As the light of the sword appeared, Fujiwara Senio's penis shrank severely.
After all, he is still superficial, and his understanding of the term "despicable, shameless and obscene" is far from enough.
Tang Dao didn't bring extra military spurs with him, but Baga's people did.
Moreover, it was a very sharp knife, a saber made from the barrel of a destroyed Type 41 75 mountain gun.
However, at this moment, Fujiwara Senzuo couldn't care less about admiring how fast the sword was hidden by Tang Dao. This sudden sword really cost his life.
No matter how hard his body was built, the only result of having the main artery in his neck cut open was death.
If it had been anyone else, no one would have been able to avoid Tang Dao's long-planned move.
It must also be a martial arts genius like Fujiwara Senio who has been honed in various martial arts arenas. Although his brain did not react, his body responded optimally to Tang Danzao's superb 'techniques'.
He twisted his neck in an unconventional way, although it was a bit forced, but he managed to avoid the sudden fatal blow.
However, a large piece of meat was removed from the shoulders, and the body was also somewhat unbalanced.
The experts in the competition could not tolerate such a mistake. Tang Dao, who was about to miss him, whipped him with a side kick and kicked Fujiwara Senzuo hard on the knees who had just escaped.
Just listen to a muffled sound of "Peng".
Fujiwara Senzuo rolled continuously for five or six meters like a gourd on the ground, then managed to stand up and looked at Tang Dao with gritted teeth, but one leg was dragged on the ground, and he could no longer stand up.
Apparently, Tang Dao's hard kick at the joint of his leg had actually broken the joint.
With a huge red envelope on his head, at least two taels of flesh cut off from his shoulders and bleeding profusely, and a broken leg, the top young master of Japanese martial arts couldn't be more embarrassed at this time.
Tang Dao held in his mouth a strange-looking knife with a blade that was only 20 centimeters long but 3 centimeters wide. The back of the knife was covered with jagged teeth. He quietly stared at the powerful opponent who had been fighting with him for a long time.
There was deep sarcasm in his eyes.
The Japanese martial arts master in front of him, although he joined the army, still didn't quite understand the meaning of the word soldier.
No one wants to constantly wander on the edge of life and death and play games to temper themselves. What a soldier wants is not to become stronger, but to protect the people and the land he wants to protect.
Facing all enemies who want to invade the land they protect, what soldiers have to do is to kill them, using all possible means.
Do you know why the Tang Dao is called the Tang Dao? Because the most personal weapon of the republic in the future will be a knife, a tiger-tooth saber.
Unlike those multi-functional sabers in the Western world, the biggest feature of the Tiger Tooth Saber is that it is hard and fast enough.
After Teacher Xiao He's military factory finally got a steel-making furnace, Tang Dao could finally see his familiar and familiar military sword again.
Taking into account where he must go in the future, the Tiger Tooth Saber was designed and made into two main and auxiliary swords. One is a normal size, and the other is naturally a miniature version of the Tang Dao currently chewed in his mouth. It is easier to hide, but
The killing effect is equally impressive.
Tang Dao always carries a military spur. Over time, it gives people the impression that Tang Dao likes to use stabbing skills. Even Fujiwara Senxiong was deceived by him.
It wasn't until Tang Dao almost cut his carotid artery with a single blow that he realized that Tang Dao's knife skills were even more terrifying, even without using his hands.
He opened his mouth and took the knife in his hand. He shook his wrist slightly and played with the knife, then thrust it behind his back. The scabbard made of cooked cowhide that was firmly tied behind his shoulder fit tightly and put the knife away.
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Tang Dao, who had completely gained the upper hand, had obviously regarded Fujiwara Senio as a dead man, so he showed off his skills in front of him.
Fujiwara Senzuo almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
No wonder when he used his hand as a knife to chop Tang Dao's shoulder, he felt that Tang Dao's skin was tougher than cowhide. It turned out that this time he did not hide the weapon in his arms, but instead hid it behind his shoulder.
What he hit with his sword at that time was actually a cooked cowhide strip. The real force that could fall on the Tang sword was extremely powerful.
Otherwise, how could Tang Dao's arm just dislocate? At that time, he almost suspected that his strength had become weaker after leaving the island.
