After finally creating this opportunity, how could he let it go?
Not only did his hands grab Minamoto Yoshihiro's wrist, Liu Lang's feet were not idle either. While his body was slightly sideways away from the blade and he continued to rush forward, he kicked Minamoto Yoshihiro's crotch with a spring leg.
As long as Minamoto Yoshihiro stubbornly refuses to give up his sword, Liu Lang will let him know that for a man who has lost his balls, the only one in the world who can enter the supreme martial arts is Dongfang Bubai, and that is Chinese. And Japan.
People are only eligible to go to Thailand.
A trace of anger flashed in Minamoto Yoshihiro's eyes. This was the first time he faced such a predicament after becoming a master of martial arts. He only fired two swords before he was forced to abandon the sword.
It has to be said that Minamoto Yoshihiro was somewhat impressed by Liu Lang's ruthlessness. He even used his arm as bait in order to force him to abandon his sword. It seemed that Liu Lang's goal was achieved, but if there was any deviation,
For example, Minamoto Yoshihiro's moves did not get old and changed from chopping to cutting, but Liu Lang's hand couldn't be saved.
But Liu Lang won the bet. A man with such a precious sword would not miss the opportunity to severely injure his enemy.
Minamoto Yoshihiro just gave up his sword.
At the same time as he let go of the knife, he staggered slightly and avoided Liu Lang's vicious kick to the balls.
However, Liu Lang didn't completely succeed.
While discarding the knife, Minamoto Yoshihiro's wrist shook again, and the uncontrolled blade slashed along the surface of the spur towards Liu Lang's arm. If Liu Lang's arm did not move away...
Liu Lang could only be forced to sink his arms, and he could no longer hold the military thorn held by two fingers.
When Minamoto Yoshihiro's sword flew to the side, Liu Lang's military thorn also fell to the ground.
Both of them were left with bare hands, and neither one took much advantage.
"Liu Jun's reaction is breathtaking! Unfortunately, you may not know that my punch is sharper than my knife." Minamoto Yoshihiro, who had lost his knife, shook his head slightly and sighed.
Then there was a loud roar, "Attack with all your strength, kill them all." As he spoke, Yoshihiro Minamoto, who gave the final attack order, paused slightly, as if there were rockets on the soles of his feet, and rushed towards Liu at an unimaginable speed.
wave.
In Liu Lang's eyes, Minamoto Yoshihiro's entire body seemed to have swelled. Liu Lang knew that this was the result of the blood flowing to the extreme, which was a phenomenon that could only occur when the Chinese internal martial arts reached its pinnacle.
Minamoto Yoshihiro, who was attacking with all his strength, was indeed more terrifying than the one who held the sword just now.
What's worse is that with the roar of Minamoto Yoshihiro, not only the two Japanese swordsmen suddenly strengthened their swordsmanship and killed Tyson, but Tyson could only parry and fight back. Another appearance appeared in the broken window.
I saw the shadows of several enemies.
Although Liu Lang couldn't see it, his amazing ears could still hear that there were at least four more enemies outside the box. Those who could come were naturally not mediocre.
Sun Feng may have good marksmanship, but in unarmed combat, he is no match for the Japanese swordsmen who have been playing with knives all year round. The blood in Liu Lang's eyes became darker, and he had to deal with this terrible enemy in the shortest possible time.
Otherwise, he will lose the most precious thing he gained in this world.
Fortunately, there was Sun Wenfa in the house, that fair and clean young man who once single-handedly killed a Japanese squad in the forest.
When it comes to unarmed combat, Sun Feng is probably the worst among all the people here, except for the three women.
But, he has a gun.
Sun couldn't show the Japanese samurai what it means to have a hot weapon crush a cold weapon. A soldier with a gun, an elite soldier, can definitely kill anyone with a sword in an instant, no matter how slippery his sword is.
The two Japanese samurai who jumped in from the window were the first to suffer misfortune.
The sword blocked the three-edged sword that Sun could not throw, and the flames dancing on the muzzle of the shell gun that Sun could not pull out made the bright samurai swords in their hands look so ridiculous.
