It’s because of this sprite that died with the enemy!

Fujiwara Jamo's evaluation of Tang Dao is once again raised.

Many people claim to be able to despise life and death, but when the choice of life and death is in front of you, how many people can hesitate without hesitating?

But Tang Dao made his own choice in a flash, and his mind was so strong that he was stronger than many people.

For Tang Dao, although a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes when Fujiwara Zhanxiong closed his sword to defend, the so-called martial arts strongman was just like this. Refusing to face the terror of death would make him unable to reach the peak of martial arts he hoped for in his life, but as Fujiwara Zhanxiong cut eight consecutive swords on the military spear...

Yes, in just half a second, Fujiwara Jaetsu actually slashed eight swords. Because the speed was too fast, even the sounds of the sharp blades and the spears made of gun barrel steel gathered together. If you didn't listen carefully, you would just feel like you made a sound.

Only a stream of Mars, like fireworks, and the continuous power of the attack made Tang Dao, who could almost not hold the military stab in his hand, knew that this guy's sword technique was really amazing.

If it weren't here, but on the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat, this guy could have been the king of cold weapons on the battlefield. The three masters of the Four Lines Group, including Tang Dao, are not as good as him in terms of sword speed.

He put away the contemptuous Tang Dao in his eyes and also took back the triangular military spike that had been cut out several gaps. His muscles were tense, and his eyes showed unprecedented caution.

Wanyu Fujiwara, who had not finished his entire effort, seemed not discouraged. Instead, he had joy flashed in his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Tang Jun is indeed a real warrior. He actually used death to fight for death to break the sword that Zhan Xiong had been practicing hard for thirteen years. This really made Zhan Xiong look forward to the battlefield! It turned out that the battlefield with artillery fire was so important to spiritual cultivation, and this trip was really worth it.

However, Tang Jun, don’t you worry about the trusted subordinates and three women behind you? Judging from his skills, he should be the one you trust the most! I believe that if you use his head and three jade-like heads to pay tribute to my deceased brother, my younger brother who has been thrown into the divine light of Amaterasu, might be very happy!”

The harsh sound of the blade lowering from Tang Dao and the muffled groan of Leng Feng also indicate that the battle behind him has begun, and he has worked very hard.

If it were on the battlefield, Leng Feng, who had a 1.7-meter-long spear gun, might not be afraid of this Japanese swordsman who held a 90-cm long samurai sword. He even had a great chance to kill him, but now he only had a bayonet with a knife handle of only 40 cm in his hand.

It is entirely based on one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths.

If Leng Feng had not used a move that was almost similar to Tang Dao, each move would not care about himself, and only took the key points of the master Shuiyueliu. There was also a potential threat from the Erya muzzle at the window, which made the Japanese swordsmen only move in a limited space, and the Japanese swordsmen had already won the final victory.

Of course, Fujiwara Jaetsu, who saw this moment, would not miss this rare opportunity and once again use words to attack Tang Dao's fighting will.

But Tang Dao turned a deaf ear and didn't even have the intention of looking back at the prime minister.

It seemed as if it was not his fiancée on the verge of life and death.

Of course, Wanyu Fujiwara didn't know that the person he was facing was one of the most powerful individual soldiers in China in ninety years. His mind was already like a hundred refined steel. When he faced the enemy's guns pointed at the hostage's head, he dared to attack suddenly, let alone the moment Leng Feng was still struggling to resist.

If you want to protect your lover, the premise is that you have to survive first, otherwise your lover's fate will be even more miserable. How could Tang Dao be affected by this pediatric psychological warfare of Fujiwara Jaetsu?

Faced with the great enemy's unremitting efforts to suppress his mind, Tang Dao said nothing, but just stretched out a middle finger at Fujiwara Jao.

Since you like using your mouth so much, I will reply to you with one word: Grass Mud Horse!

Tang Dao has always been direct.

Facing the middle finger of Tang Dao stretched out, Fujiwara Jaetsu had a headache.

It wasn't that he understood this international gesture, but the enemy in front of him. Although he hadn't seen how outstanding his martial arts were, he was like casting steel and casting iron in his heart. He was an absolutely ruthless character who was not tempted at all and was just playing with his life.

Although he was very confident in crushing the opponent with his martial arts, Fujiwara Jamo was also very depressed by this kind of fighting style of playing life without any disagreement. He wanted to wait until his subordinates killed the capable guy with a look of attacking the room to shake the mind of the strong opponent. However, the Chinese was unexpectedly strong. In a short period of time, he could not attack the "Three Days" under his command, who was already the strongest master, could not even attack.

