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With the sound of tearing, Liang Lu's exquisite Tang suit was chopped into rags by Ding Xiu's samurai sword, and the white shirt underneath turned red.

Every time the knife went down, there was a red blood mark.

After a while, there were cuts all over the arms, thighs, lower abdomen, ribs, chest and back.

Liang Lu's handsome side-turned head was completely disheveled, wet with sweat and fell into strips, disheveled.

"Da da da."

The most terrifying thing is that, just as Ding Xiu said, Liang Lu was retreating towards the Taishi chair.

Every step back was a shame for him, and the physical pain was far less intense than the mental torture.

After all, Ding Xiu asked him to sit over in public, but he actually did.

It’s not okay not to go.

Just as the front foot is about to step out, the tip of the back foot comes over. In this case, you can either get out of the way or retreat. There is no second option.

But Ding Xiu also gave him the choice of retreating or moving forward, because the blade was neither fast nor slow, just right, and he could dodge even if he wanted to.

It's not like Liang Lu never thought about being tough, clenching his teeth and slashing at Ding Xiu casually, and he would never retreat.

But I couldn't bear it after carrying a few knives. The saw-like blade hitting my body was so painful.

"Master Liang, hold on!"

"Master Liang, come on!"

"Master Liang, we believe you."

"Behind you is not just Wing Chun, but our entire Hong Kong martial arts community."

Seeing Liang Lu retreating step by step, everyone started to cheer him up. Everyone clenched their fists, their eyes were red, and spittle flew everywhere.

At this point, if nothing else happens, this is the last battle.

The fight to this point is no longer a matter of whether Ding Xiu recognizes Ip Man, nor is it just a personal grudge between Wing Chun and Ding Xiu, but a matter of face for the entire Hong Kong martial arts community.

It's too humiliating to step out of the ring, only to be punched through, and then have to tell you where to sit in the end.

Therefore, even if Liang Lu wants to lose, he must lose in an upright manner and cannot sit on the imperial chair that Ding Xiu mentioned.

Hearing his fellow martial arts fellows fight, Liang Lu almost didn't curse out loud, and cursed angrily in his heart: "What the hell, what's the point of just talking with your mouth? If you have the ability, come over and help me resist the two swords."

There are more and more gaps in the upper part of Ding Xiu's katana, and the wounds on his body are getting bigger and bigger, with more and more wounds and more and more blood bleeding.

Now the palms of his hands holding the knife were all wet, and he could hardly hold it, and they were all covered in blood.

If there was a mirror, his face would definitely look extremely pale.

He has managed to hold on to this point. Even if he loses, he is still worthy of his fellow martial artists. These people are good enough to persuade him to hold on.

If you hold on any longer, you will die.

It's not them who have their feelings cut off.

"Master Liang, we are almost at the chair."

Ding Xiu reminded Liang Lu with a knife.

Liang Lu glanced out of the corner of his eye. At this moment, he was only two or three meters away from the chair, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

According to the frequency with which Ding Xiu swung his sword, he would be able to kill him and sit down in half a minute at most.

If you really want to lose, you still have to do it this way.

Without saying anything, Liang Lu gritted his teeth and held the two Eight-Zhan Dao tightly to prevent him from letting go. He took a deep breath and looked at Ding Xiu with bright eyes.

"I admit that you are stronger than me, but if you want me to sit over, it's impossible unless I die."

He can lose, but he can't lose sitting on a chair. How can Wing Chun still be successful if word spreads about it? The worst case scenario would be to take a few more stabs, pretend to faint from excessive blood loss, lie down on the spot, close his eyes and pretend not to know anything.

That's right, Liang Lu not only thought this way, but was also prepared to do so.

He didn't block Ding Xiu's next attack.

He just carried it hard and traded injuries for injuries. Anyway, Ding Xiu didn't dare to kill him.

If you win by chance, everyone is happy; if you lose, you pretend to be seriously injured and lie down on the ground instead of sitting on a chair.

