Rise From Eight Hundred

Seeing Tang Dao striding out, the door of the box was blocked by Leng Feng who followed closely, while Erya, holding a shell gun, was guarding the window in the box.

Fujiwara Senzuo showed his white teeth and said solemnly: "Tang Jun, let me remind you that if the two masters of Suigetsu Ryu Yagyu Shizuun attack together regardless of their status, even I can only temporarily avoid their attack. How many times can you block their swords? They will not show any mercy to women. "

Before the fight even started, the little devil made another move, using the safety of Tantai Mingyue and the others to disturb Tang Dao's mind again. Of course, Tang Dao would not be moved by it, with a smile on his face: "I said , the so-called martial arts path is just a competition to see who can kill."

Before he finished speaking, his feet paused slightly, and his body twisted violently and crashed into a swordsman five meters behind him, using his broad and thick shoulders.

If the iron mountain support of Bajiquan is hit by Tang Dao, even a brick wall will be knocked out with a big hole, let alone the human body?

Previously at the 20th Army Corps, Tang Dao had some reservations, and he still knocked out the infantry squad leader who was strong enough with one blow. This time he attacked with all his strength, and the power was naturally different from the last time.

Tang Dao must admit that the Japanese samurai in front of him is very powerful. He is also one of the strongest enemies he has encountered in his past and present lives. Although he has been showing off in various ways since he appeared on the scene, in fact, he is using various language traps to... It sapped Tang Dao's fighting spirit, even including his initiative to move the battlefield, which seemed to help solve Tang Dao's future troubles. In fact, he was just using his two men to pose a huge threat to three women to tie down Tang Dao. attention.

Even if Tang Dao's heart is as hard as iron and he doesn't care about the lives of other companions and just wants to escape for his own life, he will fall into his trap. In this kind of battle between masters, as long as the spirit and will are slightly relaxed, the fighting spirit will immediately fall into a disadvantage. .

If it were anyone else, Fujiwara Senio would have lost half of his fighting spirit just by the atmosphere he created with his words, casting an invincible shadow over his soul.

A warrior who cannot move forward to win will only face failure, and facing such a powerful enemy, failure will only lead to death.

Just like playing a game, a character has the super defense of a human shield, the agile attack of an assassin, and the psychic attack of a mage. How can it not be scary?

Faced with such a terrifying enemy, Tang Dao took action.

Everyone was caught off guard and took action.

His target was not his archenemy Fujiwara Senio who was chattering away, but the Suigetsu-ryu master who was five meters away from him.

That iron mountain support was so fierce!

However, he seemed to have forgotten that the shoulder he bumped into was just a mortal body no matter how powerful it was, and the swordsman was holding a samurai sword that could cut gold and jade.

Since the Tang Dynasty, the casting skills of the Bailian Hengdao have been lost in the land of China. However, the Japanese samurai sword training skills secretly learned from the casting skills of the Tang Dynasty in China have been passed down. It may not be tough enough, but in terms of sharpness, it is definitely the best. Currently No. 1 in Asia.

The swordsman doesn't even need to make any movements, he just needs to keep his posture unchanged, and the Tang Dao will actively hit the shimmering blade, giving him a chill.

The Suiyueleu Swordsman, who was stunned at first and then had a ferocious flash in his eyes, apparently thought so too. He held the knife in both hands and pointed the blade directly at the Tang Dao that hit him at high speed.

Fujiwara Senio obviously didn't think so. His expression changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Yue Zong, get out of the way."

"Flash?" A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Japanese Suigetsu-ryu master known as the Moon Sect. This was an excellent opportunity to stab him to the core with a knife! Even if this is far less satisfying than a clean break.

So soon, the black spot that appeared in Suigetsu-ryu master Tong Renli made him understand why Fujiwara Senyu asked him to dodge. Tang Dao's shoulder was still one meter away from his straight blade, but as he raised his arm With a sudden swipe back, a murderous weapon appeared in Tongren, the horrified Suigetsu-ryu master.

Baga, the Chinese are very cunning.

This should be the last thought that came to the mind of this master of Suigetsu Ryu.

The next moment, Teacher Xiao He spent several days remaking the three-sided military thorn from gun barrel steel, piercing between his eyebrows effortlessly like breaking through tofu, and passed through his skull.

The top swordsman of Shuiyue Liu hadn't swung his sword yet, and he stood there like a piece of wood.

The light of horror in his eyes disappeared!

die!

The three huge blood grooves of the three-edged thorn that penetrated the swordsman's head for more than ten centimeters flowed out not only red blood, but also mixed with yellow and white substances. Surgeons who are proficient in the brain should know that this is the brain, commonly known as brain juice.

Before another Shuiyueliu master roared and rushed forward with a sword, Tang Dao twisted his waist slightly again, like a super giant butterfly landing beside the dead swordsman with his eyes wide open in anger.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled out the three-edged military thorn from his head, bringing out a fountain of blood. At the same time, his eyes showed a blood color, and he smiled brightly: "Mr. Zhan Xiong, this way, I won't be so worried." !”

