Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 828 Run as fast as you come!
"Sir!" Leng Feng, who was closest to Tang Dao, hissed and exclaimed.

Leng Feng really wanted to throw the bayonet in his hand to rescue Tang Dao, but the Shuiyueliu master who was facing him struck him with a knife, and the warrior's instinct allowed him to block it with a knife.

Leng Feng, missed the only opportunity to save his chief.

Just like that, the knife light struck Tang Dao who seemed to be dizzy and staggering.

"Jiayi, retreat." Unlike Leng Feng, Fujiwara Seno who was also turning his head in a dizzy state changed drastically, and roared loudly to remind his subordinates.

The reason is very simple, he has regarded Tang Dao as an opponent of the same level, the collision of the two heads caused both of them to suffer heavy injuries, but he can still maintain the balance of his body, why should Tang Dao be so miserable ?

Unless there is only one possibility, he has another conspiracy, Fujiwara Senxie has never been so afraid of a person in his life, but today it really happened.

Not to mention that Tang Dao is more brave than what is stated in the information, but in terms of cunning, it is also the only thing Fujiwara Senxie has seen in his life.

Why did the Lord let himself retreat?The old Japanese swordsman's expression changed, this roar reminded him of Yue Zong, who died under the stabbing of Tang Dao and steel with one move earlier, the innumerable sword skills in Shuiyueliu That's how the master stabbed out with confidence, and then, there was no more.

I was suddenly terrified.

It's a pity that the Japanese swordsman has almost used 90.00% of his strength in order to cut this terrible Chinese who can fight both sides with the master.

Even though fear was born in his heart and he instinctively wanted to withdraw the saber, the momentum of the saber did not diminish, but he no longer had the previous indomitable momentum.

Fujiwara Senxie's shout not only did not help him, but in a sense, it even reduced the lethality of his subordinate's knife.

In the art of fighting, the most taboo is hesitation and indecision, and this Japanese swordsman has committed all the crimes.

Then, he can only die.

Tang Dao hesitantly swiped at the attack from behind, he didn't dodge or dodge, just like blocking Fujiwara Seno's blade, with his body slightly sideways, holding his arm to block the lightning-like light of the sword.

However, this time it was the left arm.

The Japanese swordsman has no excitement about cutting the opponent's flesh and blood with a single knife. He can't help but glance at the black steel thorn lying quietly on the ground. All together let go.

The fact that the steel thorns were still in place gave him a little peace of mind.

But how can people be distracted by the lightning, especially in front of a master like Tang Dao?

Especially the special mother, who told you that Tang Tuanzuo can't carry two steel thorns?

Among all the people present, the only one who knew that Tang Dao had a steel thorn was his opponent, Fujiwara Senxie, besides Tang Dao himself.

Because Tang Dao's arm hurt just now, but he was sure that someone's arm would hurt even more, even if he poured iron juice on his arm every day.

Speaking of which, Fujiwara Senxie inexplicably admires Tang Dao in his heart enough to dare to use that method to force himself to abandon the sword, but why doesn't Tang Dao "admire" the other party very much?

In the hit just now, Fujiwara Seno stabbed hard with his arm and the special short-handled triangular army tied to his own arm. Not to mention a fracture, at least it was a bone fracture, and he still held his head and himself without changing his face. Hard again.

That's right, if it wasn't for the steel thorns hidden by Tang Dao that broke the bone in his right arm, Fujiwara Seno would not be able to hit Tang Dao head-on with his head, that's because he was also forced into a desperate situation, What kind of bullshit is he pursuing the air of extreme martial arts, and if he doesn't play his life with Tang Dao, he probably won't have this chance in the future.

This should be the legendary mutual 'appreciation'!

A pair of people who "appreciate" each other want to kill each other, but they don't have the ability for the time being, but it doesn't mean that other people can get involved in this delicate balance.

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The knife hit Tang Dao's arm as he wished, but there was a sharp sound of "clang" connected by metal, Tang Dao's arm pressed against the blade and rushed forward, under Jia Yi's horrified eyes.

