The two of them were just like this, one trying his best to maintain a cold expression and eyes that was uniquely pretentious, and the other smiling like a big blooming morning glory, even his eyes narrowed in laughter.
I don’t know how long it took, but with the sound of a gong, the two "motor oils" who had been communicating with each other finally moved.
"Chinese, what do you mean by extending your finger?"
This was Chiba Toichiro's first sentence. Once he asked this question, he would never ask again.
"Cao Nima." Liu Lang replied extremely seriously.
The words are extremely rude, but simple and straightforward.
"Chinese, if this was your plan to anger me, you succeeded." Chiba Toichiro's everlasting cold expression finally changed, and he spoke word by word in extremely stiff Chinese.
As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the knife in his arms, threw the scabbard on the ground, and held the knife between his eyebrows in both hands.
It was a typical Japanese samurai sword that looked like a pool of clear water. The bright light shone on it, reflecting the cold and cold blade, which made people's scalp numb just by looking at it.
Even people with little martial arts knowledge know that it must be an extremely sharp knife, and it must be a killing knife.
"It's not fair, Brother Liu doesn't have weapons yet." Zhou Dapeng, who was in the audience, suddenly shouted loudly.
The unrestricted fighting match is not limited to fists and kicks, but also weapons, but if you choose weapons, both parties must choose weapons that they are familiar with. Hongyun Boxing Gym will not let a one-sided situation happen, so for them who are in charge,
No benefit at all.
Zhou Dapeng didn't know that Liu Lang had already rejected the boxing gym's offer to provide him with weapons.
Liu Lang turned his head and slid out the triangular spurs from his sleeves. He bared his teeth at Zhou Dapeng, who was loudly complaining for him, and said, "Don't worry, I have this good guy."
But what Liu Lang saw was Zhou Dapeng whose expression changed drastically. "Brother Liu, be careful." Zhou Dapeng suddenly shouted loudly.
"Boss." Fan Ziran couldn't help but stood up suddenly.
The moment Liu Lang turned his head, the Japanese swordsman holding a knife in both hands suddenly moved, and this movement was like lightning, so fast that it was difficult to react.
Chiba Toichiro suddenly took a big step forward with great speed. The katana held high above his head struck down like lightning at Liu Lang, who was turning his head, with murderous intent.
Liu Lang himself was only four or five meters away from Chiba Toichiro. After taking this step, Chiba Toichiro's figure was already in front of Liu Lang, as if all his strength was poured into this sword.
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Yes, maybe people in the audience who were not familiar with Liu Lang looked down upon Liu Lang, but this was the only Japanese swordsman who had only met Liu Lang once. Because he witnessed with his own eyes a scene in which Liu Lang defeated Liu Lang with a handshake.
The fact that Russian warriors with great strength defeated them.
At that moment, Liu Lang's majestic combat power almost excited Chiba Toichiro who was a few meters away and couldn't help but draw his sword to confront him.
That was definitely a super master he had never encountered before. Chiba Toichiro had always been sufficiently wary of Liu Lang.
However, in such an arena, Chiba Toichiro, who dares to be so distracted and has extremely rich combat experience, would not be a fool if he did not seize this rare opportunity?
What does the so-called dignity of a warrior mean in the face of precious life? Chiba Toichiro, who has been able to get all the way to the top master of the Black Dragon Society, is naturally not an idiot. Under the huge threat posed by Liu Lang, Chiba Toichiro used a
Taking a long stride, he concentrated all his energy to the greatest extent. Even if the sword he struck was not the highest he could achieve in his life, it was also a sword with extremely powerful combat power.
As if he had transcended the limitations of space, in the eyes of everyone, it seemed that he had just started, and the blade reached above Liu Lang's head. At this time, Liu Lang's head was still turned towards the audience. The next moment, the blade would split Liu Lang's head.
Lang's young face.
Almost everyone couldn't bear to witness the tragedy that was about to happen. With such a sharp knife and such fast knife skills, the fat Chinese man's head would be split in half even if it was made of iron!
But obviously, Liu Lang's reaction was much faster than they imagined. He turned his head slightly to one side, made a slight mistake in his steps, and the lightning-fast blade almost grazed the tip of Liu Lang's nose and slashed downwards.
