Age of Rebirth

Takashimano Lily slowed down her hand, and the saber's momentum changed from a violent storm to a fine weave. She knew that her physical strength was almost exhausted, and the opponent was a very powerful Chinese woman. Under her fierce attack, she could still hold on for so long.

Her original tactic was aimed at Tang Qiuli. After the opponent was replaced by Xiaoling, she didn't take Xiaoling very seriously. With her fierce and sharp sword skills, she could kill her soon, even if she killed her. Without Xueshou Qiuli and killing his beloved woman, it would also hit his heart hard, and it would not be impossible for him to find a chance if he lost ground.

Now, she realized that she was wrong, very wrong, the woman beside Xueshou Qiuli was not a person she seemed to be with, she just resisted her fierce attack and miscalculated.

In fact, Xiaoling was very difficult to defend. Takashimano Lily's sword technique was a bit beyond her expectation. The sword's killer move and the skirt also hindered the stretching of the movement. She could only escape once by relying on her flexible body skills. The second danger, Battelle's broadsword is too heavy, but with this heavy broadsword, it also took advantage of Kami Takashima's narrow and long Japanese sword. [

She felt that there were always two fiery eyes following her behind her, which was the concern of her lover. Perhaps, without this kind of motivation, Xiaoling might really be defeated by Takashima's knife. Although her life was in danger and she was seriously injured, she couldn't avoid .

Now that Takashima was on the defensive, her confidence was soaring, and she rushed forward with a stride, her skirt was almost torn, but she couldn't care less, the only chance in front of her, her flexible waist, like a spring, She suddenly burst out with astonishing momentum, swung her wrist and raised the knife, and she held the big knife high above her head, holding the knife with both hands, and slashed towards Gao Dao's head like Mount Tai.

Takashima was shocked. Under such circumstances, it is incredible that this woman still has the power to fight back. The situation on the court was reversed.

Takashima was at the point where his old strength had been exhausted and his new strength was yet to emerge, and his footwork was outdated, so he had to turn his wrist and raise the saber to block Xiaoling's violent blow.

There was a loud "Dang Clang" and a clear voice echoed in the hall. After being hit hard, Takashima's body shook a few times, and he took two steps back. Turning around, using his own body as the axis, he slashed at Takashima's shoulder with his backhand.

Takashima hurriedly parried with the knife, and was shaken again by the strong impact. Xiaoling used the momentum, the knife was practiced like a white knife, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and the knife was slashed towards the top of Takashima's head.

The advantage of the weight of the knife is revealed. Every time the heavy knife is added to the inertial force, Takashima's delicate body shakes suddenly, and she can only keep backing away. Xiaoling's knife technique is like an antelope hanging horns, full of danger dynamic.

The sound of "Dang Clang" was heard endlessly. Xiaoling's slash was tight, with a slender waist driving a heavy blade, like the reincarnation of a killing god, leaving no room for Takashima to fight back.

After more than ten knives, Takashima's samurai sword was overwhelmed by heavy blows, and finally broke from it. The blade was dazzling, and Takashima was about to die under Xiaoling's sword.

At this critical juncture, Takashima showed good skills. She dropped the knife and leaned back as much as possible.

The thin evening dress was quietly cut open from the chest by Xiaoling's sharp blade. Between the towering peaks, a thin red line was clearly visible, extending to the lower abdomen, slowly oozing blood.

With white skin and red blood, the scene was glaring and weird, and everyone was stunned. The life-and-death fight between the two beauties was so thrilling and heart-pounding.

Xiaoling staggered a few steps, leaned on the ground with a knife to stabilize her figure, her legs trembled uncontrollably, she panted heavily, her plump breasts undulated continuously like waves.

It's not that she doesn't want to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, but the violent attack just now has exhausted all her physical strength, and it is the best performance to be able to stand now, and those Japanese samurai have already drawn swords in their hands, staring at her covetously .

Xiaoling sighed secretly, and the effort came to nothing. If the skirt did not restrain her, as long as she jumped high, the last knife would definitely kill the Japanese woman. Maybe there is a fate in the dark, Takashima Don't give a damn today.

Takashima, who fell down among the warriors, seemed to find it difficult to accept this result. The Japanese Empire suffered a crushing defeat tonight, losing all face. In front of the Chinese people, she was even more humiliated. She had already fought again. On the other hand, looking at his subordinates, all faces were full of fear, and their momentum was completely lost. That's all, in an instant, Takashima's mood turned out to be as depressed as dead ashes.

