I Have 48 Hours a Day

All this happened too quickly, Matsuo, Takahashi and others still stomped their necks to admire Yamada's exquisite knife.

Unexpectedly, after the sudden turn of events without any warning, there was no transition in the middle, and Yamada, a small and famous warrior in the fall scene, was cut off by his left hand.

The blood spurting from the fracture splashed on Zhang Heng's feather weave that had not been washed for a long time, making his already unusually tall figure look even more appalling.

Matsuo and Takahashi were shocked and took two steps back. They didn't stop until their backs reached the wooden fence, but the two pairs of small eyes couldn't help moving around, apparently they were ready. ready.

The pupil on the other side of the bamboo also shrank sharply.

Even Yamada, who lost his left hand, probably didn't figure out what had happened that moment before. From the sloppy expression on his face, he couldn't figure out why he had the upper hand and why he lost so simply.

Only as a bystander and master of swordsmanship did Takeuchi reluctantly keep up with Zhang Heng's last sword.

It is because of this that he can experience the power of this sword more deeply.

Zhang Heng caught the tiny frustration between Yamada's first change and the second change. He bullied himself into the opponent's chest, and at the same time quickly shook his wrist, letting the blade point draw an arc, avoiding Yamada. The Taidao in his hand was because Yamada was swinging the sword at that time, so from the perspective of Takeuchi, it was like Yamada intentionally put his wrist on the opponent's blade.

Takeuchi took a sip of air-conditioning, a fast knife, and a terrible calculation. Why everyone seems to be more insidious than himself.

Yamada didn't realize anything until the severed hand fell to the ground. The severe pain from his left wrist covered his forehead with sweat. However, the pride of a samurai made him cry without pain. On the ground, his chest was undulating, his face pale.

At this moment, Koyama Dojo became as quiet as ever, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Koyama Akane opened her mouth wide and stood still, only feeling that her head was not enough.

Apparently not long ago, she was still worried about the Ronin. The next moment, Zhang Heng has already defeated the strong enemy in front of her. As a person who has fought with Yamada twice, Xiao Qian is probably the most powerful speaker. Right person, although the warrior of the Changzhou clan may not be as good as her father, the difference is not too far away.

Such a skill can be called a master no matter what the forces are, so she was not unfair in the previous battle.

However, it is such a master that in the hands of this lingerer has not even survived three moves.

Koyama Akane almost did not turn this sharp bend.

In front of her, she had been mercilessly despised and thought that she was bragging. Was she really a peerless master?

After three strokes, Zhang Heng no longer went to see Shantian, and closed his sword into the sheath.

Then to the slumped hill Akane, "Sorry."

"Huh? What, sorry?" Koyama Akira asked stupidly.

"Sorry for staining the floor of your dojo." Zhang Heng pointed at the blood on the ground. He said, looking at Matsuo, Takahashi and others intentionally or unintentionally, both of whom he saw could not wait to change on the spot Form a worm, and go down into the ground.

The other Changzhou feudal warrior who stood with Takeuchi, though not so unbearable, looked horrified.

Zhang Heng's eyes finally stopped on Takeuchi's body. He could see that the guy in front of him was probably the head of this pedestrian, who seemed to have encountered some difficulties at this moment, standing there with his arms and thinking about it.

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you say? Do you want to fight again?"

"I found ... I don't seem to be your opponent." Takeuchi looked very distressed. "But the idiot had been humiliating and insulting the warrior of the Changzhou ancestors, and so on. It really didn't seem to be like that. it is good."

Listening to him say that Matsuo and Takahashi couldn't help getting colder. Now they still support their belief that Takeuchi is better than Yamada. Although Takeuchi is not as scary as Zhang Heng, after all, he has easily defeated Yamada before, probably Maybe, maybe there is still a battle?

However, Takeuchi now acknowledges that he is not as good as Zhang Heng, and also breaks the last illusion in their hearts.

"Oh, are there any other masters in Changzhou?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Of course, although Yamada is a little famous, he is not as good as me," Takeuchi said with his fingers, "Although I am not bad, there are many people who are better than me."

"Are those guys in Kyoto now?" Zhang Hengwenyan seemed interested.

"Well ... Although most people still stay in the Changzhou ancestors, but in this troubled world, the heroes of the world converge in Kyoto, the eldest husband is alive, and since they have accomplished a great cause, there are indeed many people in Kyoto or coming to Kyoto On the way. "Takeuchi nodded.

"That's right, you go back and tell those guys, if you want revenge on this guy, come to the hill dojo to find me, I'm waiting for them here." Zhang Hengdao.

"Happy!" Takeuchi slaps his thigh. "I'm not mistaken. Your lord is really a hero! In this case, we will meet again tomorrow."

He finished giving Matsuo and Takahashi a look, and let them leave with Yamada injured.

After leaving the dojo, Takeuchi asked Matsuo and Takahashi to send Yamada to the medical center for medical treatment, and he and another hurriedly went to find the principal of the Changzhou clan in Kyoto.

When Yamada and his group came, they were rushing, but they were dingy when they left.

After the group had left Koyama Dojo, Akane Akane finally realized that something was wrong. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com and said, "Hey, why did you guys report the name of my Dojo just now? I think it ’s not enough for me to decline here. Fast? "

Zhang Heng spread his hands. "No way, whoever lets stay here will stay here, and you do n’t have to worry about it. Of course, since I manage this matter, I will certainly manage it to the end, no matter who is the guy who comes later, I go on, and you You do n’t have to be so pessimistic. Your dojo has been so down, and it ’s impossible to be even more down. Maybe it will be famous for Kyoto. "

Zhang Heng himself doesn't matter, anyway, he is here to challenge the masters of the world, to find the whereabouts of famous knives, and hanging a small hill dojo brand is just a matter of hand.

"......... But you are not a person at Koyama Dojo." Koyama Akane was helpless. "One yard at a time, I am grateful that you saved me this time, and will try to repay you, oh, It ’s better that I waive the rent for you afterwards ... but Koyama Mingxinliu is only a small genre and not very eye-catching in Kyoto, but I will not use outsiders' hands to boost the reputation of the Dojo, maybe outsiders My eyes are stupid, but this is my insistence. I will not hold you account of pretending to be a dojo and guest, and your genre is so powerful. Your master must also be a big man. He will watch you hanging with other Is the name of the genre? "

"She? I don't have any opinion." Zhang Heng thought about it. His sword was originally practiced in a copy of Hei Fan. I really want to say that Master Anne could barely be considered half, after all, Zhang Heng In the early stage, she followed Annie for a while, and then they often practiced each other, but the red-haired female pirate didn't care about the difference at all. In her eyes, a knife that can cut people is a good knife.

"If you really care about such things, then I'll just join your genre." Zhang Heng proposed a solution.

"Eh?"