One hundred and fifty-four chapters Yamato Samurai
"Snapped……"
Landing softly, trying to relax my body, I raised my hand and pulled out the saber tied in my trousers, and suddenly waved my left hand in the air. The Yang Yanhuo condensed into substantial flame energy, directly killing the two dragons holding guns.
The warrior was knocked back by the blast. When he looked up, he saw a samurai sword falling from the sky. The light of the bright moon reflected on the blade, and the cold air was overwhelming.
If an ordinary person were to attack with a katana, I would dare to take it with my bare hands, but it is different now. The A-level colonists have power beyond the wild beasts. The power of this sword should not be underestimated, and this katana does not look simple.
, it must be a high-tech sword. If you rush to take the blow with your arm, you may regret it for the rest of your life.
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I don’t dare to have any contempt for the dragon-blooded warriors.
"Keng!"
The saber flew through the air, collided with the samurai sword, and sparks shot out. I took the opportunity to roll two meters to the ground to avoid the opponent's sword. With the dexterity of the saber, I turned around and scratched the opponent's thigh, and the black pants
As it was burned to pieces by the Yang Yan Fire, pieces of crimson scales were exposed, but my saber was filled with Yang Yan Fire, cutting the scales into pieces, leaving a deep wound.
After a series of blows, his left leg swept across and knocked him down directly. At this time, the man holding the katana cursed, it was in Japanese, he was actually Japanese!
At this moment, I was even more certain that this group of people must have been sent by Wang Zecheng.
There was a cold wind behind me, and it was the sharp claws of another dragon-blooded warrior. I jumped up, and Yang Yanjin suddenly spat violently in the air, and rushed towards his back. The saber made a "puff" sound from the air.
His neck was pierced, and the dragon-blooded warrior immediately howled miserably, twisted his body violently, and tried to grab back with his sharp claws.
I was heartbroken, and suddenly pulled the saber down. The sound of the saber chopping bones continued, and I cut him open from the back, just like opening a leather bag, and the warm internal organs and blood spilled all over the floor.
, no matter how strong the vitality is, there is only one death.
At this moment, there was a sudden numbness on my arm, and I was hit by the sharp claw of another dragon-blooded warrior. It was stained with blood. The Yangyan Armor could have completely blocked the sharp claws of the dragon-blooded warrior, but I had too many enemies to deal with.
, being distracted, I inevitably lacked strength, and the burning pain came from the wound. I quickly turned the Yang Yan Jin and concentrated it on my left leg. I raised my saber to block his sharp claws, and at the same time, I stood up from the ground and performed a rapid roundhouse kick.
, with a "bang", the left leg wrapped in flames directly kicked the head of the dragon-blooded warrior.
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After the third one was taken care of, the fourth one also rushed over quickly, using its hands and feet to attack like a wild beast.
It is true that the attack and defense of dragon-blooded warriors are first-class, but their tactical skills are far inferior. Even though they have gained god-like power through physical transformation, their IQ is still that of mortals. This is also the case with this kind of technology.
The reason is not elegant, but... if they train a large number of thousands of A-level colonists to deal with other countries' border troops, this will indeed be a destructive force, and even I will be so embarrassed to deal with it.
, how should ordinary soldiers face the enemy?
He turned around and quickly avoided the bite of the fourth dragon-blooded warrior. With a slight swing of his arm, the saber had already pierced his throat. The fire was spitting out, and his entire head was suddenly transformed in flames.
It was burnt black.
"くそ~..."
Directly in front, the Japanese samurai cursed again, and electric currents passed through the katana in his hand. This is a technology similar to the arc sword, but it seems to be a bit cruder than the arc sword. After all, the Tianxin Group
Not everyone can match his technology. My saber made a long gash in his leg, and he is already losing blood violently. However, I do not intend to kill him and make his life worse than death. Such an end is appropriate.
Since Wang Zecheng dares to find helpers from Japan, then I should make him pay the price.
What we have to do now is to severely injure this dragon-blooded warrior who can use a samurai sword, so that he loses his combat effectiveness, and then hand it over to the base and the military to find more clues, evidence and utilization value from this Japanese. However,
My heart is full of fighting spirit, and I feel a little crazy. It's like I'm on drugs. The power in my body is not vomiting out. The last time this feeling occurred was when Alei died. This is probably what a practitioner has in his bones.
Killing intention?
Standing firm, he raised his hand and wiped the scars on his arm. There were five scratch marks on his arm, blood was flowing, and there was no time to bandage them.
I raised my hand, pointed the sword directly at my opponent, raised the corner of my mouth provocatively, and said, "comeon, bitCh!"
I couldn't understand what he said in Japanese, but he should still understand what I said in simple English.
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As a result, such a provocation made him curse angrily. The samurai sword in his hand came quickly and fell twice in a row. It was a double slashing technique. It was hard to tell that this man was actually a real samurai.