Takashima slowly got up, without hiding the scenery on his chest, and was about to leave with his ashen-faced subordinates. Does this place still have the face to stay?

"Go slowly, there is one more thing, that is, you must solemnly apologize to my wife before you can leave, otherwise, I have the right to think that the matter between us is not over yet!" Tang Qiuli's clear voice sounded in the hall .

He intends to discredit the Japanese tonight, and at the same time, he is also looking for excuses for further processing of these Japanese rubbish. [

Takashima was astonished, this blood-handed Qiuli was too aggressive, but under the current situation, she had to bow her head, her white teeth bit her red lips tightly, and bowed to Xiaoling: "Madam Qiu, I'm very sorry, my Please forgive me for your lack of education and offenses!"

Xiaoling's face was flushed red. As a homosexual, she was very embarrassed by Takashima's behavior, and quickly accepted it, so as to get rid of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

Takashima and the Japanese were walking cleanly, Xiaoling's body suddenly swayed, Tang Qiuli's figure flashed, and he had already reached Xiaoling's side. He knew that Xiaoling was out of strength, and it took a lot of perseverance to persist. It can be seen how hard Xiaoling fought this battle.

He also saw that Xiaoling's originally ruddy face was now pale, and the sweat on her forehead kept oozing out. On her left arm, a long cut was made in the white clothes by the blade, revealing the snow-white skin inside. .

Tang Qiuli hugged Xiaoling by the waist, Xiaoling closed her eyes exhaustedly and happily, enjoying her lover's strong arms, listening to his heartbeat that was beating like a drum, a sense of warmth crept into her tired heart.

There was thunderous applause from all around, and the guests surrounded them like heroes, Tang Qiuli's performance was certainly eye-catching, but Xiaoling's performance overshadowed everyone's limelight, and no one dared to underestimate them This seemingly weak and quiet girl.

Xiaoling sat there, and it took a long time to recover. Tang Qiuli took care of her while dealing with the guests who came to congratulate her constantly. Still faint.

The hall has been cleaned up, the corpses of the Japanese garbage have been dragged away by the accomplices long ago, and the blood on the ground has been cleaned up, and the series of life-and-death struggles and bloody scenes just now can't be seen at all.

The reception was not affected, but because a few flies were driven away, the scene became lively.

However, the Chinese and foreign guests who were lucky enough to witness the whole process tonight could not talk about what happened just now. , The ferocious and sharp knife skills are all topics that people talk about.

Including their life experience, origins, and even martial arts sects will arouse people's infinite speculation. This pair of young people is destined to become a theme.

It is said that a year after Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling left Tianjin, there were still newspapers doing follow-up reports on them, and they were on the top of the list of top ten influential figures in Tianjin in the 27th year of the Republic of China. Many newspapers, because they continuously published The news about them, even though it was fiction, increased sales and supported many people who depended on newspapers for their livelihood.

In particular, the story of them abusing the Japanese was interpreted into many stories by people. It was widely circulated in the street and in the market. Later, after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, many people said that it was Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Qiu. His disciples or subordinates attacked and assassinated Japanese and traitors everywhere, which made the Devil authorities very troublesome.

Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling naturally became the center of the reception. Needless to say, the Chinese businessmen, those foreigners took the initiative to exchange business cards with Tang Qiuli, and invited them to the reception held by the consulate. Naturally, Tang Qiuli It was what I wished for, and I readily agreed.

Only the German consul blinked his light blue eyes, glanced at Tang Qiuli from time to time, and murmured a few words to the dance partner beside him. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he was the person Tang Qiuli wanted to make friends with the most. People, Battelle is going to his country to study, without a strong person, things will be a lot of trouble, and he even found out the consul's name, von Hoffmann.

Tang Qiuli couldn't figure out what the German meant by being there, so he had to be patient and look for opportunities.

The joy of the Chinese people present came from the bottom of their hearts. No matter how utilitarian and practical they are in their hearts, anyone with a little national pride will toast to tonight's events. The Chinese are ashamed, except for those national scum who wish to replace the blood in their veins with foreigners.

After entertaining guests who came to congratulate him, Tang Qiuli took a breath and looked at Xiaoling. They both laughed aloud. When they looked up, they saw a handsome middle-aged man in a navy blue suit. Holding the wine glass with a smile, she walked towards him.