Leng Feng may not be able to handle two of them by himself, but he can handle the remaining one for at least two minutes, no matter he wins or loses.

And two minutes were enough for Tang Dao and Fujiwara Senio to decide whether they were alive or dead.

If Tang Dao wins, the fate of the remaining Shuiyue Liu master will naturally go without saying; if he loses, then everyone will definitely die together, and they will become real mandarin ducks with the same fate.

However, Tang Dao has a self-confidence that is difficult for ordinary people to understand. He has never thought about losing. This is not because God has given him the halo of the protagonist in this era, but because he has been on the edge of life and death countless times for more than ten years. his.

In those years, Tang Dao encountered too many opponents. An old man who was nearly two meters tall could break a tree stump as thick as an adult's thigh with one kick; a South American killer who was proficient in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and could strangle a puma with a naked choke; The king of Muay Thai who has practiced for 20 years, has a pair of iron knees that once kicked a bull to death; a special soldier who is proficient in Krav Maga, the military art of the Jewish Kingdom, beats his younger brother, pokes his eyes, and stabs his throat in all kinds of despicable ways. Practical tricks that are hard to guard against

But in the end, it was Tang Dao who survived to the end.

And now Tang Dao is more terrifying than before. His younger and stronger body and his unique tactical command that he has gradually developed over the past few months have made his personal strength even higher.

Therefore, from the moment he walked out of the box door, before Fujiwara Senzuo started talking, Tang Dao had already set his sights on the unlucky guy named Tsukizono.

If Yuezong is still alive, he will definitely want to ask why Mao is targeting me. Is there a big word "weak" written on my face?

That's not the cliff. Suigetsu and Yagyu Shizumo's generation have trained a total of three gatekeeper masters. The three of them gave up their real names and were named after the most famous sword in Japanese history, the Mikazuki Sect. , Yuezong, near.

It can only be said that the Japanese also save trouble and use local materials without using up brain cells. Fortunately, most of the names of Japanese swords are long. The names of "Douji Kiriyanzuna" and "Dadian Taiguangshi" are weird and lengthy. They should be replaced by the Chinese names of "ganjiang", "moxie", "longquan" and "fish intestine". How to fix it.

The higher the ranking, the weaker the strength. Tsukisou is ranked second, which means that he is the second master among the Suigetsu-ryu gatekeepers. The one named 'Kami' hasn't come yet. Here, Tsukisect is the only one except Fujiwara. The strongest master besides the warrior.

Unexpectedly, Tang Dao was killed in one unexpected attack.

The dead man may not know the answer, but Tang Dao can answer it for him, mainly because he speaks too few words.

Fujiwara Senzuo's small mouth keeps shaking people's minds. It may look heartbreaking, but it is actually an extremely clever tactic. But the master standing on his right kept saying "Baga" frequently, and his words were pale, not to mention that he couldn't use the ball at all. This fully showed that he had an impetuous mentality. He might be able to become a first-class master by practicing hard, but he would never The possibility of becoming a top master.

But the silent one is different. There is an old saying in China: A dog that doesn’t bark will bite!

In order to help Leng Feng reduce his burden as much as possible, he became the target that Tang Dao must hunt.

"Haha, Mr. Tang has indeed lived up to the expectations of my Fujiwara warrior." Fujiwara warrior laughed loudly with a flash of blue on his face, his face gradually turned cold and he shouted coldly to his subordinates: "Three days, Kill everyone in the room in the shortest possible time, and I want their blood to be used as flowers to send Tang Jun off, and he will definitely die in tears."

After saying that, he slowly pulled out the knife from his waist and pointed it at Tang Dao five meters away.

From the moment Fujiwara Senzuo pulled out the sword, the man who had always had a calm look in his eyes disappeared. There seemed to be a kind of magic in his eyes, making people unable to help but slide away after looking at him, feeling bored and vomiting in their hearts.

It was like a pair of eyes from hell!

The sharp samurai sword he is holding has a chrysanthemum-like cloud pattern on the blade. The sharp blade gives people a feeling: you don't need to touch it, it will bleed just by looking at it! You can see how sharp the knife is.

The speed of the alternating movement of the feet did not seem to be very fast, but the distance of five meters was like a foot. Just when I saw the sword being drawn, the next moment I saw the light of the sword rising in front of Tang Dao.

The tip of the knife was straight, and the wrist vibrated and moved without causing any sound of breaking wind! It stabbed directly in front of Tang Dao, and the whole knife suddenly exploded!

What does it mean to be as bright as lightning? What does it mean to be as graceful as a startling dragon and graceful as a wandering dragon?

This is! Or maybe not!

There are almost no adjectives that can fully describe the power of this sword.

The Japanese samurai, who had been showing off for a long time, only used one sword to prove that he was fully capable of showing off.

At that moment, as a bystander, although Leng Feng was not the one being attacked, the power of the sword, which was several meters away from him, still stimulated the hair on his body, like a cat that had stepped on a switch.

From Leng Feng's perspective, a bright sword light almost enveloped Tang Dao's chest and throat.

If it were him, other than trying his best to hide back, he would have no power to resist this shocking and terrifying sword.