Just as he was about to move his wrist to lift the blade up, Tang Dao, whose sleeves had been cut off, suddenly grabbed his hand.

A handshake between two men, especially two men who are hostile, never ends well.

This point, Song Qingshu of the 89th Division has a personal experience. The blood red on his hands has not faded even after the New Year, and the red is so pleasing.

As for the Japanese, Tang Dao would never keep his hand.

Tang Dao opened his eyes angrily, burst out with all his strength, squeezed suddenly with one hand, and with a click, several finger bones of the Japanese swordsman were crushed.

"Ow!" The Japanese swordsman howled like a lone wolf being shot.

But this was not the final injury, Tang Dao suddenly pulled back, pulling the Japanese swordsman whose face had changed drastically into his arms.

He was greeted not only by Tang Dao's broad arms, but also Tang Dao's slightly ferocious face covered in blood, as if he felt that he should stop the pain with pain, and as if he had hit an addiction with his head, Tang Dao hit him directly with a head hammer. The face of a Japanese swordsman.

This time, the blood flew seven or eight meters away.

"Aww!!!" The howl of the Japanese swordsman, like a lone wolf being shot, was not only distant, but also trembling.

It is estimated that the air flow is too fast, so that the little tongue can't stop shaking.

Even if the three women who hid in the blind corner of the private room could no longer see the situation outside, they could still know that a Japanese was going to die through this miserable cry, and it was a very miserable kind.

"Teacher Tang, fuck Little Japan to death!" Teacher Xiao He clenched his fists, his almond eyes widened.

This may be the first time in his life that a future science giant who was born in a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River and graduated from the highest institution in China has made a big fuss.

If Professor Ye, who is full of peaches and plums, heard about it, he might bring his disciples who will occupy half of China's physics world in the future to trouble someone Tang. How could a genius girl look like this on the first day!

Holding a gun and yelling curses, like a bandit woman.

But that feeling is so cool!
At least in Teacher Xiao He's incomparably full of emotions at this time, that's how she felt. If swearing can kill people, maybe she would help Tang Datuan with a gun in her mouth.

Or rather, her roar still had an effect.

Tang Dao, who was dizzy and buzzing, became even more ferocious when he thought that there were three women in the house under the threat of the Japanese.

"I'll do you a favor! Let me die!" Tang Dao roared angrily, and bumped into him again.

Although Tang Dao's forehead was bloody and bloody, the Japanese swordsman whose fragile face was hit was even more tragic.

The huge pressure generated by the two consecutive violent collisions almost squeezed the swordsman's eyeballs.

Of course, although this was a serious injury, it was not enough to kill a master who had practiced martial arts for 20 years. The hard skull smashed his nasal bone and inserted into his brain at the same time, which was the main cause of the swordsman's death.

Throwing away the Japanese swordsman who had already lost his knife like throwing trash, covering his face with his hands and rolling on the ground more and more powerless, Tang Dao shook his dizzy head slightly, and a burst of blood rained from his hair. The smell of blood immediately filled the audience.

The Japanese present were collectively horrified.

Tang Dao's tactics were indeed cunning, and he used the mistakes made by the Japanese to kill two people in a row, but that would only make the opponent more vigilant.

But the ferocity of killing people without a knife, but with their heads really frightened the Japanese.

The Shuiyueliu master who was fighting with Leng Feng felt that his legs were a little weak at that moment. He had seen a murderer like numbness, but he had never seen such a terrifying guy who even wanted to kill himself. You can kill with your legs and knees.

In his understanding of killing one, smashing the opponent's throat or smashing the enemy's vitals with his knee can kill Jiayi who has lost most of his resistance, even if Jiayi is the top five knives in this trip Art master.

Tang Dao doesn't think so. Those two methods are too time-consuming. He needs to solve the opponent in the shortest time. Using his head is the best choice.

Even, if Fujiwara Senxie wanted to come up to help regardless of the injury, Tang Dao could bite off the throat of the Japanese in his arms, and then spit out the throat tissue in his mouth as a hidden weapon to Fujiwara Senxie.

This is the battlefield, do everything you can!

