As the sword light appeared, Fujiwara Jao's pupils shrank violently.
After all, he was still superficial and had far less understanding of the term "despicable, shameless and vulgar".
Tang Dao did not bring any extra military sects, but Baga's family brought the sword.
Moreover, it was a very sharp knife, a saber made of a destroyed Four-One 75 mountain cannon barrel.
However, at this moment, Fujiwara Zhanxiong didn't even bother to appreciate how fast the sword hidden by the Tang sword was. This sudden knife really cost his life.
No matter how steel and iron bones his body is trained, the only result of the incision of the large artery in the neck is death.
If it were someone else, I'm afraid no one could escape Tang Dao's long-planned move.
It must be a martial arts genius like Fujiwara who was honed in various martial arts arenas. Although his brain did not react, his body responded best with Tang Tuanzu's superb "techniques".
Although it was a bit reluctant to twist the neck, it avoided this sudden death-taking knife after all.
However, a large piece of meat on the shoulder was peeled off, and the body was also somewhat unbalanced.
The masters fought against such a mistake. Tang Dao, who was about to pass by, whipped his leg and kicked Fujiwara Jamoto, who had just escaped.
There was only a dull "bang".
Fujiwara Zhanyu rolled out five or six meters in a row like a rolling gourd. Then he struggled to stand up and gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Dao, but one leg was dragged to the ground and he could no longer stand up.
Obviously, the kick Tang Dao kicked his leg joint and actually broke his joint.
A huge red envelope on his head, at least two taels of flesh and blood were peeled off from his shoulders, and his legs were broken. The number one master of Japanese martial arts generation was in a mess at this time.
Tang Dao bit a blade that was only 20 cm long and 3 cm wide. The back of the knife was covered with jagged-shaped sword, quietly staring at this powerful opponent who had fought with him for a long time, with a strong sarcasm in his eyes.
Although the Japanese martial arts master in front of him joined the army, he still did not understand the meaning of the word "soldier".
No one wants to often wander on the edge of life and death and play a game that tempers oneself. Soldiers don’t want to become stronger, but protect, protect the people and land they want to protect.
Faced with all enemies who want to invade their own land, what the soldier has to do is kill him and do everything he wants to do.
Do you know why Tang Dao is called Tang Dao? Because in the future, the most close-fitting weapon of the Republic's sharp blade is a knife and a tiger-toothed saber.
Without the fame of those multi-functional sabers in the Western world, the biggest feature of the tiger-tooth saber is that it is hard and fast enough.
After Teacher Xiao He finally owned a steel furnace in his military factory, Tang Dao could finally see his familiar saber that was no longer familiar.
Considering where he will definitely go in the future, the tiger-toothed saber was designed and made into two main and secondary, one of which is a normal size, and the other is naturally the miniature version that the Tang Dao is biting in his mouth, which is more conducive to hiding, but the killing effect is equally impressive.
Tang Dao always carries military spears. Over time, it gives people the impression that Tang Dao likes to use spear techniques, and even Fujiwara Zhanxiong was deceived by him.
It was not until Tang Dao almost cut his carotid artery with one knife that he realized that Tang Dao's sword technique was even more terrifying, even if he didn't use his hands.
I opened it and vomited it, took the knife with my hand, and trembled my wrist and played with a beautiful knife flower. Then I inserted it behind my back. The scabbard made of cooked cowhide tightly tied behind my shoulders just fitted the knife.
Tang Dao, who had completely gained the upper hand, obviously regarded Fujiwara Jaetsu as a dead man, and showed off his operations in front of this person.
Fujiwara Jao almost squirted out an old blood.
No wonder he used his hand as a knife to slash Tang Dao's shoulder before, and felt that Tang Dao's skin was tougher than cowhide. It turned out that this time he did not hide his weapon in his arms, but instead hid it behind his shoulders.
What he hit with a hand knife at that time was a mature cowhide belt. The force that could really fall on Tang Dao was ten or three.
Otherwise, how could Tang Dao's arm be so simple that it would be dislocated? At that time, he almost suspected that his power had become weakened after leaving the island.
