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Japanese samurai's swords make people dazzled and dazzled.

And the Chinese warriors move around and around, looking for the flaws of the Japanese warriors in order to achieve the goal of one hit.

You know, the master moves in an instant, perhaps only one move, can knock people down.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is one.

After several moves, both of them understood the strength of the other side.

The strength is almost the same, half a dozen.

So what happened next was an unusual change. Instead of fighting fiercely, the two men circled with their feet, defending and searching for each other's defensive loopholes.

But the audience was not willing to see it. They wanted to see the fierce fighting of the warriors, not the round and round.

"Damn it, beat him! Beat the little devil into a pig's head and roll back to their tiny place. "

"Thanks to you are still a disciple of the Zhonghai martial arts school. Go forward bravely and work hard to make a miracle."

Listen to you, the Chinese martial arts are not affected. After all, this competition is related to the dignity of Chinese martial arts. If you lose, you will lose not only your own face, but also the face of the Chinese people.

Thinking of this, his feet step more quickly, began to tentatively attack, a move in one form is a kill move.

Shua Shua!

The Japanese samurai's defense is impenetrable, and he is not given any chance.

They are also looking for opportunities to turn defense into attack.

After a period of time, the two people still can't help each other.

"Well?"

Suddenly, the Chinese warrior's eyes flashed, and a plan attacked his heart. He opened his mouth and said, "little devil, you are still defending with a samurai sword when you step on your horse. You are a complete waste."

"Baga..."

The Japanese warrior immediately became angry. Although he was a Japanese, he could still feel the contempt in the expression of the Chinese warrior.

"You're dead, you're dead."

With that, he raised his sword and rushed to the Chinese warrior. He looked as if he were dying, and his face turned black.

"Hey, hey..."

A successful plan, the Chinese warrior with a smile, he knew this time is completely infuriated Japanese warriors.

Whoosh!

In this way, the two men were like fighting cocks, fighting and kicking, with swords flying, needles pointing at wheat awns, and fighting against Hu.

Finally, Kung Fu does not fail those who have a heart. The Chinese warrior found a flaw in the Japanese warrior in many years of fighting.

He immediately flew up and swayed, skillfully avoiding the Japanese samurai's sword attack, and then hit the Japanese samurai's back neck with one hand.

"Crack

The sound of bone cracking was heard, and blood flowed across the neck of Japanese warriors.

His eyes were wide open and his mind was in a state of chaos. He fell back and the samurai sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Crackling.

The audience and the Chinese martial artists applauded and cheered incessantly when they saw that the Chinese martial artists displayed their strong style and defeated the arrogant little devils.

However, the senior brother Mitsui, who led the Japanese samurai regiment, was angry with his nose and mouth crooked. He stood up angrily, pointing to Ling batian, and arrogantly said, "master Ling, your players have fouled. Don't you say it's time to stop?"

Nima.

Under this roar, the whole audience was quiet, and the silence was appalling.

They all looked at Mitsui as if they were a fool, speechless.

What's the point?

It's funny to step on a horse!

If you want to challenge, even if it's a challenge, you need to be aware of casualties.

At this time, Ling batian stood up and clasped his fist. "Mitsui Ichiro, this fight, you Japanese samurai, are just in a coma. You are only slightly injured, which can be regarded as a point to stop."

Then, in Mitsui's eyes, he yelled, "the game continues!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing this, the audience is ridiculed, looking at Mitsui Ichiro, dismissive.

"Bagaya road..."

Ichiro Mitsui was so angry that he couldn't make any sense. He waved, "how many people are there? Lift that disgraceful thing down

"Hi!"

Then, several Japanese warriors stepped onto the challenge arena and carried the unconscious guy down for treatment.

At this time, Ichiro Mitsui, with a black line on his face, said grimly, "since they don't play cards according to common sense, let's fight for each other. In the next game, don't keep your hands and fight for the dead."

"Nani?"

The Japanese samurai are a little confused. You know, this is China. If you kill people, they can get out of the martial arts school, or two.

However, listening to this sentence, the Japanese warriors are young after all, all of them are young men. After a while, they immediately become arrogant and indignant.Fortunately, Ichiro Mitsui spoke Japanese. If he spoke Chinese, he would be beaten to death immediately.

Don't say that. Get back to business.

Because there was blood in the first fight, so the next fight was to see blood on the field.

Since Ichiro Mitsui sent out a fierce stubble, they won two games in a row, that is to say, they were slightly better.

For the audience, this is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury. They all glare at the Japanese samurai regiment and want to eat others.

Looking at the bloody situation, Xiao Chen frowned slightly and looked at Ding Jiuling. "Boss, now the Japanese samurai regiment has taken all the advantages. If you want to win, you must win the last two games with a 3:2 advantage."

"Ha ha."

Ding Jiuling sneered and took out a soft sword from his waist and threw it with conceit.

I cut the grass.

Xiao Chen was stupefied, secretly Fei abdomen, this girl can ah, unexpectedly also learned to learn soft sword.

If you use soft sword to deal with samurai sword, you may have a chance to win.

He relaxed his mind and turned to the arena.

At the moment, the Chinese martial artist is Ling Xiao, the son of Ling batian, who is the first expert of the young generation of Zhonghai martial arts school.

There is no doubt that the game inherited the previous bloody style, just played hard to the death.

However, the strength of the two players is very different, and the Japanese warrior's strength is slightly inferior.

Therefore, he can only hold a samurai sword defense, and constantly retreat.

In his opinion, as long as Ling Xiao's physical strength is exhausted, he will be able to make a successful attack.

However, the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

He was undoubtedly wrong in his thinking.

As Ling batian's son, Ling Xiao is not only strong in strength, but also like a newborn calf, which is overwhelming and continuous.

He yelled, "little devil, go to hell."

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

The fierce palm wind howls, Ling Xiao advances by leaps and bounds, one move in one form, all are killing moves.

Although it is empty handed into the white blade, but still with ease.

Nani?

The Japanese samurai kept retreating, but they still couldn't hold their body. They ran into the guardrail rope and could not retreat.