Three hundred and eighty fifth chapter life and death eleven
In Qianye Qiudao's eyes, Yang Chen was already half dead.
Wu Rui is Yang Chen's fatal weakness. Indeed, Wu Rui does not have Yang Chen's nearly twenty years of Kung Fu foundation, special forces quick combat skills, extensive physical training, and various killing techniques. When encountering a master like Imai Ichiro, Wu Rui will be greatly reduced.
In addition, Wu Rui sprained her right foot and was tired of coping. She retreated again and again, retreating into the cold river water.
Imai Ichiro showed no mercy to Wu Rui, and Wu Rui retreated in a hurry. He chased her, grinning ferociously, and struck at Wu Rui's vital parts with one knife after another, fast and cruel.
In the not-deep river water, countless splashes were made by the two people, and the clashing sounds of knives and knives were dense and fast. After all, Wu Rui, who sprained her ankle, could not withstand the continuous impact force, and her center of gravity was unbalanced, and she fell backwards.
At this moment, Imai suddenly struck down with a knife in both hands.
"ah!"
Wu Rui used all her strength to fall into the river. The moment she fell into the river, she spun around and rolled over one meter sideways, barely able to dodge Imai Ichiro's knife.
Wu Rui fell into the water, and Imai Ichiro's knife struck the air, causing a splash of water more than two meters high. However, he did not stop there. He twisted his wrist, turned the blade sideways, and pointed the blade towards Wu Rui's side. He pulled the knife upwards vigorously,
Sweeping towards Wu Rui, facing Wu Rui who was cut in half, he held his breath, held his hands on the sand and stones at the bottom of the river, his whole body was dehydrated, and he stood upside down.
Whoosh!
Imai Ichiro's sword broke out of the water domineeringly. The long and narrow samurai sword lifted by Imai Ichiro did not stop, and rolled diagonally towards Wu Rui from top to bottom.
Wu Rui pushed hard with her arms, turned her body out, and narrowly escaped the reach of the long knife. Although her feet fell into the water, she could not stand and fell into the river.
Imai Ichiro still didn't stop, with a sullen face, he lunged forward, the long knife poked out from the flying water droplets, and stabbed Wu Rui's throat. The series of dodges just now exhausted Wu Rui's physical strength, and she could no longer take on this smooth blow.
The knife struck, and the long knife stabbed Wu Rui, who was caught off guard. His heart... sank suddenly, and he closed his eyes and waited for death.
The tip of the samurai sword was less than ten centimeters away from Wu Rui's throat. It suddenly froze and remained motionless. Yang Chen tightly grasped the middle of the blade with ten fingers of both hands.
At the same time that Yang Chen grabbed the samurai sword, Takeda Takeo, who had no power to fight back, took advantage of Yang Chen's opportunity to save Wu Rui and followed him like a tarsal maggot, stabbing Yang Chen's lower back with his sword silently.
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This is the fatal part.
Yang Chen's expression didn't change and he tried his best to move his waist.
The sharp knife penetrated the flesh. Yang Chen moved his waist, but could not move his entire waist. The sharp knife penetrated from the side of the waist and came out from under the right rib.
Wu Rui happened to open her eyes and moved her gaze from the tip of the knife to Yang Chen. She was so shocked that it was Yang Chen who saved her again. She hurriedly moved back half a meter, her heart hurting like a knife and tears streaming down her face.
Yang Chen stared at Wu Rui, smiled tenderly, and before Takeda Takeo, who had injured him, could make another move, he exerted force with both hands, and bang... there was a clear sound of the steel knife breaking.
Imai Ichiro's katana was broken by Yang Chen.
Imai Ichiro was horrified, but at this moment, the half of the knife that fell into Yang Chen's hand had drawn a bright arc of light and flashed past Imai Ichiro's neck.
At the same time as the arc light dissipated, Yang Chen ignored the fact that the long sword penetrated his body and knocked him backwards. The move derived from Bajiquan's mountain support was unparalleled in dominance.
Peng!
Rescue, cut off the knife, counterattack, Yang Chen's series of actions were so fast that Takeda Takenan was caught off guard and was knocked out, and the long knife that pierced Yang Chen's body was also taken out.
Blood spilled.
