martial law

Yang Lin took a deep breath and smiled coldly.

Chapter 079

Yang Lin insisted that Sato write a life-and-death statement.

There is no other reason.

In fact, it is because this guy is not simple.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

He didn't know what kind of ability Akutagawa Ryuichi had, but the swordsman of Beichen's swordsmanship in front of him was definitely a rare genius.

Its capture of fighter planes and interpretation of battles all have unique spirituality.

Especially the murderous aura, it was amazing.

It is definitely an undead Xiaoqiang who grew up from killing.

From this aspect, it is far from being comparable to some Chinese boxers who seldom fight to the death on weekdays.

Most importantly, this person is still young and still has a lot of room to grow...

In the future, it is not impossible to become a great swordsman that everyone has trouble with.

predictable future.

This one is likely to join the army that invaded China, behead the general and capture the flag, and plot to assassinate him.

I don't know how many Chinese sons and daughters will be killed under his sword.

The positions of the two sides are different, each other's hero, my enemy.

Therefore, the stronger Sato, the more damned.

As for Watanabe, it is not worth mentioning.

As long as you get used to his karate attacking style.

This person is less of a threat than Bloody Bu Chen.

It can be crushed to death at will.

Can be ignored.

"Please!"

"Please……"

The two stood opposite each other.

One person gestures with a knife.

One extended his hand to invite guests.

There was silence all around, no one made any sound.

Even the little princess Marilyn who sneaked in the door stooping quietly, was just hiding behind the door at this time, her breathing became extremely light.

She covered her lips and watched this scene without blinking her eyes.

Jujuro Sato held the knife in his hand, and his breath seemed to be cut off...

The face is solemn, without sadness or joy.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his upper body kept leaning over and rushing, even the posture of holding the knife did not change at all, but his feet were rushing in small steps.

The faster and faster he rushed, it looked like a straight line, but it was actually an arc, and at the same time as his feet kicked the ground like thunder, clang...

There was a sharp tremor.

Ringing in everyone's heart.

The crescent moon is like a hook in front of her eyes, hurting her eyes.

Draw your sword and chop, Beichen Crescent.

The blade was approaching the extreme point, not only did it not make a piercing scream, but it was silent.

When the eyes see and the ears hear, in fact, the knife light has passed the opponent's head.

The speed and ruthlessness of this knife is better than ten or a hundred.

Everyone watched helplessly, their hearts beating straight into their throats.

Blades to the right, people to the left.

Sato slashed out without looking back, his figure was like a weightless bird, almost soaring into the air, without touching the ground, he rushed five feet away.

There was joy between his brows, and he was waiting to look back at the flying head of the other party.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, his body froze, and he stayed where he was.

Looking down at his right hand, he found that the cold moon knife that had been with him for eight years was gone.

What you can hold in your hands is nothing but air.

The next moment, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "What a fast knife."

The head fell off the neck with a bang.

Like a waterfall of blood spurting.

His body stood still on the spot, and it took a while before he fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

"it is good……"

Shocking colorful sounds sounded all around.

Although the hundreds of disciples of the Fist of Fury could not see clearly, they could only see the shadows intertwined and the swords shining like snow.

However, they saw clearly that Yang Lin stood where he was, unscathed.

But that fierce and strong Japanese swordsman lost his head.

Does it matter who wins or loses?

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel his blood fill his chest, and he raised his head to the sky and roared.

At this moment, no one thought about the consequences.

No one paid any attention to whether Yang Lin was the new coach of Fist of Fury or not.

They only know that if Fist of Fury wins, that's fine.

Sweeping away the previous uselessness, I feel elated.

"Misty phantom, swallow the weather in one gulp." Huo Tingen stood on the spot and let out a good cry, but he couldn't cry out as soon as he reached his mouth.

In the hands of an outsider, he saw the Mizong Fist that he had seen since he was a child.

For a while, I felt like I had knocked over the five-flavored bottle, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

'I learned it so quickly, and the power is not much worse than that used by my father, and even a little more relaxed and freehand.

