Chapter 534: The sword light is like electricity to all kinds of tickets)
In fact, Minamoto Yoshihiro also hit on Liu Lang's weakness.
Although Tyson is not weak, he is by no means a match for Minamoto Yoshihiro. If he is entangled for a moment by three Japanese swordsmen, the danger factor for Ji Yanxue and the others will naturally double.
Seeing Liu Lang striding out, the door to the box was blocked by Tyson who followed closely, while Sun Wenfa was guarding the window inside the box.
Minamoto Yoshihiro just showed his white teeth and said solemnly: "If the three masters of Suigetsu Ryu attack together, even I can only temporarily dodge their attacks. I wonder how many swordsmen can block them? They, but they can't.
He has no sympathy for women."
Before the fight even started, the little devil started to make moves, using the safety of Ji Yanxue and the others to disturb Liu Lang's mind. Of course, Liu Lang would not be moved by it, and a smile appeared on his face: "I said
, the so-called martial arts path is just a competition to see who can kill."
Before he finished speaking, he paused his feet slightly, twisted his body, and slammed into a swordsman five meters behind him, using his thick back.
Bajiquan's close-fitting technique, if Liu Lang bumps into it, even a brick wall will be knocked out with a big hole.
Liu Lang had to admit that the Japanese samurai in front of him was very powerful. He could be ranked among the top three enemies he had encountered in his two lives. Even though he had been showing off in various ways since he appeared on the scene, in fact he was using
He used various language traps to kill Liu Lang's fighting spirit, and even took the initiative to move the battlefield. It seemed that he was helping solve Liu Lang's future troubles, but in fact he was just using his three men to pose a huge threat to three women.
It grabbed Liu Lang's attention.
If it were anyone else, this Japanese samurai would have used the atmosphere he created to make him lose half of his fighting spirit, casting an invincible shadow over his soul. And this was exactly the effect the Japanese samurai wanted to achieve.
A warrior who cannot move forward to win will only face failure, and facing such a powerful enemy, failure will only lead to death.
To put it bluntly, even though Minamoto Yoshihiro was acting like a pretender for a long time without making a move, in fact he had already made a move, and he started to attack Liu Lang as soon as he appeared.
This person's martial arts has begun to invade the soul, and he is really a formidable enemy.
So Liu Lang also took action, and when everyone was caught off guard, he took action.
His target was not his archenemy, Hiroshi Minamoto, but the Suigetsu-ryu master who was five meters away from him.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that no matter how powerful the object he bumped into was just a mortal body, the swordsman was holding a samurai sword that could cut through gold and jade.
Since the casting technique of Tang Bai Lian's horizontal sword was lost in China, even Liu Lang had to admit that the sharpness of the Japanese samurai sword, which was secretly learned from the casting technique of Tang Dynasty in China, is the best in Asia.
The swordsman doesn't even need to make any movements, he just needs to keep his posture unchanged, and Liu Lang will take the initiative to bump into the shimmering blade, giving him a chill.
The Suiyueleu Swordsman, who was stunned at first and then had a ferocious flash in his eyes, apparently thought so too. He held the knife in both hands and pointed the blade directly at Liu Lang, who was crashing into him at high speed.
But would Liu Lang be so stupid?
Minamoto Yoshihiro obviously didn't think so. His expression changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Jiasan, get out of the way."
"Flash?" A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the so-called top three swordsman. This is an excellent opportunity to stab someone with a knife and make him feel heartbroken! Although this is far from as satisfying as cutting him off in two, it is definitely a good opportunity to kill someone.
Soon, the black dot that appeared in Jia San's pupils made him understand why Minamoto Yoshihiro had just asked him to withdraw. Liu Lang's generous back was still one meter away from his straight blade, but as he raised his arm, he suddenly
With a wave back, an identical murder weapon hidden under the skirt of the beautiful lady in the box came first and appeared in the eyes of the horrified Jia San.
Baga, why do Chinese people like to hide this thing!!