"Yang Chen..." Wu Rui got up desperately, threw herself in front of Yang Chen, cried bitterly, and tried to cover the wound with her hands to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, it was useless. The bright red blood soon soaked half of Yang Chen's body, and he died in embarrassment.
Tragic.
Imai Ichiro, who maintained the stabbing posture with the knife, stayed on the spot for more than ten seconds, fell into the river, and blood began to pour from his neck. Takeda Takeo, who fell on the meadow by the river, was also dying, with all his ribs broken, trying to survive.
Disaster.
"good!"
Qianye Akimichi walked up to him with a deep smile, but there was a look of solemnity in his eyes. Yang Chen, who was one against two and at an absolute disadvantage, counterattacked too fast, too hard, too unbelievably, and he had no time to save him.
The two junior brothers, the strength of the young man in front of him was beyond his expectation.
A rare opponent.
If he is trained by the shrine, in ten or eight years, this young man may not be able to become the number one martial artist in Asia. Unfortunately, he is already at the end of his strength and will definitely be killed.
Chiba Akimichi curled his lips slightly regretfully.
Yang Chen took off his shirt and wrapped the gauze Wu Rui gave him tightly around his waist layer by layer to prevent excessive blood loss from affecting his physical fitness. Next, was the decisive battle of life and death.
Riverside meadow.
Yang Chen and Qianye Qiudou stood five meters apart.
"You're good, but you won't survive today." Chiba Akimichi was full of confidence. He was a master on the Hades Shrine list and had enough pride. He glanced at the lifeless Takeda Takeo at his feet, raised his feet, and pushed Takeda
Jian Nan's knife kick was thrown to Yang Chen who was five meters away. Yang Chen stretched out his hand and caught it steadily.
Clang!
Like a dragon roaring.
Chiba Akimichi pulled out the knife from his back.
The Nagabune is one of Japan's top ten famous swords. It has been passed down to this day for more than four hundred years. It has drunk countless blood and is not inferior to the demon sword Muramasa. With the Nagabune in hand, Chiba Akimichi pointed diagonally at the earth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and breathed in with pleasure.
It was as if he was the only one in the world, wearing loose warrior uniforms and no wind blowing.
Yang Chen sneered, showing no fear.
Panting, Wu Rui walked up to the river bank and stared at the two people nervously. Before she could think of how to help Yang Chen, the two confronting people moved at the same time.
The distance of five meters disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The swords in the hands of the two men collided fiercely like a gust of wind and rain. At the moment when the fierce battle was in full swing, the sophisticated Chiba Akimichi used retreat to advance with a feint, causing Yang Chen to slash the air with his sword, revealing a flaw.
This expert on the God List took advantage of the opportunity to attack without giving Yang Chen a chance to breathe and counterattack. His smooth and flowing moves were airtight and pressured Yang Chen back again and again.
Bang!
Qianye Qiudou, who had taken the initiative, struck with a strike, cutting off the long sword in Yang Chen's hand that was blocking the upward movement. If Yang Chen hadn't retreated quickly, he would have been split into two pieces.
The knife is destroyed.
He was fighting all the way again, and his physical strength was showing signs of being unsustainable. It was ten times more dangerous than when Yang Chen fought against the number one killer in Asia. Even so, he still remained calm.
"Take the move!"
Qianye Qiudao shouted fiercely and kicked up the half-cut knife that fell to the ground. The broken knife whirled and shot towards Yang Chen. Yang Chen knocked away the "hidden weapon" with the remaining half of the knife.
But the real killer move lies behind!
When Yang Chen knocked the knife in half, the door opened wide, Qianye Akimichi was approaching, he smiled ferociously and stabbed Yang Chen's chest straight. Once he was stabbed, he would definitely die.
Yang Chen couldn't avoid it, and suddenly someone jumped into his arms, it was Wu Rui.
Wu Rui held Yang Chen's shoulders with both hands, and her extremely haggard face was filled with a satisfied smile. She died for him, died in his arms, and had no regrets in this life. She felt the coldness of the blade entering her flesh, and she cried with laughter.
Tears flowed.
Drenched with endless love for three lifetimes.
A soft call becomes an eternal expectation.
"Yang Chen, live well..." Wu Rui said, trying to push Yang Chen away, fearing that the long knife that penetrated her body would hurt her beloved man in the next second, but she couldn't push her away.
