The threat of the sword in Fujiwara Senzuo's hand was too great. If he hadn't improvised the move of blocking the sword with his sleeve, the gleaming katana might have cut off his arm along with the spur.
After finally creating this opportunity, how could he let it go?
This is a practical strategy, but who said there can only be one practical strategy.
Like a goshawk fighting a rabbit with a claw stretched out, Tang Dao's feet were not idle either. His body was slightly sideways away from the blade and he continued to rush forward. At the same time, he kicked Fujiwara Senyuo in the crotch with a spring leg.
As long as Fujiwara Senzuo stubbornly refuses to give up the sword, Tang Dao 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 the Chinese. And the Japanese
, only qualified to go to Thailand.
Compared to that catch, this kick is truly fatal. Even men have to hide.
Fujiwara Senzuo's eyes were filled with strong anger. This was the first time he had faced such a dilemma since he had mastered martial arts. He only managed to draw two swords before he was forced to abandon them.
Yes, if he didn't abandon the sword, he would have no choice but to hit Tang Dao's kick hard. Even if he avoided the vital point and used his inner thigh muscles to shoulder it, Tang Dao's kick would be like a poisonous snake spitting out a message and flying up.
You can imagine it.
However, Fujiwara Senzuo, whose eyes were full of anger, could not help but admire the ruthlessness of the opponent in front of him. He even used his arm as bait. The real purpose was to force him to abandon his sword.
It seems that Tang Dao's purpose has been achieved, but if there is any deviation, for example, Fujiwara Senzuo also anticipated Tang Dao's thoughts in advance, and the tricks did not become old and temporarily changed from cracking to cutting, then Tang Dao's hand will not be saved.
He didn't know that Tang Dao didn't just put his arm on the gambling table with a strong force, but also made precise calculations of the opponent's psychology.
A person holding such a precious sword will instinctively have great confidence in the blade. When the sword is struck, even an iron block will be split in half.
Having sophisticated weapons is a good thing, but it also creates a sense of dependence, even if you are as powerful as Sentoshi Fujiwara.
Because this is human nature, and as long as we are still human, we cannot escape this bondage.
The most typical example of dependence on weapons and equipment is the soldiers of the beautiful country. There are planes in the sky, tanks underground, and huge ships on the sea. Individual soldiers are armed to the teeth. So their combat effectiveness is obvious, but what if they don’t have these equipment? In the world of ice and snow
The ice field battlefield and the jungle in the southwest are the best examples. Once they lose strong fire support, their combat effectiveness will immediately decrease sharply.
Therefore, Tang Dao trusts his fist most when facing the enemy. This is the biggest difference between him and Fujiwara Senyu.
Fujiwara Sentou, abandon the sword!
At the same time as he let go of the handle of the knife, he staggered slightly and avoided Tang Dao's vicious kick towards Dandan.
However, Tang Dao's tactics were not fully realized.
While discarding the sword, Fujiwara Senzuo's wrist shook again, and the uncontrolled blade cut along the surface of the spur towards Tang Dao's arm. If Tang Dao's arm did not move away, blood would be inevitable.
Tang Dao could only be forced to sink his arm, and the military thorn held by two fingers could no longer be held.
When Fujiwara Senio's sword flew to the side, the Tang sword's sword also fell to the ground.
Both of them were left with bare hands, and no one took much advantage.
"Tang Jun's reaction is breathtaking! This is what you trained on the battlefield! Unfortunately, you may not know that my boxing is just as good as my sword." Fujiwara Senzuo lost his sword.
But he shook his head slightly and sighed.
Then there was a loud roar, "Attack with all your strength and kill them all!"
As he spoke, Fujiwara Senzuo, who gave the final attack order, paused slightly, as if there were rockets attached to the soles of his feet, and rushed towards Tang Dao at an unimaginable speed.
In Tang Dao's eyes, Fujiwara Senio's entire body seemed to have swelled. Tang Dao knew that this was the result of his blood flowing to the extreme. It was a state that many top Chinese boxing masters had never reached.
At least, in the battle with Uncle Han, Uncle Han in Tang Dao's perception did not reach such a state, which also means that the Japanese martial arts master who lost his sword in front of him may actually have more attainments in boxing than
Old Uncle Han is even stronger.
This person's level of danger is either one of the best among the masters Tang Dao has ever encountered, or he is well-deserved to be the first. He is even more dangerous than the two-meter-tall furry bear who was able to kick off an iron stake with one leg when Tang Dao was almost driven to a desperate situation.
Two terrible things.
What's worse is that with Fujiwara Senzuo's roar, not only the Japanese swordsman's sword light suddenly strengthened and killed Leng Feng, who could only parry and fight back, but also several more enemies appeared on the stairs.
shadow.
Although Tang Dao couldn't see it, his amazing ear power could still hear that there were at least four more enemies outside the box. Those who could come were naturally not mediocre.
Leng Feng's ability to block the Japanese swordsman was pretty good. Erya was engaged in internal affairs. In this level of fighting, his combat effectiveness was actually not much higher than that of the three women. Once the Japanese broke into the box,
The blood in Tang Dao's eyes became darker and heavier. 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.