Speaking of this point, compared with Tang Dao, a veteran who has honed himself on the battlefield for more than ten years, these masters trained on the training ground every day are not worthy of Tang Dao's shoes.

The Japanese Suigetsu-ryu master who didn't even look at his sword skills was already a bit messy. Tang Dao looked over there and watched Fujiwara Seno, who had hit and killed his subordinates twice in a row but didn't move, and smiled with white teeth: "That What, little devil Zhanxiong, come on, do it again."

Fujiwara Seno, who stood there for ten seconds, shook his head, "Tang Jun, you are much stronger than I imagined, I can't kill you today", and regretfully glanced at the man lying quietly five meters away from him. The family-heirloom sword on the ground, "My Fujiwara clan's treasured sword is placed in your place first, and when I meet you in the future, I will find Tang Jun to get it back."

After finishing speaking, there was a clear whistle in his mouth, which should be to inform his subordinates to retreat.

Then, the non-stop figure retreated like electricity, even a little faster than the inhuman speed of his attack.

"Also, Mr. Tang, if we meet again in the future, please call me Sensao Fujiwara. You don't need to call me a little devil. I'm Japanese, not everyone is what you think." The voice of Sensao Fujiwara jumped downstairs. came from afar.

Tang Dao looked at the direction of Fujiwara Senxie's departure with complicated eyes, but it was rare that he did not chase and kill the Japanese in the past.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

However, the fight of just over a minute really cost Tang Dao all his mind and energy. If Fujiwara Seno has the courage to charge up again, he will find that the strength of that terrifying guy just now is far inferior to that of before. up.

Unfortunately, a warrior with a broken arm bone would not easily put himself in danger, so he "wisely" retreated.

The Japanese in the building received the signal to retreat, and once again demonstrated their excellent execution ability, including the Japanese swordsman on the other side of the window, who threw a pellet and hit the floor, thick smoke rose, and the knife Under the cover of thick smoke, the guest escaped from the small building after jumping a few times like a frightened rabbit.

Tang Dao was also unable to chase after him, but he could still stand up straight with tenacity.

Reaching out to take off the steel thorn on his arm, he looked at the master of Shuiyueliu who was entangled by the cold front and couldn't retreat for a while.

Yes, it's not that the Shuiyueliu master named 'Three Days' doesn't want to leave, but rather, his opponent Leng Feng is not a rookie, so he can come and go whenever he wants.

As long as he dared to retreat, the sharp bayonet would be thrown at his back.

This is really a frustrating thing. With this skill, it was not too difficult to take down Leng Feng who was holding a bayonet, but Leng Feng, like his immediate boss, would die together at every turn, which made Shui The monthly masters also cast their eyes on the mouse.

It's like a lion meeting a porcupine. If you want to eat meat without being stabbed, you can only take it slowly.

Who knows that just such a procrastination turned into the current bad situation, the boss said hello without talking about martial arts, and then slipped away, while the devilish boss of the other party was still there.

Moreover, he took a military thorn and looked at him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Dao grinned, his mouth full of red teeth, like an ancient desolate beast that had just devoured its flesh and blood.

The calf of Master Shuiyueliu couldn't help but feel a little cramped, but in his heart he scolded Fujiwara Senxie bloody.

Desperately thinking about escape strategies in his mind, the knife in his hand was naturally a bit messy.

The Japanese swordsman, who was completely confused, naturally ignored the gun protruding from the window.

That belongs to Erya.

At the moment when Fujiwara Senxiong was about to make a pretentious speech before leaving, Arya approached the window with a pistol in his hand. His duty was to be the last barrier for Tantai Mingyue and others. He had previously shot and killed two Japanese swordsmen in succession. It proves that he did a good job, but he is also Tang Dao's orderly, and he also cares about Tang Dao's situation.

Seeing that the enemy was about to retreat, he naturally sneaked to the window to observe the battlefield.

Then, he saw Tang Dao smiling brightly at him.

Seeing that the officer was still smiling brightly even though his head was dripping with blood, Arya's heart was completely relaxed. He was sure that they had won the battle when they were ambushed by the Japanese.

Yes, Tang Dao smiled at the Japanese, he smiled at Er Ya.

