Faced with Liu Lang's move that would kill you or me at every turn, Minamoto Yoshihiro did not retreat, and actually lowered his head without hesitation, touching his forehead to his forehead.
The heads of two boxing masters collided violently.
There are no dazzling tricks, it's rather like a fight between kindergarten children.
A muffled "thunk" sound made the knives in the hands of Tyson and the two Japanese swordsmen involuntarily slow down a bit.
What would be the outcome if two of the hardest bones in the human body, filled with their immense strength, collided violently? Natural blood splattered.
Not to mention that both of them staggered away in a daze.
Under the huge collision, the tough forehead skin of the two exploded at the same time, and their faces were covered with blood.
Whether they were pretending to be cool, or they were the ones who rarely suffered losses in one-on-one battles, they didn't look like masters at this moment. With their faces covered in blood, they looked like two gangsters fighting in the street.
There is no bullshit martial arts contest, this is life and death. The moment Minamoto Yoshihiro hit Liu Lang's head hard, his heart seemed to have suddenly broken through some kind of shackles, and an unspeakable emotion filled his heart.
arise.
He is a martial arts master, but he has been restrained by a soldier's counterattack several times. It is not because of his martial arts skills, but because he lacks the iron-blooded spirit of his opponent who is either you or me.
It turns out that the battlefield is also a kind of training and practice.
Holding back the nauseating dizziness in his head, Minamoto Yoshihiro silently made a decision in his heart.
But Liu Lang didn't think as much as this one. The little devil's head was really hard. Liu Lang, who already felt a slight concussion, staggered back six or seven steps to resist the temporary loss of cerebellum.
Sense of balance.
It is also possible that due to severe dizziness and loss of direction, Liu Lang did not realize that the direction in which he retreated was exactly the direction of a Japanese swordsman.
The Japanese swordsman who glanced at Liu Lang out of the corner of his eye was overjoyed. The sword that was attacking Tyson turned sharply and slashed towards Liu Lang's waist. If he slashed hard with his sword, even if Liu Lang's waist was as big as that of an ordinary person,
Half, it can only end in a clean break.
"China Liu..." Tyson roared suddenly after witnessing all this. He completely ignored the knife that struck his chest and swung his wide and somewhat excessive dagger to slash at the Liu attacker.
The enemy of waves.
At that moment, Tyson had regarded Liu Lang as his comrade-in-arms, and his back should be protected by himself. Lieutenant Tyson performed his comrade-in-arms duties very well.
The remaining swordsman seems to have seen the dawn of victory. As long as he kills the terrible enemy who is tied with the young master with one sword, the remaining people will not have anything to worry about, even if there is someone in the room with a gun. He
How could he be asked to rescue that scary fat man just because he killed a big black man?
The sword light turned and blocked Tyson's saber.
But another blade of light struck Liu Lang, who was retreating, without any pause.
"Jiayi, retreat." Unlike Tyson, Minamoto Yoshihiro, who was still spinning his head, his expression changed drastically, and he roared loudly to remind his subordinates.
Why did the young master ask him to retreat? The old swordsman's face changed with a slash of the sword. This roar reminded him of Jia San, who was killed by Liu Lang's steel stab in one move. He was so confident.
After one stabbing, there was nothing more.
But in order to cut the scary fat man in two, the Japanese swordsman had used almost 90% of his strength. This sword could not be closed easily.
Then, he had no choice but to die.
Liu Lang did not dodge or dodge the knife that came from behind. Just like he was blocking Minamoto Yoshihiro's blade, he turned his body slightly to one side and held his arm to block the lightning-like light of the knife. However, this time he
It's the left arm.
This time, Jiayi was not excited about cutting a flesh and blood body in two with a knife. The corner of his eyes could not help but glance at the dark steel thorn lying quietly on the ground. He clearly remembered that Liu Lang's personal weapon had been mixed with the young master's.
They all gave up together.
Obviously, the fact that the steel thorn was still in place made him feel a little relieved.
But how can there be any room for distraction in this flash of lightning, especially in front of a master like Liu Lang?
Especially the special girl, who told you that Liu Lang couldn't carry two steel thorns?
Among the people present, probably the only one besides Liu Lang who knew that Liu Lang had a steel thorn was Minamoto Yoshihiro.
Because just now, Liu Lang felt that his arm was about to be broken, not by himself, but by a certain pretentious man.