However, everyone including Tang Dao underestimated Erya.
Erya's cold weapon combat effectiveness is not high, but he has a gun.
Even if it is a pig, if it can survive bloody battlefields again and again, it is definitely a pig with life-saving skills, not to mention Erya who is smarter than most people.
Erya knew from the moment he entered the battlefield that if he wanted to survive, he had to rely on the gun in his hand to kill the enemy and then he would survive.
Therefore, driven by the drive to survive, Erya's marksmanship has always been good. Especially after becoming Tang Dao's orderly, Erya often asked Tang Dao for shooting skills. Tang Dao trusted him the most as an orderly.
How can we hide our secrets?
Under the guidance of famous teachers, the battlefield is the best training ground, and the Japanese are the best targets.
The level of the shell gun equipped by Erya may not be comparable to that of some veteran squad leaders, but it can be considered accurate, especially at close range.
Therefore, Erya showed the invading Japanese samurai what it means to crush cold weapons with hot weapons. A soldier with a gun, an elite soldier, will definitely kill anyone with a knife in an instant, no matter how slippery his knife is.
The two Japanese samurai who jumped in from the window were the first to suffer misfortune.
The only shield in the slightly empty room was the overturned Eight Immortals table, but that didn't prove that there were no other obstacles. The Japanese who jumped in first stepped on several inverted round stools.
If the legs of the round stool are pointing down, it is naturally quite stable, but if the legs are pointing up and you unfortunately step on one of the legs
Although the Japanese have short legs, they are not dragonflies after all, right?
One side of the body was strong and he lost his balance. His original idea of rolling to avoid indoor attacks after landing came to nothing.
Then, they become targets.
The rifle with a full magazine of twenty bullets did not beat the two Japanese swordsmen into pieces because there was no need and Erya only needed 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.
Therefore, the two Japanese swordsmen died before their feet hit the ground and they almost fell to pieces. The knives in their hands were still cutting the air.
"Baga!" The other two swordsmen outside the window shouted in unison.
But these two guys were not stupid. They wisely did not jump in to die. They just raised their hands and threw several plum blossom darts in from the window. Erya had already shrunk and hid beside the Eight Immortals table that was still propped up.
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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 boards, trembling, showing the helplessness of the two Japanese samurai who were proficient in martial arts outside the window.
The intention of the hiding Chinese is very 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.
The Japanese wanted to throw grenades, but at the beginning of the mission, in order not to alert the Zhengzhou City garrison, Fujiwara Senxiong formulated a strategy to kill the opponent with cold weapons as much as possible.
Of course, it is also based on strong force value. Tang Dao and his party are only three men and three women. If more than a dozen masters headed by Fujiwara Senio are dispatched, they will still need to use guns and grenades. With a group of Japanese
Is it still necessary for a special agent team with samurai as its core to exist?
Therefore, grenades, firearms, etc. are all in two large bags downstairs, which will only be taken out and used in case of force majeure.
As for those three women, none of them are stupid. Tantai Mingyue is a war correspondent who has experienced several bloody battles. Teacher Xiao He has also received strict military training. Even the weakest Mrs. Yue has been marching alone for more than half a month.
They are no longer the same as the housewives of the past.
As soon as Fujiwara Senzuo gave the military order, they hid in a blind corner that was not visible from the window. It was not the final moment of life and death. Since the combat 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 extremely wise.
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The balance inside and outside the house suddenly returned.
"Baga!" The Suiyue Liu master who was attacking crazily outside the door also yelled angrily.
However, there are no eggs, and there is no use for the bird without the ball.
Anger did not double his combat power. On the contrary, he no longer dared to dodge and play as happily as before, and his attack range was also reduced a lot.
He must use a weapon of caution!
Previously, there were almost blind attacks in the house, and his knife was notched. Now, the gunman only used two shots to kill two masters, and his marksmanship was obvious.
What if the gunman in the house took the opportunity to shoot him? Even though his knife was very loose, if he encountered a bullet, he would only be angry on the spot.
"Haha! Idiot looking for death!" Tang Dao laughed loudly when he heard the gunshots and screams. Just now, he had dodged several punches from Fujiwara Senzuo because he was concerned. Now, it was his turn to fight back.
Facing Fujiwara Senyuo who hit him with another fierce punch, Tang Dao advanced instead of retreating.
His right hand violently grabbed the elbow that had just been hit by Fujiwara Sentou, and his left hand hit the elbow and hit Fujiwara Senturo's head!
Tang Dao's hand grab, shock, and elbow bump are actually the "nodding gesture" of the Baji Gun that he just learned from the exchange with Old Uncle Han!
The master of the Baji spear grabbed the gun with one hand, shook it, and nodded the tip of the gun! It was done in one go! That shot was all about being fast and ruthless! Before the opponent could react, the shot had already hit the body.
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Tang Dao, on the other hand, integrates marksmanship into boxing, using the arm as the spear and the elbow as the tip.