Tang Dao, on the other hand, did not dodge or block, and did not move, as if he had been stunned.

"Tuanzuo!" Leng Feng roared.

However, other than roaring, he could not take a step forward. The other Japanese Suigetsu-ryu master was already charging towards him with blood-red eyes...

To an outsider, the lightning-like sword light had shrouded the vital points on Tang Dao's chest.

But in Tang Dao's opinion, it's far from that simple.

The light of the sword is not terrible. No matter how strong the light of the sword is, you have to rely on the knife to kill people, not the light, which is just dazzling.

It's not scary even if it's as fast as a dragon. No matter how fast the knife is, it will stagnate after piercing the human body. In the end, it's just a knife.

Yes, everything is a means to hinder the purpose.

Only the Tang sword covered by the sword light knows that Fujiwara Sen's sword technique seems complicated but is actually simple, but in fact all the sword light is just a disguise. His sword is actually the same as most Japanese samurai who advocate the one-sword style, that is, a sword that cuts towards the chest.

In particular, the sword intent and killing intent contained in this sword are completely released in this explosion like a brocade. Combined with his almost weird eyes, it gives people the feeling that the whole body is suddenly cold and completely covered by the terrifying killing intent.

Fujiwara Sen's sword technique perfectly combines sound, color, light, qi, spirit, and power! Combined with his own killing intent, determination, and the mental and physical strength accumulated for many years, this sword can be called the strongest sword he has practiced for thirteen years!

If it were an ordinary person, under such a powerful force, I am afraid that the sword would have ruptured before it hit the heart, and he would be frightened to death!

Regardless of whether it is out of respect for Tang Dao or not, Fujiwara Sen's performance is as vivid as that of a lion fighting a rabbit.

Tang Dao's mind was naturally shaken. Even if it was him or Ming Xin, facing such a fierce, sharp, murderous and soul-stealing sword, they could only retreat as Leng Feng thought!

But if they retreated, they would lose all their chances! They would have to face Fujiwara Sen's continuous attacks. In front of such a master, they could dodge the first move, but there was no possibility of dodging ten moves. Even someone as confident as Tang Dao would not dare to do so.

So, Tang Dao would not retreat!

When the sword light was completely gone and the sword was only thirty centimeters away from his chest, he swung his arm.

With the black three-edged military dagger in his hand, which was already painted with a protective color, he stabbed forward!

No dodging, no blocking!

It was just a simple forward stab.

Facing the knife that was about to slash into his body, he swung the bayonet and thrust forward without hesitation.

The Tang sword itself was powerful, and this full-strength thrust caused the three-edged bayonet to rub against the air and produce a light sound of "Stop!"

It was like the whistle of a golden oriole flying on the top of a snowy mountain.

The meaning was obvious, your sword could kill me, but my bayonet would also kill you.

Yes, Tang Dao might not be as good as Uncle Han who had been practicing Tai Chi and Bajiquan for decades, but it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a master of Chinese martial arts.

But that was not the real Tang sword. The real Tang sword, even if he lived two lives, was a warrior, a warrior fighting in the rain of bullets.

Warriors never cared about the height of martial arts, but only life and death.

Either you die or I die, or we die together.

When the muzzles of the guns faced each other, it was not about who could dodge faster, but facing the muzzle of the other party, shooting, and shooting again, until the kinetic energy of the enemy's bullet took him away.

Who can understand the choice of life and death better than a warrior who has been on the battlefield for a long time?

Fujiwara Sen's martial arts is undoubtedly a martial arts genius. Thirteen years of martial arts training have brought him to the halfway point of martial arts, leaving most martial artists far behind. Given time, he may really be qualified to step into the peak of martial arts and become the best master in Japan. Even in the land of China, where there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it is unknown how many people can compete with him.

Unfortunately, he has not yet reached the point of understanding life and death.

So, when he swung his strongest sword and was about to kill the enemy, the enemy actually gave him such a move of dying with the enemy, and he had to admit that when his sword slashed into the opponent's chest, the terrifying weapon would definitely pierce his heart as well.

He didn't want to die, didn't want to die in this small town, and didn't want his name to be printed in the newspaper by the Chinese to bring shame to his family, even if that was the family he had abandoned like a worn-out shoe, but he was the blood of the Fujiwara family after all.

In a flash, Fujiwara Sen's wrist trembled slightly, and the lightning-like blade flashed towards the bayonet held tightly in Tang Dao's hand.

He didn't even dare to slash Tang Dao's arm. The force of Tang Dao's fierce stab even made Fujiwara Sen's illusion that even if he cut off the fierce enemy's arm with one knife, the stump would hold the sharp blade tightly and stab into his chest.

Tang Dao's stab with the enemy made the Japanese master who pretended to be unrestrained and unrestrained very confused.

Or rather, even his scalp was numb.

It was probably until this moment that Fujiwara Sen's understanding of the so-called martial arts that Tang Dao just said was just to see who was better at killing people.

No matter whether your blade flash is like lightning or something like a startled swan, I will stab you.

If you have the ability, don't hide from anyone who is particularly good!