You don’t need to think about your opponent’s gestures. You can tell that it’s not a good thing when you look at that look. And five minutes have passed. The longer the time is delayed, the easier it is to be discovered by the Chinese outside. This is a big city with nearly 10,000 Chinese soldiers. Once you surround me, let alone him, a quasi-martial master, even a real master, you can’t escape.

A cold light flashed in Fujiwara Zhanyu's eyes, and he rubbed his body and pounced on him again.

This time, there is no more cumbersomeness, only simplicity, just like a horse, only light and no knife.

Slash with one knife!

cut!

Before the knife could reach the point, the murderous intent had already caused a layer of goose bump on Tang Dao's arm.

When the enemy and us fight, the attacking side naturally gained the lead. Fujiwara Jamo, who had already poured all his mind on the blade, believed that it was impossible for the powerful enemy to do the trick of the ending together.

No matter how he fought for his life, Fujiwara Jaetsu was determined to kill this sword, and a person who was one or two halves would have no chance to kill anyone else.

If you want to avoid this killing move, Tang Dao can only block or retreat.

And that was exactly what Fujiwara Jaetsu wanted. He believed that no matter how powerful the Tang Dao was, he could only lose his chance in his subsequent continuous attacks.

This is also the confidence of Fujiwara Jamoto. At this point, he and Tang Dao are both the same type of people.

However, one is accumulated on the battlefield for more than ten years, while the other is mainly on the fighting field.

And just as Fujiwara Jaetsu envisioned, Tang Dao did not fight for his life again this time, but raised his arm and blocked it upwards.

Using your body to block the enemy's sharp long sword, is Tang Dao crazy?

"Captain Tang, don't..." Teacher Xiao He's voice came from afar.

Yes, although Leng Feng was fighting desperately with Japanese swordsmen at the door, the three women holding their respective weapons did not only pay attention to their own safety. In fact, most of their vision was still at Tang Dao. At this time, when Tang Dao took his arm to block someone's sword, he was naturally shocked.

Of course, as Tang Dao's fiancée, Dan Tai Mingyue didn't say anything. It was not that Teacher He was more concerned about Tang Dao than Tan Tai Mingyue, but that Dan Tai Mingyue's confidence in Tang Dao is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

That was not the moment when Tang Dao stood in front of Sihang Warehouse and killed a group of aggressive Japanese infantry with an invincible posture, Dan Tai Mingyue regarded him as a hero of the Chinese, and even had a stronger confidence than the monkey who came along the colorful auspicious clouds that Fairy Zixia expected.

In her opinion, Tang Dao, who can see life and death as soon as he takes action, is stronger than the Japanese who only knows how to speak, at least not much weaker.

Mrs. Yue also stared at Tang Dao, but her more mature mentality made her bit her lips tightly and try not to cause trouble to Tang Dao.

This does not mean that Leng Feng is so unpopular. As a guardian and a person, he is desperately trying his best to see a beautiful woman. Instead, he goes to see Tang Dao over there.

Instead, everyone knows that the Tang Dao side is the main battlefield, and only if Tang Dao wins, all the people here are qualified to survive.

The too-pretending Fujiwara Zhanxiong planted the concept of a super master in the minds of everyone here. In this sense, he had obviously succeeded before. If it weren't for Tang Dao, even if he was as firm as Leng Feng, he would have been shaken and would have wanted Erya to lead the three women to break through. Even he knew that there would be more than three Japanese people coming.

If Fujiwara Jamoto knew that he had been pretending for a long time, he would have collectively left the impression of a small mouth in the eyes of the unmarried couple, the knife that he was determined to win was likely to be slashed by a mouthful of old blood.

Tang Dao's unchanging rude skills in exchange for death are considered a bird! That is, are guys who only know how to use physical strength to do things are reckless men?

True martial arts is the dual practice of the body and the mind.

A hint of cruelty appeared in Fujiwara Zhanxiong's strange eyes. Of course, he knew Tang Dao's plan. Unfortunately, if he thought that the steel spike that shook his palm on his arm could block his blade, he would be wrong.

The knife in his hand was a famous sword that the Fujiwara clan handed to him before his departure, which was rarely used for hundreds of years. It was called Authentic.

A simple and unpretentious name is far less famous than Muramasa's demon sword, but only those who know the history of Japanese swords know how terrible this sword is.

According to legend, in order to test, someone once saw which of these two knives is stronger, so he inserted the knife into a stream and drifted the leaves to the position of the blade. The leaves were easily cut in half the moment they touched the blade, proving that Murama was indeed a good knife; and the same is true for authenticity. When the leaves floated over, something strange happened. The leaves that floated to authenticity were not cut in half, but seemed to have deliberately deviated. So he tested a few more leaves, all of which were completely far away, and it seemed like they were afraid to get close.

