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"Ittab Miyamoto, it's been almost twenty years since we last met!"

A burly figure walked out of the darkness, it was Feng Wudao.

He, Lu Wenrou, Qin Yu, and Yuan Shifei have been here for a few minutes. However, Miyamoto Itto was doing something, so it would be too despicable to rush in like this.

They simply waited in the dark for a while, but unexpectedly Miyamoto Yitao also discovered them.

"Oh, you participated in that tournament twenty years ago?"

After Miyamoto looked Feng Wudao over, he sneered: "It's just a group of defeated generals. Why do you think you are good again after twenty years?"

"Huh, the masters of our Chinese martial arts world happened to be in retreat at that time!"

Feng Wudao snorted coldly, looking a little unnatural.

Twenty years ago, China and the island country held a martial arts competition, and Feng Wudao also participated. However, the Chinese side was basically wiped out, but it was declared a draw to save face.

In fact, the Chinese martial arts world lost miserably.

From that time on, Miyamoto's sword left a deep impression on Feng Budao.

"You Chinese like to deceive yourself and others. If I'm not wrong, you didn't come alone, right? Otherwise, even if I had ten of your courage, you wouldn't dare to come to me alone!"

Miyamoto's tone was quite arrogant.

"Everyone, come out!"

Feng Wudao tilted his head in a bachelor's manner.

In the face of absolute strength, there is no point in arguing. I hope this Miyamoto's sword didn't break through the holding pill, otherwise all of them together would not be his opponent.

"Hey, Bodyguard Qin, I really underestimate you, you can actually find help!"

At this time, Liu Nanyan, who was neatly dressed, also walked out of the room.

"It's okay. I rely on friendship to find helpers. Unlike you, I rely on your location to find helpers. This shows that Miyamoto's sword is not very good, and the Black Samurai also likes it!"

Qin Yu curled his lips.

The noise in the room just now was so loud that even a deaf person could hear it.

"you"

Qin Yu's words of "black warrior" made Liu Nanyan speechless for a moment. After his face changed, he said coldly: "You are so stubborn when you are about to die!"

"Before the fight, it's really not certain who will win. If we win, you won't be as simple as being thrown from the second floor. You know Blue Harbor, I will throw you in and become a tool for those black people to vent. Anyway, you like this tune too!"

Qin Yu said with a shrug.

"Qin, you are so arrogant! You have no idea how powerful Mr. Miyamoto is!"

Liu Nanyan cursed without any image. She believed too much in the strength of Miyamoto's sword. It was definitely not something that Qin Yu and this rabble could handle.

"okay!"

Miyamoto raised his hand to stop Liu Nanyan and Qin Yu from bickering, and looked at the people in front of him coldly: "Let's meet the real chapter!"

"Stab it."

After Miyamoto finished speaking, he drew out the two samurai swords on his waist.

The whole body is snow-white, and the cold light flashes. At first glance, it is a real murder weapon.

"I'll meet him first, and if that doesn't work, we'll go together!"

Feng Wudao said after taking out a bunch of weapons that looked like iron chains from his arms.

The nine-section whip is a traditional weapon of China and is very suitable for carrying around.

"Okay, senior Feng, be careful!"

Lu Wenrou and Qin Yu both nodded.

"watch out!"

Feng Wudao's ability to become the deputy leader of the Southern Martial Arts League was certainly not in vain. With a flick of his wrist, the seemingly soft nine-section whip became straight, like a sharp sword.

With one move, "White Snake Spitting Letter", he stabbed Miyamoto directly in the throat.

"Swish"

Miyamoto's Itto is different from ordinary Japanese samurai in that he uses two swords. It is definitely more difficult to control than a knife.

However, the lethality exerted is also different.

I saw the katana in his left hand slashing diagonally and hitting Feng Wudao's nine-section whip. The katana in his right hand slashed horizontally and was about to cut Feng Wudao's lower abdomen.

With just one move, the judgment can be made.

Both are holding half-step pills, but Miyamoto's sword is not even a little bit better than Feng Budao's.

"Humph"

Feng Wudao snorted, lowered his wrist, and made a move of "Putting Red on the Left and Right". The nine-section whip quickly hit the katana that was cutting into his stomach.

叮叮

As soon as sparks appeared, Miyamoto's katana was shocked and lost its accuracy.

Feng Wudao also took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back, keeping distance from Miyamoto with a sword.

There was a slight cold sweat on his forehead. If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, he would have been disemboweled.

This is a life and death fight, not a competition in the ring. A little carelessness can cost your life.

"Senior Feng!"

Lu Wenrou and Qin Yu took a step forward, stood behind Feng Wudao, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"The gap is too big!"

Feng Wudao smiled bitterly and said.

In fact, it is not that the martial arts in China are not good, but it is caused by the national conditions. People above are not allowed to practice killing skills, so the current martial arts has gradually become more performance-oriented.

The island country advocates martial arts. For example, in China, there is a pharmacy in three steps, while in China, there is a martial arts school in three steps. This is how the gap widens little by little.

"Come on, don't waste time, come together!"

Miyamoto waved his sword with both hands, and two cold lights flashed in the air, and he said proudly.

"Then let's go together!"

Feng Wudao nodded and took the lead in rushing towards Miyamoto with a sword, using the "Sweeping Dragon" move to attack Miyamoto's lower body with a sword.

Lu Wenrou, like Qin Yu, had no habit of using weapons, but her long legs were the best weapons. She kicked Miyamoto in the ribs.

Qin Yu's hands turned into claws, and he split the muscles and bones with one move, and grabbed Miyamoto's arm with a knife.

Only Yuan Shifei slowly pulled out a soft sword from his waist and was the last one to join the battle.

"Haha, good time!"

Miyamoto's sword-length hair was fluttering in the night wind, and his two samurai swords were drawn left and right, forcing Qin Yu and the others to not get close at all.

"gentle."

Qin Yu knew that if the fight continued like this, his side would definitely lose. The gap in combat power could not be made up by numbers.

He made a gesture to Lu Wenwen, a gesture often used by special forces, preparing to attack and break through Miyamoto's defense.

"Okay, be careful!"

Lu Wenrou nodded understandingly.

"Swish"

Seeing Qin Yu approaching again, Miyamoto stabbed his chest with the samurai sword in his hand, filled with cold murderous intent.

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes and waited until the samurai sword was about to stab him, then he narrowly avoided it. At the same time, he rushed forward and was about to run into Miyamoto's arms and hit him closely.

Lu Wenrou immediately cooperated and went around behind Miyamoto Yida, preparing to attack Qin Yu from front to back.

"Jingle."

When Feng Wudao saw this, he naturally took action quickly. He wrapped Miyamoto's katana with a nine-section whip and shouted to Yuan Shifei: "Master Yuan, I'll give you the other arm!"

"it is good!"

Yuan Shifei flicked his wrist, and the soft sword slashed at Miyamoto's arm.