The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

From these first few moves, not only Nakamura Zuichiro had a general understanding of Zhao Qingyi, but Zhao Qingyi also had a basic grasp of his strength and speed.

Zhao Qingyi stood calmly three meters away from him, Nakamura Saichiro moved left and right with the knife in both hands, concentrating on finding her flaws while guarding against her attack.

Zhao Qingyi also switched to holding the knife with both hands. Although her knife is not heavy, she can't hold it with one hand for a long time, otherwise the speed and control will not be enough when she needs to perform tricks.

The five thousand people at home and abroad who were far and near felt that they could only hear their own heartbeats. The nearby audience opened their eyes wide, and many of the audience seated far away brought binoculars.

Even Jiang Hai's several silent filmmakers were careful to shoot the scene in the VIP seats, but they couldn't help but watch the scene carefully, falling into the dilemma of wanting to make a documentary movie and want to enjoy it on the spot.

Zhao Qingyi’s commercial thinking is really no one. They were allowed to enter the filming site for free. However, Zhao Qingyi’s request was to get 60% of the box office and 50% of the film copyright belonged to her. This is a foreign word.

But seeing Zuichiro Nakamura again mentioned that if a cheetah pounced on to kill, she would have carried a knife to fight the collision.

But she used the sticky character technique again, and the two knives were connected. When her strength came, his killing strength vented to her, and the girl in Tsing Yi drew closer, and the blade Kazuhan attacked Nakamura Saichiro.

Nakamura Zuichiro, who had no armor, almost had his fingers cut off by her. Fortunately, he was also a master. With a quick flash, Zhao Qingyi saw the opportunity faster, and with a single-handed blade, the blade pierced the navy blue skirt of his kimono.

Before he avoided this trick for a while, Zhao Qingyi's blue shadow had already escaped, and Nakamura Zuichiro not only made a gap in Xia Shang, but his thigh had already been cut. Although it was a skin injury, this move was clearly lost.

At this time, the audience seemed to be stunned for a while, and then there was an uproar. Only the Japanese worries at the scene were both worried about Nakamura Saichiro, but also felt hot on their faces.

Could it be that after spending so much money, they worked so hard, not to kill this Chinese woman, but to humiliate themselves by squeezing their heads?

Saito Shinnosuke was fascinated by seeing such a fast skill and such exquisite swordsmanship. He forgot that the one on the court at this time was the same teacher from his homeland, and the other was the woman he loved deeply.

He has got rid of the feeling of dilemma just now, but simply admires the swordsmanship of women, a woman's swordsmanship can achieve such a shocking beauty.

The reporters watched them while thinking about the most gorgeous and beautiful words, and felt that the following reports must find the most appropriate words to describe them, but their brains were blank.

Rong Qingcheng hugged Zhao Qingfang, and the two girls who were wearing cold sweats pressed to their heads and wept with relief.

"Sister will be fine!"

"Yiyi can definitely defeat the Japanese!"

Rong Yaoting also breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling of sadness but not hurt in his heart forever.

Because of Zhao Qingyi's unraveling and opening his horizons, he can't become a poor man of misery.

He also has his own ideals, insists on his own responsibilities, and seeks the precious meaning of life for his own rebirth.

But love, this mankind's most yearning pursuit will never be fulfilled.

Rong Yaoting looked at Lin Qingyun, when her husband was destined to bear more, but who said it was not happiness?

Saichiro Nakamura was frightened, frightened, and indignant, so he didn't dare to attack rashly for a while, holding swords in both hands on alert.

Zhao Qingyi also adjusted his breathing, concentrated on it, and relaxed the muscles of his body following the movement of the opponent's figure.

After five minutes, Saichiro Nakamura didn't dare to attack again. Zhao Qingyi thought about the wide-open swordsmanship he was good at just now, his strength and speed.

As a result, the air lifted closer, Nakamura Saichiro was instinctively startled, and stepped back three steps in a row.

When Zhao Qingyi saw him take the first step, he stopped, took a step back, and then smiled.

The girl in Tsing Yi has a bright smile, she is already a peerless and glamorous Tsinghua, now it is even more charming and charming.

The brain-dead fans were so frightened to applaud frantically when the masters sent by the Japanese side were frightened.