Speaking of which, Liu Lang couldn't help but look a little bit masculine in his costume. He couldn't help but hit his arm hard with the special short-handled triangular spurs tied to his arm. Not to mention a fracture, at least it was a fracture.
He actually kept his face straight and used his head to argue with himself again.
That's right, if it weren't for the fact that his right arm bone was broken by Liu Lang's hidden steel thorn, Minamoto Yoshihiro wouldn't have been able to make a head-on collision with Liu Lang. That's because he was also forced into a desperate situation.
If he keeps pretending to be a bullshit martial artist and doesn't play with Liu Lang's life, I'm afraid he won't have this chance in the future.
The knife hit Liu Lang's arm as expected, but there was a sharp "clang" sound as metal connected. Liu Lang's arm rushed forward against the blade, in Jia Yi's horrified eyes.
He was about to move his wrist to lift the blade, but Liu Lang, who had already had most of his sleeve cut off, suddenly grabbed his hand.
A handshake between two men, especially two hostile men, never ends well.
Liu Lang opened his eyes angrily, and with a sudden squeeze with one hand, he broke several of the Japanese swordsman's finger bones with a snap. Then he pulled again and pulled the Japanese swordsman, whose face changed drastically, into his arms.
What greeted him was not only Liu Lang's broad arms, but also Liu Lang's slightly ferocious face, which was covered in blood. He seemed to think that he should relieve the pain with pain, and as if he was addicted to headbutting. Liu Lang hit him directly with a headbutt.
The face of the Japanese swordsman.
This time, the blood flew out seven or eight meters.
"Ah!!!" The swordsman's miserable howl could be heard hundreds of meters away.
"Damn it, I'm still alive." Liu Lang roared angrily and bumped into him again.
Although Liu Lang's forehead was bloody and bloody, the impact on the fragile face of the Japanese swordsman was even more tragic. The huge pressure almost squeezed out the swordsman's eyeballs and was not enough to kill a master who had practiced martial arts for twenty years. The hard
The skull shattered his nose and penetrated into his brain, which was the main cause of the swordsman's death.
Leaving aside the Japanese swordsman who had lost his knife and was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his face, Liu Lang shook his dizzy head. A rain of blood fell from his hair, and the strong smell of blood suddenly filled the whole place.
With two consecutive headbutts, Liu Lang demonstrated his ferocity to the extreme.
While fighting with Tyson, Koji felt that his legs were a little weak. He had seen people killing people, but he had never seen such a scary guy who even wanted to kill himself. He just could use his legs and knees without using his head.
They can all kill people.
Without even looking at Koji, whose sword skills were already a little messy, Liu Lang looked over at Minamoto no Yoshihiro, who was motionless as he watched him hit his subordinates to death twice in a row, and smiled with his white teeth showing: "You little devil,
Come on, do it again."
Minamoto Yoshihiro, who had been standing still for more than ten seconds, shook his head, "Liu Jun, you are stronger than I thought. I can't kill you today." He glanced regretfully at the man lying quietly on the ground five meters away from him.
The family heirloom sword, "My sword will be deposited with Liu Jun first. I will find Liu Jun to retrieve it when we meet in the future."
After saying that, he stepped back like lightning without stopping, even a few minutes faster than the inhuman speed of his attack.
"Also, Liu Jun, my name is Minamoto Yoshihiro, not little devil." The distant voice of Minamoto Yoshihiro who had already jumped downstairs continued to be heard.
Liu Lang looked at the direction where Yoshihiro Minamoto had just left with complicated eyes, but it was rare that he did not pursue the Japanese with all his might in the past.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
However, the fight that lasted just over a minute made Liu Lang spend all his attention and energy. If Yoshihiro Minamoto had the courage to rush forward again, he would find that the power of the terrifying guy just now was far inferior to
Previously.
Unfortunately, a warrior with a broken arm bone would not put himself in danger easily, so he retreated "wisely".
Seeing the young master mercilessly abandoning him to evacuate alone, especially when facing such a devilish enemy, the remaining Japanese swordsman's swordsmanship suddenly became chaotic.
Tyson roared, and then rolled to the door in a blinding movement.
After guarding the box door for a long time, this was the first time he gave up the battlefield he was holding on to.
Because he still has comrades in arms.
A sharpshooter with a gun.
Facing Sun's shell gun, which was unable to fire continuously, the Japanese swordsman only waved his sword weakly, and was beaten into pieces by the angry shell gun.