He managed to dodge that lightning-fast knife. But obviously, this was not enough.
The look of madness on Chiba Toichiro's face became more and more intense. After slashing the air with his sword, the moment he couldn't help but rush forward, without waiting for the trick to be used, he just turned his wrist slightly, and the blade struck diagonally.
Toward Liu Lang's waist and abdomen.
The sword's light was like snow, and it looked particularly majestic under the light.
Under this knife, Liu Lang's only outcome was to be cut in half. Almost everyone was convinced that the Japanese swordsman's gleaming samurai sword could split the human body, even though Liu Lang looked thicker in fat.
But they obviously forgot that Liu Lang also had someone in his hands.
Hearing a harsh "clang" sound as metal touched each other, Liu Lang blocked the blade with the strange black weapon in his hand.
"How do you think you idiot like you can kill me with two swords?" Liu Lang said with a sneer.
Although I don't quite understand the meaning of "force", but with the word "stupid" in front of it, even a real idiot may understand that there is nothing pleasant in Liu Lang's words.
"Baga, you're dead, dead." Chiba Toichiro cursed angrily and loudly.
After chopping and slashing to no avail, his men kept on turning their wrists and slashed the blade upward along the triangular spurs. Only a "stab" sound was heard, and the sharp friction sound of the blade across the triangular spurs made the whole audience
They all have the urge to cover their ears.
As long as Liu Lang still holds the strange weapon in his hand, the sharp blade will cut off Liu Lang's palm in one fell swoop amid the fierce friction between the two.
The three consecutive moves of slashing, cutting and cutting were as fast as lightning and were done in one go. It all shows that Chiba Toichiro is indeed the best master of the Black Dragon Society. An ordinary opponent will be killed if he dodges the first move.
Under a sharp attack.
Even if he is as strong as Liu Lang, the only thing he can do at this time is to throw away the weapon in his hand to save his hand. On such a battlefield, injury and blood loss are obviously the prelude to defeat. However, if he throws away his weapon
Weapons, and facing a swordsman with a sharp blade is undoubtedly seeking death.
But Liu Lang must choose one of the two.
So Liu Lang chose the former, abandoning the military thorn. He relaxed his hand and let go of the military thorn in his hand.
The punters sighed.
Although the Chinese fat man unexpectedly blocked two moves of the Japanese swordsman, he could not escape this move after all. In their view, a warrior who lost his weapon was almost doomed to failure.
What's more, the Japanese swordsman obviously won't give up on others. The moment Liu Lang abandoned the sword, he exerted force on his wrist again, and the blade suddenly shook. At the same time, he pulled out a few sword flowers and swung the sword away, changing the direction of the samurai sword.
The pointed tip was aimed at Liu Lang's heart and stabbed suddenly.
A smile appeared on Chiba Toichiro's face for the first time, a smile that was about to achieve final victory, even if in the eyes of others, that smile was extremely ferocious and cruel.
Yes, of course Toichiro Chiba has to laugh, he is about to kill the hateful Chinese in front of him. Although a Chinese is scary, he does not know how to control the rhythm of the battle. From the beginning, no matter his chopping or knife
Even though he was cutting, he didn't even think that he could do it with one strike. All his movements were actually for this one stab.
Not only was Liu Lang unable to block the stab without his weapon, but even if he had, Chiba Toichiro didn't think he would have such a quick reaction.
The tip of the knife was only thirty centimeters away from Liu Lang's heart. Thirty centimeters, for Toichiro Chiba who practiced the stabbing move three thousand times a day, it only lasted a few tenths of a second. This thrust had almost become instinctive.
, even if Chiba Toichiro is blindfolded, he can stab his blade into the enemy's heart steadily.
When he used this move, only a handful of people could escape it, and ninety-nine percent of them died under this stab.
However, Liu Lang was not as desperate as Chiba Toichiro imagined.
There was even a clear smile in his eyes. Like Toichiro Chiba, he smiled extremely cheerfully and had a hint of sinisterness.
Yes, what Toichiro Chiba read from it was not only joy but also sinisterness.
Extremely insidious.
It looks like the prey has finally stepped into the trap.