Only the widows present felt unlucky and embarrassing.

Although Saichiro Nakamura came from the Kwantung Army and was an aggressor, he was also ashamed.

Because of this avoidance of instinct, his face blushed.

But he was more careful. This was an open duel, not a melee in martial arts, so he could give a sigh of relief.

Zhao Qingyi tried again, but Zuichiro Nakamura avoided it again without being sure, and the whole room burst into laughter.

However, Saichiro Nakamura was also furious, and gathered strong courage to attack. A quick sword wanted to kill Zhao Qingyi overwhelmingly.

Zhao Qingyi shot quickly to block the blade, and the two swords slammed into it, as if the power of Nakamura Saichiro suppressed her, the hearts of the Japanese warriors were lifted up, one by one stood up, their eyes staring like pig urine.

They hoped in their hearts: Get rid of this wicked Chinese woman! Kill her!

Bagadi has spent so much money on us. We have a sense of honor as an imperial warrior. We have worked hard, traveled thousands of miles, waded across mountains and rivers, and crossed the ocean, just to see the imperial warriors come to kill this wicked and rampant China. Woman's!

Nakamura mulberry, dry type! (Note: "Come on" in Japanese)

But seeing the girl in Tsing Yi's knife sharp and flexible while venting her strength, this skill is not a day's work.

The time when the enemy's strength has not risen again, the other party's yang vents, and one's own side can take advantage of the situation.

The girl in Tsing Yi was like a phantom approaching and slashing under her side. She hadn't made a ruthless move to kill Nakamura Saichiro. Originally, her move could pierce his lungs.

She was confident that she had won, and she wondered if the Japanese would pull her face down and beg for mercy when she realized that she couldn't beat her.

Saichiro Nakamura only felt the threat of coldness. He was the top Japanese master, and he instinctively stabbed with a knife in his back.

This trick is very fierce, and the woman almost has to hit it from any angle, so it can tie the game, but the woman presses on his shoulder, a light leap like a harrier flying by somersault, and the knife in her hand moves from bottom to top at the same time. To chop, one of his arms must be chopped off.

Saichiro Nakamura is worthy of being a master. At this time, he was still alert enough to take a step in the opposite direction.

There was a subtle chick, and there was a hint of cold behind the back.

Saichiro Nakamura turned in horror and rushed to attack the woman, regardless of the severity of the injury behind him.

As a well-known master, he knew that the other party was landing now, just when his strength was vented and he did not mention it again.

His estimate was originally correct. As expected, Zhao Qingyi couldn't hit hard at this time, holding the sword in one hand, yet another move used softness to overcome the rigidity, and a circle embraced the murderous aura of his blade.

Seeing that Saichiro Nakamura's blade was about to split Xiuying of the girl in Tsing Yi, the viewers of the flower planters couldn't help their hearts beating in their throats.

Lin Qingyun felt that her soul was out of the shell at this moment, and there was cold sweat behind her back.

However, Saichiro Nakamura's blade only slid beside the Tsing Yi girl's neck. The Tsing Yi woman didn't hurt a single point except for feeling the coldness of the opponent's blade on her neck.

During the time of electric fire, the woman in Tsing Yi hit the knee of Zuoichiro Nakamura's belly with a Muay Thai move.

Her strength can't be compared with that of a man, but because of the inertial impact, this trick came too fast and too fast. Nakamura Saichiro only felt that his internal organs were shaken, and his body shrank involuntarily.

Zhao Qingyi took advantage of his illness to kill him, and when he was weak, the blade slashed his neck like electricity, the blue shadow was like a charm, and he opened three steps.

Across the blade in front of his eyes, blow off a drop of blood on the blade.

At this moment, all the audience in the audience was silent, and the Japanese felt cold.

When the Tsing Yi woman took out a silk paw from her arms and gently wiped the narrow and sharp blade, blood spurted out of Nakamura Saichiro's neck.

"Nakamura-san!"

The Japanese warriors in every corner couldn't help screaming, their voices trembling.

Nakamura's Japanese sword fell on the ground, covered his neck with his hand, and fell to the sky. There was a gasp, and then a rough gasp.

A smaller proportion of the female audience screamed, covering their eyes and fighting, except for Rong Qingcheng.