Really, Tang Dao is simply the magic star he hit. Since meeting this person, the number one in the young Japanese martial arts generation has always felt a sense of self-doubt from time to time.
Very special like love!
If he had said this to Tang Dao, he would have no idea that Tang Dao would be vicious and would have stepped forward to kill him.
It was Tang Tuanzu's true wish to destroy Fujiwara Waraki, but he never thought of betraying this guy!
Of course, that's not scary. What's scary is that Tang Dao is so sinister that he is trying to dislocate his arm without having to tie his knife to resist his hand knife. It was not until the last moment when both of them were about to exhaust themselves that they showed their last sharpness.
This kind of mind is actually the only first person in Fujiwara Jamoto's life.
Fortunately, he rolled his sleeves for himself at that time, proving that he did not bring any weapons. It turned out that he was lying to fool the fool again.
Fujiwara Jao, who figured out this section, was also good. He forced himself to resist the blood and showed his weakness before his life's great enemy.
But Tang Dao is not a good person. Maybe he knows that Fujiwara Jamoto loves bet the most and should satisfy him at this moment.
He grinned and grinned his white teeth: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, I lied to you again. I didn't bring a military spear, but I accidentally brought a knife, but I said that was not my intention. I don't know if you believe it or not.
There is a saying in China: When you go out, your wife will tell you to drink less and eat more vegetables. If you encounter a robber, you will be a bitch.
"I believe you, a big-headed ghost!" Fujiwara Zhanyu widened his eyes and expressed his true thoughts.
In fact, he tried his best to suppress the blood in the chest that was about to be ejaculated.
It is definitely not a good way to vomit blood by being angry with the enemy. The young martial arts number one person in the main island of Japan cannot afford to lose face, and even if he is aggravated, he will not care about his injuries.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Well, Mr. Fujiwara, please rest assured, this is definitely my last weapon. However, if you don't tell the position honestly, I might have to strip you, a bullshit little Japanese empire, and hug you, Major General Yamashita's fruit corpse, one after another, and the photo is captioned by three words--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's very light, but it's full of picture.
Baga! What do you want to do? Fujiwara Jago instantly felt a strong sense of dizziness.
Frightened!
Really, based on his understanding of Tang Dao, the possibility of such a thing being as high as 80%.
As for whether Tang Dao was afraid of being retaliated by the Imperial Army, seeing that he killed so many imperial officers and soldiers was like chopping melons and vegetables, he knew that he was afraid of a chicken!
"Come on, give up on your defeat, let me tie you up tightly. To be honest, Mr. Fujiwara, you are a great master. If you don't need this thing, I'm really worried." Tang Dao said as he pulled from his belt.
A piece of stuff that is thin but definitely a steel wire was pulled out of the belt.
The steel wire may not have a hemp rope as thick as a thumb, but its thin physical properties are destined. Once you are bound by your hands, you will end up with violent breaking of muscles.
"Wow!" Fujiwara Zhanyu squirted a mouthful of blood while cursing in his heart: "Baga, is it just your damn thing that's the last weapon?"
God knows that Tang Dao is carrying some strange things. This may be the biggest gap between him and Tang Dao. Not only does Tang Dao beep, but his trump cards are endless. No one knows what he will do to make people. It's like he has a steel arm guard and can't wait to show off. In addition, the picture described by Tang Dao just felt so vicious, which made Fujiwara-Wan Yuuka feel cold when he thought about it.
Fujiwara Zhanxiong's fighting spirit disappeared. What kind of martial arts practice, go as far as you can! When I think of someone putting himself in the arms of another corpse with the same naked fruit, the man was still there, Fujiwara Zhanxiong would rather go shit.
Escape and leave Tang Dao, a demon who has no moral integrity, the better.
Although one leg broke, but with both hands and one leg kicked the ground, Fujiwara Jaetsu, a master, ran much faster than an ordinary person, and rushed into the mountains like a ground mouse.
However, in front of Tang Dao, who had not suffered much damage, his speed was obviously ridiculous.
"I want to run away? I'm not obedient now. Come back first." Tang Dao stepped forward a few big steps and kicked Fujiwara Zhanxiong who was crawling wildly on the ground, and hit a tree hard.
Fujiwara Jao, who was so sad that he fell, had just waved his hand.