Really, Tang Dao is simply the magic star in his life. Ever since meeting this person, the young leader in Japanese martial arts has felt a sense of self-doubt from time to time.
Te Liang looks so much like love!
If he said what he was saying to Tang Dao, Tang Dao would probably not dare to use his venomous words anymore but would just go forward and kill him.
It was Tang Danzao's true wish to cripple Fujiwara Senzuo, but he never thought about bending this guy!
Of course, that's not scary. What's scary is that Tang Dao is so insidious that even if his arm is dislocated, he doesn't have to tie the knife to resist his hand knife. It wasn't until the last moment when both of them were exhausted that he used his last edge.
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This kind of character is truly the first person Seno Fujiwara has seen in his life.
Fortunately, he rolled up his sleeves specifically to show himself that he was not carrying a weapon. It turned out that he was just lying to a stupid boy again.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who figured this out, was quite good, and he managed to hold back from spitting out blood to show his weakness in front of his most powerful enemy.
But Tang Dao is not a good person, or maybe he knows that Fujiwara Senio loves Beep the most, so he should be satisfied at this moment.
He grinned and showed his white teeth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, I lied to you again. I didn't bring a military spur, but I accidentally brought a knife. But I don't know if you believe me or not when I said that was not my intention.
We have a saying in China: When you go out, your wife will tell you, drink less and eat more vegetables, and if you encounter a robber, you'll kill him like a son of a bitch."
"I believe you, you big-headed devil!" Fujiwara Senio opened his eyes wide and expressed his true thoughts.
In fact, he tried his best to suppress the congestion in his chest that was about to spurt out.
Being angered by an enemy and vomiting blood is definitely not a good idea. The young martial arts leader in Japan's main island cannot afford to lose face, even if it aggravates his injuries.
"Well, please don't worry, Mr. Fujiwara, this is definitely my last weapon. However, if you don't tell me the location honestly, I may have to strip you, a piece of shit like a big noble of the Japanese Empire, with the consequences of Major General Yamashita."
The corpses are hugged from one side to the other, and the text accompanying the photo is the three characters - the one who died for his love!" Tang Dao Shi Shiran said.
It's very light to say, but the picture is full of meaning.
Baga! What do you want to do? Fujiwara Senzuo felt a strong sense of dizziness for an instant.
Scared!
Really, with his understanding of Tang Dao, the probability that he can do this kind of thing is as high as 80%.
As for whether Tang Dao was afraid of retaliation from the Imperial Army, seeing how he killed so many Imperial officers and soldiers was like chopping melons and vegetables, you can tell that he was afraid of nothing!
"Come on, admit defeat obediently and let me tie you up a little stronger. To be honest, Mr. Fujiwara, you are a great expert. I'm really worried if you don't need this thing to tie you up." Tang Dao said as he pulled it from his belt.
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A thin but definitely steel wire was pulled out of the belt.
The steel wire may not be more load-bearing than a hemp rope as thick as a thumb, but its thin physical properties are doomed. Once the hands are restrained by it, if you try to break free by violence, the end result will be that the muscles are strangled directly.
"Wow!" Fujiwara Senzuo spat out a mouthful of blood while cursing in his heart: "Baga, you are so damn damn good, you still say that is the last weapon?"
God knows what other weird things Tang Dao is equipped with. This may be the biggest difference between him and Tang Dao. Not only can Tang Dao beep, but he also has an endless supply of trump cards. No one knows what else he will come up with to make people laugh.
, it’s like he got a stainless steel arm guard and couldn’t wait to take it out to be used. In addition, the picture Tang Dao just described is so vicious. It is so vicious that Fujiwara Senxiu’s balls get cold just thinking about it.
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Fujiwara Senzuo's fighting spirit suddenly disappeared. What kind of martial arts practice? Get away as far as you can! When he thought that he would be placed in the arms of another naked corpse by someone, what a shame.
Man, Senio Fujiwara would rather go to shit.
Escape, get as far away from Tang Dao, this demon without any sense of moral integrity, as possible.
Although one leg was broken, but using both hands and one leg to push on the ground, Fujiwara Senzuo, a great expert, could run much faster than ordinary people, jumping into the mountains and forests as fast as a ground mouse.
However, in front of Tang Dao, who had not suffered much serious damage, his speed was obviously ridiculous.