She had seen something more terrifying, and although she was taken aback, she still didn't scream.

Compared with "Duo Duo", this is a very kind way of killing people.

Zhao Qingyi walked back a few steps slowly, watching Saichiro Nakamura who was croaking and hoarse while looking at her neck in a pool of blood.

Zhao Qingyi threw the silk paw that was wiping the knife in his hand, and the white silk paw fell, just covering his face lightly. Her eyes were compassionate, and the corner of her mouth was like a smile but not a smile.

The widow was cold all over.

Devil, this is the devil!

The stupid fans of the flower growers clapped wildly, and the foreigners present couldn't help being shocked for a long time without regaining their senses.

So Ichiro Nakamura, the first swordsman in the Kwantung Army, died in the hands of the Flower Woman in a public duel?

Zhao Qingyi walked towards the center of the ring and held his fists around to pay tribute. Su X, the fifth referee Leonov, came to the stage to announce the result of the duel. This kind of result can be seen by everyone without his announcement.

Leonov is more like a supporting role in cross talk.

The flashing lights and noise at the scene were endless, and Lin Qingyun took the scabbard to the stage, she took the gorgeous scabbard, slashed across a chic arc, and neatly put it in the red scabbard.

The Tsing Yi Red Knife Planting Flower Heroine asks who is the hero in the world.

I am a hero, how can I fake it?

The group of relatives and friends of the Japanese side ran to the stage and knelt down in front of Saichiro Nakamura.

"Nakamura-san..."

"Nakamura-san, why, why..."

It is said that the Japanese warriors look at death indifferently and cut their belly at every turn, but this time, they have suffered too many grievances.

The ten samurai turned their heads one after another, looking at Zhao Qingyi, their eyes full of hatred, but there was a trace of fear in the hatred.

Saito Shinnosuke also had a sad expression on his face, but he felt relieved again. Between fellowship and love, people are always partial. Before the honor of the country and the nation, love does not know where to go.

They are all samurai who are familiar with Nakamura, and they understand that Nakamura's swordsmanship is absolutely not involved, but they did not get a point under the blade of Zhao Qingyi's horizontal sword.

Nakamura Saichiro had three injuries, and the last blow was fatal. She didn't have any injuries. The facts are better than any excuse.

Saito Shinnosuke approached and bowed slightly. Although the Japanese hated Zhao Qingyi, no one accused Saito Shinnosuke of anything wrong. They still respect the strong in their souls. This is the basic etiquette.

"Zhao Sang's swordsmanship is higher than I thought. I have been defeated by you. I am not wronged. I hope that in my lifetime, I will have the opportunity to ask you for advice."

Zhao Qingyi clasped her fists: "I don't want to kill you. There are not many Japanese people who have a conscience, and even fewer people will kill you."

Saito Shinnosuke smiled slightly: "I don't want to kill you either. There is only one woman like Zhao Sang. You are dead. There is one less thing and people that the world can expect."

Zhao Qingyi nodded.

At this time Nelson came to power, along with Mr. Tang, the official representative of the flower planter, and the Japanese ambassador, Jiming, and reporters all gathered around to take pictures.

You Jiming's face was blue. This step by step is like a mermaid with legs transformed, each step is as painful as stepping on a blade.

Zhao Qingyi shook hands with the three of them. Mr. Tang and her already knew each other and admired her with a natural enthusiasm.

Nelson was also obsessed with her wealth, beauty and legendary charm, and embraced her.

But Jiming only bowed slightly.

Nelson handed the check to Zhao Qingyi in public. Zhao Qingyi took the check and smiled and said in English: "Most of the Boxer indemnity in your country is used for the modern education of flower growers and supports the sending of overseas students to study in your country. I don't know if your country Can the enrollment of flower growers be expanded?"

Nelson couldn't help being surprised: "What does Ms. Zhao mean?"

Zhao Qingyi smiled and said: "This is a little bit of my personal hope. I admire the humanities system and scientific achievements of your country very much. I have always hoped that more young students who grow flowers can study in your country. With the proceeds from this duel, I want to set up a scholarship. Foundation, sponsor more outstanding young students of flower growers to study in the United States. I hope that universities in your country can tolerate the desire for civilization and knowledge of flower growers’ students."