Seeing Miyamoto dumbfounded, Suzuki thought that he was plotted by Qin Tian and suffered more serious injuries.
"Listen to my orders!"
He roared angrily, took the lead in pulling out Shenyin's exclusive firearm from his waist, and pointed it at Qin Tian.
After hearing his words, Noji and others reacted and drew their guns immediately.
Seven or eight black gun barrels surrounded Qin Tian in the middle.
"don't want!"
Next to him, Chen Xiaoyi was so frightened that his legs shook and he knelt on the ground.
"Mr. Suzuki, Qin Tian is the special envoy of Long Yin. If he kills him rashly, how should he explain to Long Yin?"
"Please, for the sake of my godfather, please spare him!"
"Brother Tian, why don't you apologize quickly!"
Suzuki barely suppressed his anger, stared at Qin Tian and smiled ferociously: "As an outsider, you are here to cause trouble and maliciously harm our warriors."
"Now, I have enough reasons to kill you in the name of Shenyin. Is there anything else you want to say?"
"If you don't want to die, just kneel down!"
Chen Xiaoyi pulled Qin Tian's clothes and said anxiously: "Say something quickly!"
"How long have you been, and you are still showing off!"
Qin Tian ignored Chen Xiaoyi and didn't even look at Suzuki or the guys around him who were raising guns.
He looked at Miyamoto and sneered: "Are we still going to compete?"
"If you give up, then it's time for me to go home and sleep."
"You bitch, you think you can walk!"
"I'll kill you!" Suzuki couldn't bear it anymore, and in excitement, he was about to pull the trigger.
"stop!"
Miyamoto shouted angrily and said coldly: "Today is a challenge between me and Qin Tian."
"What you do is an insult to the spirit of martial arts!"
"Quickly retreat!"
After listening to his words, Suzuki and others reluctantly stepped aside. However, they did not put away their guns.
But he still watched eagerly.
Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief, held the knife in both hands, and took a step slowly.
"The competition has just begun."
"Come again!"
Amidst the roar, he stepped forward, and like a whirlwind, he attacked Qin Tian.
The long knife danced in his hand, and the cold light flickered. In this midnight valley, it looked like a harvester of life coming out of hell.
The art of cutting swords and the art of swordsmanship are a combination of the two.
For a moment, sand flew away and rocks flew away.
Qin Tian, who was at the core, seemed to be in danger of being cut into pieces at any time.
The exciting battle made Suzuki and others obsessed with watching it.
"Brother, come on!"
"Come on Miyamoto-kun!"
They shouted excitedly.
Qin Tian went back and forth with Gong Shu for a while, and found that this guy had no new moves, and his patience finally ran out.
"Now, let me show you what the real Broken Blade Style is!"
Amidst the chanting, he suddenly took action and snatched Miyamoto's long sword away like a ghost.
Miyamoto only felt a light touch in his hand, but he didn't react yet.
Qin Tian flicked his wrist and slashed down with his long sword.
Every time he struck with the knife, Miyamoto was forced to step back. There was no way he could fight back.
Because if you break the knife, it will break your counterattack and your way of survival.
"Impossible, this is impossible..."
"How come you know how to cut off a knife, and it's so superb!"
I have been forced into a corner, his eyes were dull and he was mumbling.
Qin Tian sneered and said: "Japanese martial arts originated from the Dragon Kingdom. You just learned some superficial skills and showed them a little bit."
"Knife style!"
With a loud shout, the long sword was swung out again. The sword-breaking technique was changed to the sword-style technique, one sword after another, like a silver tide, sloping towards Miyamoto.