"Want to run away? That's not good. Come back first." Tang Dao stepped forward with a few strides and kicked Fujiwara Senzuo who was crawling on the ground flying into the air and hit him hard.
on a tree.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who was badly beaten, just waved his hand.
"I punched him for Lao Zheng." A fist as big as a bowl hit him firmly on the face.
The muffled sound of "Winter" makes one's teeth feel sore.
What followed was blood splatter!
Fujiwara Sen'o's eyes and eyebrows were all cracked, and his appearance was extremely miserable.
But this is obviously not enough in Tang Dao's view. It's not that this guy is too thick-skinned, his punch could have been like Lu Zhishen's angry punch to the town of Guanxi, red, white, purple and all kinds of colors combined to make it always a thousand colors.
Spring.
"This punch was punched by me for the 17th Division Friendly Army." Tang Dao stepped forward again and delivered another hard straight punch.
This punch hit the stainless steel arm guard of Fujiwara Senio who subconsciously used his arms to protect his face.
However, for Tang Dao, who has already lost his temper, no matter whether it is made of fine steel or not, I will beat you to pieces with one punch.
The sound between fist and steel was very strange. Blood suddenly appeared on Tang Dao's fist, and the skin and flesh on the knuckles were instantly torn apart.
The effect of force is mutual. Tang Dao, who is the active one, is so miserable. For those who are passively beaten, the consequences are obviously very bad just thinking about it.
Under this heavy blow, Fujiwara Senzuo, who had already suffered serious injuries, could no longer withstand the huge force of his arms.
While the stainless steel arm guard blocked Tang Dao's fist, the arm guard hit Fujiwara Senzuo's own face hard.
"Ah!" Even with Fujiwara Senzuo's tenacity, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
The blood splashed three feet high.
Fujiwara Senio's originally tall nose had almost become a flat surface. It was smashed by the stainless steel arm guard that carried the power of the Tang sword's punch.
In this world without medical beauty, it is estimated that even if Senio Fujiwara survives in the future, he will only have a flat face.
If he meets Tang Dao again, Tang Dao will probably make this guy angry if he says, "Brother, where's your nose? Are you going back to your hometown to see the cherry blossoms?"
"This kick was given by me on behalf of my brothers in the Eightyth Army."
"Winter" heard another muffled sound, and Tang Dao kicked out, hitting Fujiwara Senzuo's lower abdomen. The strong man, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, was kicked five or six meters away.
This shows how powerful Tang Dao's hateful blow is.
However, Fujiwara Senzuo is worthy of being a master, a real master of taking beatings.
After continuously experiencing heavy blows from the Tang Dao that could kill a strong bull with one punch or one kick, he was still like a cooked shrimp, hunching over and saying "wow wow" while vomiting blood, while still waving his hands:
"Stop, stop, Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, listen to me."
"I heard that you are the ancestor of the Fujiwara family." Tang Dao gave him no chance. He roared and continued to step forward.
If you kill a snake, there will be trouble later. This is not only a plot in TV series, but a master like Fujiwara Senio cannot give him a chance.
"This is the map you want. If you come again, I will eat it." Fujiwara Senio suddenly took out a piece of paper with a topographic map from his military trouser pocket and said eagerly.
Even if the blood kept spurting out, these words could not be spoken coherently. Fujiwara Senzuo could only say it quickly like a machine gun, because if he didn't say it, he might not have the chance to say it.
Tang Dao's two punches and kicks weighed more than a thousand pounds, and his body, which had been tempered for many times, could no longer bear it. Let alone being beaten wildly by Tang Dao again, even after waiting for a minute or two, Fujiwara Senzuo felt that he was going to die.
"Eat it, I'm capable of digging it out of your esophagus." Tang Dao's eyes were cold, his feet staggered, and he continued to move forward.
"Tang Jun, the most you can get is a ball of paper pulp. Even if I am defeated, I can still survive for 20 seconds." Fujiwara Senzuo said bitterly with a gray face.
This Japanese martial arts genius may not have expected that one day, in order to survive, he would be able to speak out so smoothly even when he could resist his opponent for 20 seconds. More importantly, he had no sense of shame.
Sure enough, it was right to let Tang Dao come up alone. How could he not be surrounded by Chinese people at such a humiliating moment?