As soon as Tang Dao grabbed hold of him, he firmly clasped Fujiwara's arm. His arm jerked and twitched, pulling Fujiwara closer to him. Then he inserted his elbow and nodded, heading straight for Fujiwara's head.
And go.
In Fujiwara Sen'o's feeling, the fierce wind had already exploded before the elbow hit his head. If the elbow had hit him hard, his head might have been blown up.
This is Baji, the most courageous Chinese martial art. It is not fancy or fitness-oriented, it only distinguishes between life and death.
"boom!"
Fujiwara Senio raised his elbow to meet Xiang Tang Dao'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 Fujiwara Sentio's face. His attacking left fist turned into a claw, and he fiercely grabbed Tang Dao's chest with one claw. If he caught him with his claws, Tang Dao would have to lose less than half a kilogram.
Meat.
However, Tang Dao didn't care at all. He lowered his head suddenly and hit the throat of Fujiwara Senio, who was half a head taller than him, with his forehead.
Mala next door, have these stupid Japanese people drank iron juice? Tang Dao is also feeling stupid.
After the collision just now, Tang Dao felt that his arm was almost broken.
The severe pain causes Tang Dao's brain to rapidly secrete endorphins, which are substances that cut off pain signals, but at the same time, they also have an exciting effect.
This kind of chemical change in the brain makes someone as calm as Tang Dao lose his temper.
Even if this guy practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and could dig out his heart, he would still kill this bitch head-on.
In fact, it is not necessary to say that Tang Dao lost his temper. It was a warrior's instinct that told him that if he did not fight against this formidable enemy, he might not have much chance to fight again.
Baga! Here we go again! Fujiwara Senzuo’s eyes are blazing with ferocious flames.
Faced with Tang Dao's move, which could kill you or me at every turn, Fujiwara Senzuo was no longer forced to retreat. He actually lowered his head without hesitation and raised his forehead to his forehead.
The heads of two top fighting masters collided violently.
There are no dazzling tricks, but it looks a bit like a fight between kindergarten children.
A heart-wrenching muffled sound of "Winter!" resounded throughout the store, so much so that the knives in Leng Feng's and the Suigetsu-ryu master's hands involuntarily slowed down by two minutes.
Apart from the brain, the two of them, who had enough combat experience, couldn't figure out where else in the human body could make such a loud noise.
Naturally, they were also worried about their elders. While looking at their opponents warily, they looked at the battlefield over there with their peripheral vision.
The Chinese and Japanese opponents, who were locked in a life-and-death fight, both had their eyes twitching.
That scene was so terrifying.
What will be the outcome when the hardest bones in the human body, filled with the immense strength of two people, collide with each other?
Natural blood splatters.
Under the huge collision, the tough forehead skin of the two exploded at the same time, and their faces were covered with blood.
Trauma is not the most important thing.
As the most important organ of the human body, the head is responsible for commanding and coordinating various parts of the body. If there is an impact there, it can range from a concussion to a severe collapse to the ground.
Both of them had stars in their eyes at that moment, feeling like they were out of body.
After staying there for more than two or three seconds, with their faces covered in blood like street gangsters, the two people stumbled back dizzy.
The last bit of clarity in their hearts made them try their best to get out of the opponent's attack range and let themselves take a breather.
Damn you, if I had known this, I should have come wearing a helmet. If I don’t hit you to death, you idiot, I don’t have the surname Tang. Tang Dao, who was dizzy, regretted that his intestines would break at that moment.
For Fujiwara Senzuo, apart from suppressing the severe vomiting caused by the concussion, he was extremely happy.
Because the moment he hit Tang Dao's head with his head, he actually realized it!
This is not a martial arts contest, this is life and death.
The original shackles were broken free at the moment when he didn't care about life and death.
He is a master of martial arts, 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.
The so-called martial arts practice is to fight against heaven and earth, to hone oneself, in order to break away from the shackles of heaven and earth. On the battlefield, there is only life and death, and the winner will have a chance to face heaven and earth again.
The two may seem different, but in fact they serve the same purpose.
Although it won't be like what is described in martial arts novels, where one can break free from the shackles of the soul and immediately increase one's skill as if taking a powerful pill, it undoubtedly pointed the way for Fujiwara Senzuo and saved him at least ten years of hard work.
This bloody battle was definitely not in vain.
How can Senio Fujiwara not be happy?
Tang Dao, on the other hand, felt regretful and continued to retreat dizzy, using steps to slow down the extreme discomfort caused by the shock to his cerebellum, which made him unable to maintain balance.
It is also possible that due to severe dizziness and loss of direction, Tang Dao did not realize that the direction in which he was retreating was the direction of a Japanese swordsman who was hiding by the window and shooting darts into the box.
The Japanese swordsman who glanced at Tang Dao from the corner of his eye was immediately overjoyed. The knife he held in his hand drew a graceful arc and struck directly at Tang Dao's waist. If he slashed hard with his sword, even if Tang Dao's waist was large enough,
He was so strong and strong that he could probably get a huge gash with a powerful knife.
Even if we immediately find the best surgeon in the country to perform stitches, I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a funeral ceremony.