So people say that Authentic is a more powerful sword than Muramasa, because its domineering aura is so powerful that even Ye Zi dare not approach it.

That is a legend, but only the actual users of "authentic" know that the "authentic" edge with a knife of only 80 cm long can break through a thousand layers of paper, cutting iron rods without deformation. Whether it is sharp or tough blade body, it is the pinnacle of cold weapons.

Before coming to China, Fujiwara Jao even tried the fine steel as thick as a thumb, and ten pieces were cut in a row without damage to the blade.

He believed that this time would be no exception. With the support of his 70% of his strength, the sting blade of Tang Dao with a unique shape but strong killing power would be cut off with his arm.

The facts were the same as what Fujiwara Jaezuo thought. Tang Dao's arm was broken under the light of the sword.

Seeing all this, Mrs. Yue's tears instantly filled her eyes. Her emotions for Tang Dao and Leng Feng were actually quite complicated.

It was precisely because Tang Dao and others resisted their lives in Sixing Warehouse that her husband died, but she knew that they could not blame them, and that they could only blame the Japanese invaders.

Especially as the four-way group accidentally found their relationship for the past month, the original resentment had already disappeared, and replaced by the endless separation like a relative. She even had a strange feeling that it was the guidance of the husband of the Spirit of Heaven. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental that she and Tang Dao and others would have socialized again hundreds of kilometers away?

Now, seeing Tang Dao, who treats him like his own sister, suffer such a severe blow, how can her heart not hurt?

Teacher He had to be more decisive. Judging from this situation, he opened his almond eyes wide, and roared with his hands and held the muffle gun at the window, and swept several bullets over the Japanese swordsman who was fighting with Leng Feng at the edge of the window.

Fighting the little Japanese to kill and avenge Tang Tuanzhao is probably her only thought at the moment. The reason why she doesn't shoot Fujiwara Jae-ho is that Tang Dao is too close to him. Teacher Xiao He's logic still retains a bit of rationality, and that's the only unlucky child who fights Leng Feng. He seems to be in the sight where Teacher Xiao He can shoot.

During this period, Teacher Xiao He and his students received shooting training. From Hanyang to the 38th hood to the Southern Fourteenth Pistol, Teacher Xiao He also has some talent in shooting, and his shooting level is online during training.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But this German-made mauled gun is different from those types of guns. When shooting continuously, the muzzle is easy to jump up because of the short recoil body. If it is not an old player, the shooting accuracy will be known without any questions.

The four bullets shot out, three shots were shot away, and one shot was hit by the Japanese swordsman's knife.

The Japanese swordsman's knife was made with a small gap, so scared that he took a few steps. Leng Feng, who had walked on the verge of being shot, was also scared and sweated.

However, this angry shot just allowed Leng Feng to breathe for a long time in the storm attack of the Japanese swordsmen, and he was not frightened in vain.

Compared with the two people who were excited, Dan Tai Mingyue was still unmoved. Even the hand holding Browning's pistol handle had blue veins burst out.

Even at this moment, she still maintained her trust in Tang Dao.

She didn't believe that Tang Dao would lose so easily.

However, I couldn't help but feel nervous. If the handle of the Browning pistol was not strong enough, I guess she would be crushed by her now.

Among all the people present, only Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who cut off Tang Dao's arm, knew the most.

His knife cut, but it was definitely not the arm that broke.

With one knife, he did not cut the steel thorns and flesh that he had imagined. Instead, he did not stagnate, almost like a knife to cut the sky.

Because his sword cut off only his sleeves.

If it was just a split in the air, it would be fine.

Fujiwara Zhanxiong did not look at the knife in his eyes, but when he passed through the knife, he knew very clearly that the moment he slashed his sword, Tang Dao's arm suddenly disappeared from his sleeve, and the power of the sleeve wrapped around the knife.

In fact, trying to overcome hardness with softness?

Among Chinese Tai Chi, there is a way to overcome hardness with softness. Sleeve made of cloth is the best weapon to restrain the blade. However, if Fujiwara Jasoo's sword is so simple and restrained, he will not be the number one person in the younger generation of Japan. Not to mention sleeves, his wrists are full of strength, and the sharp blade can be twisted into pieces with a steel cable.

And the fact is indeed like this. Without stopping, Fujiwara Jao's wrist shook violently, and he slashed the knife without any force and stirred it, making a piece of knife flower. The entire sleeve was twisted into pieces, flying all over the sky, like a flying butterfly.

Tang Dao's sleeves were shattered! It had almost no bond on his knife.

However, his hard work caused his sword light to pause for a short time, although it was only a short 0.5 seconds.

What Tang Dao needs is just 0.5 seconds.
To be continued...