The rifle with a full magazine of twenty bullets did not beat the two Japanese swordsmen into pieces, because there was no need, and Sun couldn't just need two bullets.
However, at a distance of five or six meters, the kinetic energy of a 7.6mm caliber bullet from a shell gun is enough to penetrate the skull of a bull, let alone two people. No matter how good you are with the knife, you cannot make the head harder than a boar's head.
So the two Japanese swordsmen died just after their feet landed on the ground and before they even raised their swords.
Sun Fufa's gun was always very accurate.
"Baga!" The other two swordsmen outside the window shouted in unison.
However, he wisely did not jump in and die. He just raised his hand and several plum blossom darts were thrown in from the window. Sun Fang couldn't have dwarfed himself long ago and hid beside the Eight Immortals table which was still propped up.
The plum-blossom darts that I could shoot with great accuracy did not have the penetrating power of bullets, and could only be inserted into the thick wooden board, trembling, showing the helplessness of the two Japanese samurai who were proficient in martial arts outside the window.
The intention of the hiding Chinese gunman is obvious. I have no intention of going out, but you don't want to come in either. I will kill you if you come in.
As for those three women, none of them are stupid. Ji Yanxue is a soldier who has experienced several bloody battles. The little foreign girl has also received military training. Even the weakest Liu Xueyuan has been on the battlefield, even if she has not
I have fired a gun, but I have seen countless lives and deaths.
They had hid in a blind corner that could not be seen from the window as early as the battle started. It had not yet reached the final moment of life and death. Since the fighting power was not enough and could not be used as a help, then they should not become a fetter to the soldiers. The three women were all very wise.
The balance inside and outside the house suddenly returned.
"Baga" The two attacking Japanese swordsmen outside the door roared angrily, but they were embarrassed.
The anger did not double their fighting power. Instead, they no longer dared to dodge and play happily as before. Instead, they only dared to use positions that could be blocked by the black man's huge body to attack.
Obviously, the gunman in the house also posed a huge threat to them. Who knows if the gunman in the house would take a chance and shoot them? With their strength, if they encounter bullets, they can only die obediently.
"Haha" Liu Lang laughed loudly, facing the fierce punch of Minamoto Yoshihiro, but he did not retreat but advanced.
Sun, who finally drew his gun, couldn't let Liu Lang completely put his worries aside, so he let him see if Minamoto Yoshihiro's punch was as he said, more powerful than his sword.
His right hand violently grabbed the elbow that Minamoto Yoshihiro had just hit, and his left hand hit the elbow and hit Minamoto Yoshihiro's head!
Liu Lang grabbed, shook, and bumped his elbow, but it was the "nodding gesture" of the Baji Gun! He grabbed the gun, shook it, and nodded with the tip of the gun! It was done in one go!
Although he used his arm as a gun, Liu Lang used his hand to grab Minamoto Yoshihiro's arm. He jerked his arm and pulled Minamoto Yoshihiro closer to him.
Son, he nodded again and headed straight for Minamoto Yoshihiro's head.
Minamoto Yoshihiro felt that before the elbow hit his head, the fierce wind had already exploded. If the elbow had hit him hard, his head might have been blown up.
This is Bajiquan, the most powerful Chinese martial art. It is not fancy or fitness-oriented, it only distinguishes between life and death.
"boom!"
Minamoto Yoshihiro raised his elbow to meet Xiang Liu Lang's elbow at almost the same angle. The two met and made a tooth-ache-inducing muffled sound.
At the same time, a trace of red flashed across Minamoto Yoshihiro's face. The left fist he had just attacked turned into a claw, and he fiercely grabbed Liu Lang's chest with one claw. If he caught it with his claw, Liu Lang's desire to lose weight might be gone.
That's it. At least one pound of meat has to be removed.
Liu Lang didn't care at all, he lowered his head suddenly and hit his forehead hard on the throat of Minamoto Yoshihiro, who was half a head taller than him.
The one next door to Mala is really strong. When they collided with each other just now, Liu Lang felt that his arms were about to break.
Even if Minamoto Yoshihiro had just clawed his heart out, Liu Lang, who had lost his temper, would still kill this pretentious person head-on.
A fierce light flashed in Minamoto Yoshihiro's eyes.