"He is a man." Facing Liang Lu, Ding Xiusheng showed some admiration.

He had underestimated Hong Kong Island's martial arts scene before, but he didn't expect that there were still some real men there. This trip was not in vain.

"Master Liang, well done."

"We don't blame you if you lose."

"Master Liang has shown the strength of our martial arts community in Hong Kong. Even though we are defeated, it is still an honor."

"Master Liang, there is no need. Even if you lose today, you are still a hero in everyone's eyes."

When they heard that Liang Lu was going to die to prove his ambition, everyone was excited and even more spontaneously admired him. This is the character of a warrior, one who would rather surrender than surrender.

There are already two such people today. One is Xie Shankui. After losing, he quit the world and gave up martial arts. He stopped practicing boxing and took a detour when he saw Ding Xiu.

One is Liang Lu. Even if he dies, he will not sit on that chair.

This is the pride of their Hong Kong Island martial arts community.

Ding Xiu had no expression on his face and slowly raised his samurai sword: "Master Liang, although I also appreciate your courage, I, Ding, always mean what I say. I told you to sit over, so you have to sit over, so, Sorry."

"Come on, I, Liang Lu, would rather die lying down than live sitting down."

"when!"

The Eight-Zhan Sword and the Samurai Sword were slashing at each other. As Ding Xiu and Liang Lu tried their best, sparks flew between the swords, which was frightening to watch.

This time, Ding Xiu no longer held back, each knife was heavier than the last. In less than ten seconds, one of Liang Lu's swords was thrown away, and his hand was struck twice.

With only one knife left, he continued to fight, abandoning defense and rushing forward with all his heart.

Seeing this desperate fighting style, Ding Xiu was a little restrained. He was afraid of accidentally hacking someone to death, so he didn't dare to make a heavy move in a hurry and took a few steps back.

But it was only a few steps back.

Then he rushed forward again.

He wanted to see whether Liang Lu's bones were stronger or his sword was stronger. In front of so many people, he told him to sit over, so he had to sit over, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Pfft!"

"Uh-huh!"

"ah!"

The scene heard a long knife tearing open clothes and slashing on the body, as well as Liang Lu's screams.

One after another.

It makes people's scalp numb.

At this moment, Liang Lu had been stabbed so many times that he turned into a bloody man. Some people in the crowd watching the battle were so moved that they cried and persuaded him to forget it.

Feeling that the atmosphere was about the same, Liang Lu was very satisfied and was ready to lie down.

Before he could lie down, suddenly, the force coming from his hand became extremely heavy, and the only Eight-Zhan Sword was thrown away and stuck on the wooden floor a few meters away.

Ding Xiu held the knife with both hands and struck at Liang Lu's abdomen, slashing him horizontally.

Liang Lu's eyes suddenly widened, and there was only one thought in his mind.

"I'm so damn cold."

With Ding Xiu's strength, this knife could not disembowel him.

"boom!"

There was pain in his lower abdomen, and his internal organs felt uncomfortable. Liang Lu almost vomited.

Before he could react, Ding Xiu met him with a diagonal slash, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

The two swords directly cut off Liang Lu's fighting power. He could no longer stand on his legs and almost fell to his knees. Of course, it was impossible to kneel down, and he had to lie down to look good.

So Liang Lu was ready to fall back.

"boom!"

Ding Xiu's next action fulfilled his idea.

A kick to the chest sent the person flying out.

Liang Lu closed his eyes while he was in the air, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Although he received two more stabs, he finally lay down and could only say that everything was under control.

Hearing the shouts and concerns of the onlookers, Liang Lu felt relieved, as the injury was not considered unbearable.

"Clang!"

The next second, Liang Lu fell down and felt something was wrong. When he lowered his head, he saw the Taishi chair under his butt.

"grass!"

At this time, there were no other words that could describe his mood.