"I hit this punch for Lao Zheng." A huge fist as big as a bowl hit him firmly.
The muffled sound of "dong" sounds makes people feel sore.
What followed was a splatter of blood!
Fujiwara Zhanyu's eyes and eyebrows were all split, and his appearance was extremely miserable.
But this was obviously not enough in Tang Dao's opinion. It wasn't that this guy was too thick-skinned. His punch could have been like Lu Zhishen angrily hitting Guanxi. The red, white, and purple colors made up all kinds of colors. It was always full of red.
"I hit this punch for the friendly forces of the 17th Division." Tang Dao stepped forward again, and then punched him hard.
This punch hit Fujiwara Jao's steel arm guard who subconsciously protected the door with his arms.
However, for Tang Dao, who has already shown his temper, no matter what kind of steel or not, I just want to punch you, a big shot.
The sound of the fist and steel intersected was very strange. Tang Dao's fist suddenly appeared bloody, and the skin and flesh burst out at the knuckles.
The effects of force are mutual. Tang Dao, as the initiative, is so miserable. For those who are passively beaten, the consequences are obviously very bad just thinking about it.
Under this heavy blow, Fujiwara Jao, who had suffered heavy damage, could no longer withstand the huge force that had hit him.
While blocking Tang Dao's fist, the steel arm guard hit Fujiwara Zhanxiong's own face hard.
"Ah!" Even with Fujiwara Jao's tenacity, he couldn't help but exclaim in pain.
The blood splattered three feet high.
Fujiwara Jao's originally tall nose had almost become a plane, and was smashed by the steel arm guards carrying the power of a heavy punch from the Tang Dao.
In this world without medical beauty, I guess even if Fujiwara Jao can survive in the future, he will only be a flat face.
If you meet Tang Dao again, Tang Dao said, "Brother, where is your nose? Have you returned to your hometown to see the cherry blossoms?" It is probably going to make this guy angry.
"I kicked this kick for the brothers of the Eighty Army."
"Boom" another dull sound. Tang Dao kicked it out, straightening to Fujiwara Zhanxiong's lower abdomen, the strong man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall was kicked five or six meters away.
It can be seen how powerful the Tang Dao's hatred strike is.
However, Fujiwara Jamo is worthy of being a master, a real master of being beaten.
After experiencing the heavy blow of a strong bull with one punch and one kick in succession, he could still be like a cooked shrimp, hunching his waist and spitting blood while waving his hands: "Stop, stop, Tang Jun, Tang Jun, listen to me."
"I'll listen to your ancestor of the Fujiwara family." Tang Dao would give him any chance. He roared and continued to move forward.
If you don’t die from a snake, you will have consequences. This is not only the plot in the TV series, but also the masters like Fujiwara Jaetsu cannot give him any chance.
"This is the map you want. If you come again, I will eat it." But Fujiwara Jaetsu suddenly took out a piece of paper with a topographic map from his military pocket and said anxiously.
Even if the blood kept spraying out, the words could not be said coherently. Fujiwara Jao could only say it quickly like a machine gun, because if you don't say it, you probably won't have the chance to say it.
Tang Dao's two punches and kicks were getting more and more heavy, and his body was so tempered that it could no longer bear it. Not to mention being beaten by Tang Dao again, even after waiting for a minute or two, Fujiwara Zhanyu felt that he was about to finish his life.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "I have eaten, and I have the ability to pick it out of your esophagus." Tang Dao's eyes were cold, and his feet were wrong, and he continued to move forward.
"Mr. Tang, then you can only get a ball of pulp at most. No matter how bad I lose, I can withstand it for 20 seconds." Fujiwara Zhanxiong said bitterly with a gray face.
This Japanese martial arts genius may not have expected that there would be such a day. In order to survive, he could even speak up the humility of his opponent for 20 seconds so smoothly. More importantly, he had no sense of shame.
Sure enough, it is right to let Tang Dao come up alone. How could it be said that it is so embarrassing that there is no need to be watched by Chinese people at all times?
Tang Dao suddenly withdrew his footsteps, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Give me the map, I will give you a decent way of death, I swear as a Chinese soldier!"