'Three days' is too pretentious and sentimental!

"Three days" finally opened some distance, and with a raised hand, a smoke pellet was about to fall to the ground.

If there is no accident, he can also escape.

The smoke in the box rose earlier than the smoke on the ground, which was caused by the continuous shooting of Erya's shell gun.

The frantically beating muzzle unleashed more than a dozen bullets within two seconds.

While thick smoke rose from the ground, the unlucky boy 'Three Days' was beaten into a sieve, lying on the ground and only smoking.

"Why?" Shuiyueliu master wanted to ask, we all use cold weapons, why are you Chinese so unruly.

It's very simple!The Japanese were afraid of alarming the garrison, but Tang Dao and the others were not. It was because Tang Dao was a little careless and didn't let Leng Feng carry a submachine gun on his back. Otherwise, it would have given Fujiwara Senxie so many opportunities to pretend to be aggressive.

Two shell guns and one submachine gun form a triangle defensive firepower point at the stairs. Unless there are infantry guns, the Japanese cannot attack within 10 minutes.

"The level of the Japanese is not very good, but this knife is quite good!" Leng Feng's voice rang in the ear of 'Three Rides' who was still alive after being shot more than a dozen times.

Then, the last feeling of 'Three Days' was that the cold blade entered his body, and he sank into darkness completely.

All the Japanese swords left on the ground became the trophies of Tang Dao and others, including the samurai sword that Fujiwara Senxie was still reluctant to part with when he left.

Throw this thing to the old father-in-law to peel apples, he will definitely like it!Tang Dao glanced at the precious sword shining coldly on the ground, and couldn't help but have this strange thought in his heart.

It can only be said that old Tantai must be gratified, the son-in-law that his air-tight padded jacket found for him is really qualified!
Even the Fujiwara family may have to spit blood collectively!

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Looking at the place where Fujiwara Sengo disappeared from a distance, Tang Dao had a feeling that this Japanese who likes to pretend but is different from other Japanese, even a little innocent, will really meet again.

Moreover, when we meet again, he will be even stronger.

However, Tang Dao wasn't afraid at all. If he could repel that guy once, he could repel him a second time.

Or, for Tang Dao, if it weren't for the presence of Tantai Mingyue and the three of them, Tang Dao, who had no scruples to do his best, would have the confidence to exchange injuries for injuries and kill him within three moves.

Tang Dao barely swam with the Mao Xiong special soldier who was born in a Siberian training camp and could break iron posts, and broke his Adam's apple with a punch at the cost of lying on the bed for half a year with his own serious injuries.

This is a soldier's battle, one move is life and death, otherwise the old uncle Han who can rely on boxing and Tang Dao to fight on par will not admit that he is not Tang Dao's opponent on the battlefield.

Tang Dao's intuition is very accurate. It won't take long for him and Fujiwara Senxie to meet again, on the battlefield in North China.

The Four Elements Regiment will become an unexpected force that disrupts the battlefield in North China. The special agent team directly under the headquarters of the Japanese North China Front Army is also the sharpest knife under the command of General Commander Terauchi Shouichi of the North China Front Army.

Such a knife is considered a great enemy to any soldier.

Of course, even if Tang Dao knew that he might let go of an enemy who would become a nightmare for all Chinese soldiers in the future, he might still have to do so.

If Fujiwara Seno felt Tang Dao's killing intent from the very beginning, based on his so-called Japanese martial arts practice, it is very likely that he would first choose to enter the room and kill the three women in order to attack Tang Dao, and then killing him would no longer be complete. Calm enemy.

Although it is a bit despicable, it is very effective, not to mention that in the heart of that kind of guy, this is probably the most correct way!

Therefore, Tang Dao can only force himself to suppress the surging killing intent in his heart, making him think that his own strength is always much higher than Tang Dao, so he doesn't have to use that method.

When he was finally wounded and found that Tang Dao was an opponent of the same level, it was too late.

Although this battle was short, for Tang Dao, it was definitely the hardest fight he had come to this era.

Body and mind are used to the extreme!
(End of this chapter)