Tang Dao suddenly stopped his steps and his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Give me the map and I will give you a dignified death. I swear on the honor of a Chinese soldier!"
"Haha, Mr. Tang, do you think I will still believe your so-called oath!" Senio Fujiwara leaned against a big tree and barely stood still, with a sad smile on his face.
"But you have no other choice now." Tang Dao shook his head. "I will never make a promise with the honor of a Chinese soldier easily. I always have and I still don't."
"Haha, Mr. Tang, someone like you who cares too much about friendship is not suitable to be a soldier. Didn't you ancient Chinese people say that? One general can make thousands of bones wither!" Seeing that Tang Dao was held by him again,
Fujiwara Senzuo couldn't help but taunt him.
"Although you have joined the army and are a soldier, you have never understood the meaning of the word soldier. This is also the reason for your repeated failures, understand?" Tang Dao looked down at his military uniform and sighed.
road.
"Especially when you split your troops into two groups while fleeing and use your subordinates as bait for your escape. Those who abandon their comrades fighting side by side are destined to be abandoned by fate."
Fujiwara's face suddenly stiffened, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then a cold light flashed under the swollen eyelids on his miserable face: "Nonsense, it is their honor for subordinates to die for their superiors."
He clenched his hands violently, balled up the white paper in his hand, threw it towards a bush at the foot of the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Tang, I have kept my promise to give you the map, but please continue to increase the number of people under your command."
Special training for warriors, otherwise if it falls into the hands of our special agent team again, you will be worried and restrained, Mr. Tang."
Tang Dao's eyes flashed, "You don't need to worry about a dying person. Before that, I'd better send you to meet your little devils who have dedicated their lives for you!"
"Thank you, Mr. Tang, for sending me off. Even if I die, I, Fujiwara Sentio, will not die in your hands." When Tang Dao looked at the position where the paper ball fell, Fujiwara Sentio suddenly laughed loudly.
When Tang Dao withdrew his eyes, he saw Fujiwara Senzuo exerting force on one leg, leaping back and turning over several times before jumping off the cliff only three or four meters away from him.
Tang Dao hurried over and saw that the cliff was nearly 90 degrees vertical and was more than 200 meters long. Let alone a human being, even an ape would be destined to lose his body if he fell.
There was also a lush and dense forest under the cliff, and it was not possible to see the body of Senio Fujiwara for a while.
It was an extremely easy thing for Tang Dao to have his life-and-death enemy jump off a cliff and commit suicide.
Even though the life-and-death fight between the two people just lasted for only more than two minutes, Tang Dao used some insignificant skin injuries in exchange for severely injuring his opponent, and Tang Dao could be regarded as winning with a crushing force, but in fact, Tang Dao himself knew in his heart that this
The battle was definitely one of the most thrilling battles he had experienced since coming to this time and space, and it was even two points harder than the battle in Zhengcheng.
If Tang Dao hadn't learned the lesson after Zheng Cheng's assassination and made adequate preparations before setting off on this mission, not only preparing military spurs but also hiding special sabers and adding some gadgets, the result of this battle would have been
It’s really hard to say.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who is becoming more and more mentally tough, is definitely the best master he has ever encountered in a one-on-one battle. Even Akatsuki may be a little inferior. If he is not careful, he will die with the enemy.
It's not that Tang Dao is afraid of death, but that he can't die yet. There are thousands of people in the Si Xing Regiment, and there are hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops watching eagerly outside the mountains. He still has to accompany them to fight.
But, did that terrible opponent die like this?
In other words, a super master carefully cultivated by Japanese martial arts heritage is willing to take his own life like this?
Tang Dao stared silently at the foot of the mountain for a long time, then put his hand into his mouth and let out a whistle that resounded through the sky, notifying the four people at the foot of the mountain to come up and join him. He turned around and walked towards the bushes where Fujiwara Senzuo was throwing paper balls.
go.
Tang Dao turned around, a hint of coldness curled up at the corner of his mouth.
From the looks of it, it seemed that he was completely relaxed after witnessing Sentsuo Fujiwara commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.
If Fujiwara Senzuo, who has already embarked on the road of no return, sees Tang Danzao's expression, he may have the urge to jump back from the road to death. What, is this making people feel uncomfortable even if they die?
It can only be said that a person who has been beaten too many times will always have a better memory.
This chapter has been completed!