I have been unable to comprehend and use it for so many years...'

Thinking of this, Huo Tingen could only remain silent. Is the Mizong Fist he fought called Mizong Fist?

If you miss that breath, you will be far behind.

"Shadowless Hand, Plum Blossom Knife..." Chen Zizheng's hands trembled slightly, his lips murmured, and he suddenly sighed, "Young people are terrifying."

At the scene, apart from Huo Tingen, who was familiar with his own boxing techniques, he recognized Yang Lin's technique at a glance, and broke Sato Shiichiro's sword-drawn slash, only Chen Zizheng watched the most carefully.

He also saw clearly.

When the two staggered and Sato slashed Yang Lin's neck, Yang Lin started to move.

His chest bulged slightly abnormally, and there were traces of blood in his eyes.

One right hand, but there are many phantoms, and the five fingers are like plucking strings.

From the knife head to the knife body, and then to the knife handle, flicking and twisting all the way, directly breaking the oscillating cutting force on the blade, with a slight flick of the little finger, he picked up the Lengyue knife and held it in his hand.

Then, the figure rotated.

The light of the knife in his hand emitted a bright light of the knife.

Like plum blossoms.

The five petals of the flower are breathtaking.

The knife is drawn out and the knife is withdrawn, just like the softest spring breeze passing over the field, blowing a wave of clear water without wrinkling.

Even, Sato didn't feel that the knife was lost in his hand, or that his neck had been stabbed.

At the end of the run, his head fell and he fell to the ground.

This is a long time to say, but it is actually within one-tenth of the blink of an eye.

When the two of them clashed, Yang Lin's performance was simply thrilling.

Receive the knife, grab the knife, take out the knife, and close the knife.

He does it in an instant.

Combining strength and speed...

It is also extremely beautiful, which makes people overwhelmed.

"If it was me, what should I do in the face of this knife?"

Just as Chen Zi was thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head, feeling his neck getting cold, and didn't want to think about it any more.

"You, what demon did you use to kill Sato, it's impossible..."

Watanabe rubbed his eyes and roared in disbelief.

He was full of courage, seeing Sato die, he was not afraid, at the same time as he punched, he twisted sideways, turned his punch into a leg, and kicked Yang Lin in the chest sideways.

With strong legs, he shoveled over like a bulldozer.

Yang Lin stood where he was, saw that his legs were close to his chest, and suddenly took a step back.

He raised his leg over the top, and with a bang, he slammed down heavily like a giant axe.

Watanabe hit the air with one leg, and was three points away from Yang Lin's chest clothes. Before he had time to retract his leg, he was hit by that swift and incomparable kick, and was chopped at the knee.

click...

His leg was bent into a V shape, and it was broken upside down, with white bones exposed at the break.

As soon as he let out a miserable howl, he saw the figure in front of him step forward and turn around, and kicked back, kicking heavily on his chest.

There was a sound of fracture.

Watanabe screamed miserably, holding back his mouth, and flew upside down two feet away, and fell to the ground with a bang, his chest was obviously sunken.

"You like to use heavy legs so much, then break your legs, look at your empty hands and no first hand, who can grab the first hand?"

A higher level of art, scary to death.

Previously, Watanabe beat the ninth and sixth disciples of Jingwumen, just like beating children.

But now, under Yang Lin's legs, Watanabe is as weak as a sheep, and there is no room for resistance at all.

While watching everyone relieve their anger, they were also a little embarrassed.

Just such a bastard, he beat all the disciples of the Jingwumen, and even the young master was defeated, the defeat was extremely embarrassing.

If we say that when they saw Yang Lin beheading Sato, everyone couldn't restrain their blood and shouted excitedly.

Now, it was half-yelled, and quickly stopped.

Instead, he quietly looked at the direct disciples of the Fist of Fury, especially at Huo Tingen.

The scene was awkward for a while.

……

Boom!

After two gunshots.

A sharp whistle sounded suddenly.