Hisashima Yamashima held the sword in one hand, straddling his body with a horse stance, turned his body slightly to one side, lightly turned his right rear toe for half a circle, then suddenly let out a "yo" sound, and came with a surging murderous aura.
She didn't know that her killer move was actually slowed down in Gu Chen's eyes. It was a frame-by-frame picture, a slow-motion picture unfolding in front of Gu Chen's eyes.
It was a perfect killing move, with a very powerful intention. The blade was getting closer and closer to her, so close that the blade was right in front of her eyes, and the wind carried by it seemed to have cut off a few hairs.
As soon as Gu Chen's footsteps moved, she turned sideways in an instant, and her left hand directly grasped the right hand of Yamashima Jiufang holding the knife, and then twisted it with her backhand... There was a sound of metal falling to the ground.
Come on, the katana in Yamashima Hisahi's hand has been released.
"Eight grids!" The samurai dropped the sword from his hand. Undoubtedly, this was the most unacceptable thing. It was a humiliation to the sword and to himself!
Yamashima Jiufang struggled to get away and hooked one foot onto Gu Chen's little foot. While trying to trip Gu Chen down, she also gave herself time to pick up the knife that had fallen out of hand.
Gu Chen sneered in his ears, "It's just that." He raised his foot and kicked it, and in an instant, Yamashima Jiufang was tripped down.
As the world spun around, Yamadajiu Fang had no time to panic, and no time to make a move. There was something cold and cold on her neck, and her hand stopped touching the ground... The knife was the hand that originally belonged to her.
In Gu Chen's hands.
"Death by one's own sword...is this an honor?" Gu Chen held the knife and looked condescendingly at the person who fell to the ground...a Japanese citizen whose ancestors were stained with the blood of the Chinese...Yamashima Hisaka, "Use
This knife can kill you, but I still look down on you."
She raised her hand and clamped the other end of the knife with her left hand. She bent it with a "click" and the sharp and hard samurai sword was broken into two pieces by Gu Chen.
"Ah! Presumptuous! Presumptuous! Ba Ge, Ba Ge!!" When Shandao Jiufang heard that voice, he was furious, his eyes were red as if they were stained with blood, "Gu Chen, Gu Chen! I want to kill
If I kill you, I will kill you!"
A sword handed down from her ancestors, a sword that represented the honor of her family... was broken by a Chinese, by a Chinese she looked down upon. This was something Yamashima Hisaka could not accept!
Anger, shame,... Damn Gu Chen, she is declaring war on the entire Shandao, and provoking the authority of the Shandao family!
"It's just a broken knife, but it's still glorious?" Gu Chen waved her hand, and the two broken knives were thrown aside by her, and the military dagger in his hand was thrown out with a loud sound...
"The knife is gone, Miss Shandao, your people... I have to deal with it too." Gu Chen laughed lightly, and the cold voice was particularly clear in the banquet hall, like wind chimes blowing on a rainy night, clear and clear.
Crisp and crunchy.
When Shandao Jiufang heard this, she froze with a distorted face. Then she thought of something and started struggling even more crazily, "Gu Chen, you'd better let me go, otherwise! I'll make you regret it!"
"I am the heir to the Yamadao family of the great empire of Japan. If you dare to kill me, my father will not let you go. Even if you hide in Chinese territory, you will die an ugly death!"
The knife was broken, and... Yamashima Hisaka began to struggle crazily. She didn't want to die! She didn't want to die at all!
"If you dare to be disrespectful to me, the Shandao family will not let you go!"