"Haha, Mr. Tang, do you think I will still believe your so-called oath!" Fujiwara Jaetsu leaned against a big tree and barely stood up with a tragic look on his face.
"But you have no other choice now." Tang Dao shook his head. "I never easily promised the reputation of a Chinese soldier. I used to be, and now I am."
"Haha, Mr. Tang, you, who are too concerned about friendship, are not suitable to become a soldier. Didn't you, the ancient Chinese, say that! One general succeeded and ten thousand bones were undone!" Seeing that Tang Dao was being held back by himself, Fujiwara Zhanxiong couldn't help but speak out and mock him.
"Although you have joined the army and are a soldier, you have never understood the meaning of the word "soldier". This is also the reason why you fail repeatedly. Do you understand?" Tang Dao looked down at his military uniform and sighed.
"Especially when you are fleeing, you divide your troops into two groups and use your subordinates as bait for you to escape. Those who abandon your comrades-in-arms fighting side by side are destined to be abandoned by fate."
Fujiwara Zhanyu's face suddenly froze, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then a cold light flashed under the swollen eyelids of his face, which was terrible: "Nonsense, it is their honor to die for the superior."
He clenched his hand suddenly, and rolled the white paper in his hand into a ball, threw it into a bush at the foot of the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Mr. Tang, I have kept my promise to you, but please continue to increase the special training of your warriors, otherwise you will fall into the hands of my special agent team again, and you will be stubborn again."
Tang Dao's eyes flashed, "Then you don't need to worry about a dying person. Before that, I'd better send you to meet with your Japanese devils who dedicated themselves to you!"
"It's not a good job, Mr. Tang, you sent me. Even if I die, I, Wanhua Zhanxiong, will not die in your hands." As Tang Dao's eyes turned to the place where the paper ball fell, Wanhua Zhanxiong suddenly laughed loudly.
Tang Dao's eyes retracted were astonished, and he saw Fujiwara Zhanxiong exerting force with one leg, jumping back and turning over for a few consecutive times, then jumping off the cliff that was only three or four meters away from him.
Tang Dao rushed over quickly and saw that the cliff nearly 90 degrees vertical was more than 200 meters. Not to mention a person, even if it was a monkey, it would be destined to be dead if it fell.
There is also a lush and dense forest under the cliff, and I can't see the body of Fujiwara Jae-o for a while.
The life-and-death enemy jumped off the cliff and committed suicide, which was an extremely relaxing thing for Tang Dao.
Although the two had only more than two minutes of life-and-death battle, and using some irrelevant skin trauma to severely damage the opponent, Tang Dao could have won with a crushing momentum, but in fact, Tang Dao knew in his heart that this battle was definitely one of the most thrilling battles he had experienced since he came to this time and space, and it was even more difficult than when he was in Zhengcheng.
If Tang Dao had not learned the lesson from Zheng Cheng's assassination and had made sufficient preparations before setting off this mission, not only had the military attack prepared, but also had a special saber hidden, but also had some gadgets installed, the result of this battle was really hard to say.
Fujiwara Jao, who is increasingly tough in his mind, is definitely the number one master he encounters in a single-soldier battle. Even Akihin may be slightly inferior. If he is not careful, he will die together with the enemy.
It’s not that Tang Dao is afraid of death, but that he cannot die now. There are thousands of people in the Four Lines now, and hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops are eyeing them outside the mountains. He still has to accompany them to fight.
But, did that terrible opponent die like this?
Or, is the super master carefully cultivated by Japanese martial arts inheritance willing to end his life like this?
Tang Dao looked at the foot of the mountain silently for a long time, put his hand into his mouth and made a whistle that rang through the sky, notifying the four people at the foot of the mountain to come up and get along with him, and he turned around and walked into the bushes where Fujiwara Zhanxiong was throwing paper balls.
Tang Dao turned around and a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It looks like that, it seems that he has completely relaxed after witnessing Fujiwara Jaetsu jumping off the cliff and committing suicide.
If Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who had already embarked on the road to no return to the underworld, saw this expression of Tang Tuanzu, he might have the urge to jump back from the underworld. Why? This makes people die even if they die?
Chapter completed!