Qi Honglei was born as a student at the Physical Education University, received higher education, and had a heart to serve the country.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed from the valley of Huashan Mountain immediately upon receiving the invitation.

I don’t want a simple and honest young man like Li Baoguo to suffer setbacks and injuries.

That's why I volunteered after hesitating.

I didn’t expect this little group leader to be so stubborn. ??

Is this bureaucracy?

If the people in power in the Daxia martial arts world and the superpower world are as incompetent and mediocre as this so-called leader, then the future will really be bleak.

Qi Honglei was very disappointed.

Others looked at Li Xiaofei with strong doubts in their eyes.

They are all old foxes, how could they not understand the meaning behind the conversation just now.

Only Li Baoguo felt that he was being taken seriously, and walked out with the blade wrapped in sheepskin in his arms.

After a while.

The sheepherder stepped onto the stage.

His innocent look suddenly aroused a commotion of surprise in the venue.

Everyone in the audience, including Wang Fei, Miss Fan and others, were extremely surprised.

Why is it that the first person sent out by Daxia is such an earth hammer?

At this time, the first person from Jie Peng to appear has been determined.

He is Kawashima Siu, a disciple of the sword master Kiba Katazou.

Wearing Jie Peng's traditional samurai uniform, with wooden clogs on his feet, and two swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist, he walked slowly onto the ring, his face slightly flushed with anger.

"It's too much to bully others. We came here across the mountains and seas because we wanted to meet the masters of Daxia for a while, not to be humiliated by a stupid peasant."

Kawashima Si pointed at Li Baoguo and said angrily in blunt Daxia dialect, "You are not worthy of standing here, and you are not worthy of letting me draw my sword. Go away, I won't kill you."

"You little brat, you're such a ungrateful piece of shit, why don't you look down on me?"

Li Baoguo had the simple view of hatred of Daxia people. Because of the aggressive war before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was full of hostility towards the Jie Peng people.

During the conversation.

He directly opened the outer sheepskin and took out the iron knife that he had been holding in his arms.<

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Two pieces of old tree root wood, sandwiching a thin dark brown iron piece.

The edge on one side is sharpened, and the blade shines with a finger-width silver luster. It looks sharp, but there are some gaps.

Even if it can be called a knife, it is definitely not a killing knife.

Not even a fighting knife.

The anger in Kawashima Si's eyes became even more intense.

He turned to look at the main auditorium and asked angrily, "How sacred is the exchange between the two countries? Who are you humiliating by sending this kind of trash to Daxia?"

The noise in the venue was even louder.

On the rostrum, some leaders looked a little embarrassed.

The deputy state-level old man always looked kind.

He didn't give any explanation, just watched quietly.

joke.

Why do I, the one in power in Daxia, need to explain anything to the incompetent swordsman of a small country?

In the lounge.

Seeing this scene through the real-time live broadcast, many people were ashamed and angry.

Even Taoist Master Sanjue's face turned red, and he secretly regretted in his heart that he should not have been so impulsive just now, just to prevent this little leader who had used the back door to get gold, he actually ruined the national affairs.

On the arena.

Li Baoguo was furious.

"You bitch."

He held the knife and strode towards Kawashima Si, "You're not even strong enough to kill me with one move, but you still dare to scold our national leader?"

Kawashima Si snorted coldly.

He was about to take this opportunity to humiliate the Daxia people a few more times.

But suddenly, a creepy sense of danger surged from behind.

It was like being stared at by a peerless evil beast.

Startled, he turned around suddenly.

But he saw the farmer's sheepherding boy ten steps away, with the iron piece in his hand raised slightly, making a strange shape, and the tip of the knife was far away.

Aimed at himself.

In his eyes, the lamb that was not worth drawing the sword now turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

Every cell in the body is on frantic alert.

The dangerous intuition developed through years of martial arts training crazily stimulated his nerves.

That simple yet ugly iron blade seemed like a peerless magic weapon.

Tick ​​tock.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Kawashima Si's temples.

He didn't dare to move.

Don't dare to move at all.

He didn't dare to raise his hand to touch the handle of the knife that was so close at hand.

Because the air machine is completely locked.

As long as it moves, the seawall opposite will release floods, and the volcano below will erupt.

Why is this happening?

Kawashima was panicked.

"Are you ready?"

Li Baoguo said loudly, "I won't take advantage of you..."

Chance.

Taking advantage of the fleeting gap between his opponent's words, Kawashima Si's eyes lit up and he finally pressed his palm on the handle of the knife.

But just at this moment——

call out.

A cool breeze passed by.

The figures intertwined.

Everyone watching the battle just felt like their eyes were blurred.

Sheep-herding boy Li Baoguo had appeared five meters behind Kawashima Si, maintaining a posture of waving his knife forward.

However, Kawashima Si's sword attack was not even able to pull out an inch of the blade.

Tick ​​tock tick.

The blood falling to the ground is like a red bell in this quiet moment.

I saw Kawashima Si's hand holding the handle of the knife already flowing with blood. At first there were only a few strands, but later, a line of blood suddenly spurted out from his wrist.

His hand was still tightly and tightly grasped on the handle of the knife.

But the wrist has been broken.

Li Baoguo's sword actually cut off Kawashima Si's right hand.

If his hand hadn't been holding the handle of the knife, he would have

Fall to the ground.

"ah……"

Kawashima Si let out a long scream.

The broken right arm subconsciously raised it, and when he saw the neat incisions and the dense white bones, he suddenly became more and more frightened. He hugged his forearm and said sadly, "My hand, my hand, ah, my hand is gone."

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To be continued...