The saber sank slowly, cleverly provoking the opponent's blade. I misplaced my body and made a quick "asking sword". At the same time, my left fist hit the hand holding the saber heavily. My body sank and another
The leg sweep that attacked my lower body caused the flames to linger around my right leg. As soon as it swung away, a wave of flames ignited the surrounding weeds.
He jumped to avoid my attack, but the wrist holding the knife had begun to tremble, and my seemingly indifferent blow was not so easy to bear.
In the distance, the screams of several students came. Someone has discovered our battlefield. We can’t delay any longer. The above intention has always been to prevent our battle from being seen by too many people, otherwise it will easily cause the whole society to
Turmoil and unrest.
"Bang!"
Another exquisite sword-asking "beater", this time I heard a click, his right wrist was completely broken by me, and the dragon blood warrior's "dragon scales" could not protect him. The report Shen Bing gave me before
It shows that many times in the battles between colonists outside Hangzhou, some police officers and soldiers had their bodies cut off. Most of them were related to this kind of people, and the A-level dragon-blood warrior in front of them was a Japanese samurai.
This knife must have killed many Chinese special police officers, right?
When I think of this, I get angry.
"quack……"
He howled miserably, his right hand could no longer hold the handle of the knife, and he immediately used his left hand to hold it.
By the time he changed his hand, I had already used another simple and sharp direct cutting tactic. I raised my arm slightly and knocked his broken right hand away with a "bang". The saber blocked his left hand like a snake, and suddenly fired.
The power of Yang Yan burned his sleeves to pieces, and he forcefully buckled down the katana.
"Snapped!"
I suddenly grasped the handle of the katana. I like the feeling of this long weapon. As soon as I turned around, I slashed with the sword!
"Pfft!"
I cut off his left arm from behind about 20 centimeters below the shoulder. Blood spurted out. I didn't give him the slightest chance to react. I struck him with the katana four times in a row, instantly killing both of his legs.
It was useless. At the same time, under Yang Yanjin's concentration, this fragile samurai sword burned red and melted in the blink of an eye!
What a waste. My butterfly can withstand my strongest strength and will not soften. Nangong Ling and Nangong Jue's crafting technology is completely superior to the little Japanese ear tempering skills.
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"Ahhhh..."
Amid the miserable howl, he fell to the ground. Unfortunately, he didn't even have the strength to die now and became a complete invalid.
I also feel that my whole body is about to lose strength. Is it my limit to fight five dragon-blooded warriors in a row? This is not possible. I have to continue to practice. God knows how many dragon-blooded warriors Wang Zecheng has under his command, or how many A-level clones are there?
What about S-level, SS-level, and SSS-level? If my cultivation level doesn't improve, I'm afraid I'll have to be a mermaid by then.
"Snapped……"
Slowly falling down under a cedar tree, I leaned against the cedar tree and answered Shen Bing's call: "Sister Shen Bing..."
"What's the matter, Mr. Li?" She already knew something was wrong by my voice. After all, my voice was rarely that weak.
I whispered: "Wang Zecheng sent five colonists to kill me, but they didn't succeed. The place where the incident happened was the flower shop of Liuhua University. Send people over quickly to block the scene. There are already students taking pictures. I don't want to be caught.
Someone photographed me looking like this."
"Um!"
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A few minutes later, sirens were heard from outside the school. Multiple police cars quickly entered the campus and began to set up a cordon around it. Wang Xin and Shen Bing also arrived in about 10 minutes, but they did not use headlights to illuminate the scene.
Probably to protect my privacy, my mission is so special, and they don't want to push me to the limelight.
"How about it?"
Shen Bing came to me quickly, looking at the flesh and blood all around, and couldn't help but be a little stunned: "Are you okay?"
I smiled slightly: "It's okay."
As he spoke, he pointed at the trembling body not far away and said: "Captain Wang, that man is good at using samurai swords. He is a Japanese and an A-level colonizer. Give him a blood transfusion quickly, otherwise he will die.
If you do, you will bleed too much and die, and you won’t be able to ask for any valuable information after you die.”
Wang Xin immediately shouted: "What are you still doing? Help this idiot into the ambulance!"
Ax hurriedly moved the Japanese samurai, and Wang Xin was also anxious: "Axe, you idiot, I mean send this idiot Li Xiaoyao to the ambulance, huh, do I care that much whether this Japanese dies or not?"
I was a little touched: "Captain Wang, you really care about your subordinates like a spring breeze."
Wang Xin rubbed his nose angrily: "You have some good points and two shortcomings. I can't continue to work in this position."
"Your uncle..."
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Only after I got into the ambulance did I know that not only was my arm injured, but I was also hit by a samurai sword in the back. I was protected by Sun Flame Armor, so my muscles and bones were not injured. If it were an ordinary person, I would have been cut in two by one sword.
It was over, but even so, there was still a faint feeling of fainting because of too much bleeding. Before Lin Wan'er and Dongcheng Yuelai could come, they were given a dose of sedatives and fell into a deep sleep.