This should be the last thought that came to Jia San's mind.
The next moment, the three-edged military thorn stabbed effortlessly between his eyebrows like breaking through tofu, passing through his skull.
The top swordsman of Shuiyueliu, before he could swing his sword, stood there like a piece of wood, dead.
The three-edged military thorn stabbed out ten centimeters from the swordsman's head. Three huge blood grooves flowed out of the three huge blood grooves. Not only red blood, but also white brain juice flowed out.
If there is enough time, Liu Lang will tell Jia San, who died instantly, that yes, he is a member of the Independent Regiment and will always bring people who can kill people.
The three-edged military thorn is the most handy one.
Before the other two swordsmen rushed forward with their swords roaring, Liu Lang twisted his waist slightly, like an overweight butterfly landing next to the dead swordsman with his eyes wide open in anger.
The military thorn was pulled out from his head, bringing out a fountain of blood. At the same time, a blood color appeared in his eyes, and he smiled brilliantly: "Brother Honggang, don't you need to worry too much about this!"
Tyson may not be able to handle one-on-three, but he can last at least two minutes against the remaining two.
Two minutes were enough for Liu Lang and Yoshihiro Minamoto to decide whether they were alive or dead.
If Liu Lang wins, the fate of the two Japanese swordsmen will go without saying; if he loses, everyone will die together, and the road to hell will not be too lonely.
So Liu Lang has long been eyeing this unlucky guy named Jia San.
If Jia San is still alive, he will definitely want to ask why Mao is targeting me. Is there a big word "weak" written on my face? That's not right! Although he is called Jia San, it is not
It is said that Jiayi is the number one master. On the contrary, in Shuiyueliu's ranking, the weakest is ranked first. The stronger the number, the greater the number. Shuiyueliu's generation has also trained five masters of guarding the door. For the sake of origin
Yoshihiro Gang sent three people for this operation, and the first three were the strongest masters besides Minamoto Yoshihiro Tsuyoshi.
Unexpectedly, in Liu Lang's unexpected surprise attack, he was killed in one blow.
In fact, the reason is very simple, he is alone.
The three swordsmen were divided into two sides. The two weaker ones naturally chose to stand on one side. As the strong ones, A3 naturally stood in a position alone.
As a result, he became Liu Lang's best target.
"Haha, Liu Jun really lived up to the expectations of Minamoto Yoshihiro." Minamoto Yoshihiro laughed loudly with a flash of blue on his face, his face gradually turned cold and he shouted coldly at his two subordinates: "A
One, one, two, kill everyone in the house, I want their blood to become the flowers to send Liu Jun off."
After saying that, he slowly pulled out the knife from his waist and pointed it at Liu Lang, who was five meters away.
From the moment Minamoto Yoshihiro pulled out the sword, the man who had always had a calm look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes seemed to have a kind of magic power, making people unable to help but slide away after looking at him, feeling bored and vomiting in their hearts.
Those are a pair of strange eyes of a hell devil.
The sharp samurai sword he is holding has a chrysanthemum-like cloud pattern on the blade. The sharp blade gives people the feeling that you don’t need to touch it, it will bleed just by looking at it! You can see how sharp the blade is.
The speed of the alternating movement of his feet did not seem to be very fast, but the distance of five meters was as close as a stone's throw away. Just when he saw the sword being drawn, the next moment he saw the light of the sword rising in front of Liu Lang.
The tip of the knife was straight, and the wrist vibrated and moved without making any sound of breaking the air! It stabbed directly in front of Liu Lang, and the whole knife suddenly exploded! What does it mean that the light of the knife is like electricity? This is it.
From Tyson's perspective, a bright sword light almost enveloped Liu Lang's chest and throat.
Liu Lang, however, did not move, as if he had been stunned.
The Japanese samurai, who had been showing off for a long time, only used one knife, which proved that he was fully capable of showing off.
But Tyson couldn't take a step forward. Two Japanese swordsmen were already rushing toward him with blood-red eyes.