After being stabbed so many times and losing half of his life, he still ended up sitting on the Grand Master's chair just as Ding Xiu said.

It happened that he was too seriously injured and he didn't have the strength to get up yet, so he was very embarrassed and humiliated.

Not caring too much, Liang Lu closed his eyes and refused to open them. He pretended to have passed out and didn't know anything.

"The contest is suspended!"

"Master Liang, are you okay?"

"Quick, the medical staff will check the wound."

"With so much blood, Master Liang can't be dead."

"Don't talk nonsense, Master Liang will be fine."

A group of people, three inside and three outside, surrounded Liang Lu, scrambling to observe the situation.

He said he wouldn't die, but he didn't believe it.

In fact, Liang Lu was covered in blood and the impact was a bit strong. In addition, Ding Xiu's two ferocious swords at the end were scary.

With such a serious injury, if he survived, he would probably be half-disabled, and he might have to be fed by others.

No, it's better to have to be fed when eating. What I'm afraid of is that I don't even need to be fed. I just insert a tube into my throat and put a funnel on it.

"Damn it, Ding Xiu bullies people too much. He stops at what he promised, and then he goes ruthless."

"Master Liang was beaten until he was no longer human. How did this beast manage to deal such a heavy blow?"

"Ding Xiu violated the rules first, so we don't have to abide by the rules. Let's go together and kill him."

"Fuck him to death and charge!"

"I killed his ancestors, brothers, avenge the master."

"Stop talking, copycat!"

"Don't get excited, don't move, everyone listen to me."

"I'm the referee and you are the referee, so why don't you just listen to what I have to say."

I don’t know who started it. Most people wanted to beat Ding Xiu in a group. The scene suddenly became chaotic. Dozens of people rushed forward. Wu Bing could not suppress his voice, and some people even attacked him.

Not being used to it at all, Ding Xiu raised his samurai sword and started slashing. With just the first blow, one fell down.

Well, I lay down holding my neck.

The back of the knife hit the carotid artery, causing him to faint.

The second knife, the third knife, the fourth knife, several people fell down in an instant.

Not knowing the situation, everyone thought that those lying down would be hacked to death by Ding Xiu. They suddenly panicked and the one in front turned around and ran away.

No wonder they had this idea. Ding Xiu's samurai sword was already stained with a lot of blood, and the ground was covered with Liang Lu's blood. Who would think that Ding Xiu was just using the back of the sword?

Not to mention that there are still lessons to be learned, Liang Lu was hacked to death.

"Oh my god, help me, I'm killing someone!"

"Get out of my way, don't squeeze. I want to get out of here."

"Madman, Ding Xiu is crazy."

"Call the police, call the police quickly."

The people in front ran to the back, while the people behind did not know the situation and were still rushing forward. The hall on the second floor instantly became a mess.

Seeing that more and more people were blocking him, and the space left for him was getting smaller and smaller, Ding Xiu decisively gave up the samurai sword. If the circle was smaller after a few seconds, the sword would not be able to be used, and it would be useless in his hand. iron.

With his fists clenched, Ding Xiu struck first and rushed into the crowd like a wolf among sheep.

A flying knee knocked down a large area, ignoring the fact that there was a man foaming at the mouth under his knee. After getting up, Ding Xiu waved the Baji Fist.

Fists, elbows, knees, feet, every part of the body is a means of attack.

"careful!"

I don't know who reminded him, but Ding Xiu turned his head and brushed his ear with an eight-cut knife.

Without any disturbance in his heart, Ding Xiu wrapped his left hand around the person's arm, bent his right arm, and slammed his elbow into the opponent's chest, once, twice, and three times.

In the blink of an eye, the person who handed the knife passed out without even letting out a painful cry.

The battle continued, Ding Xiu used the three-point hand of the King of Hell, the tiger climbed up the mountain, the overlord entangled, and opened the door forcefully from left to right...all were the ultimate moves of Bajiquan.

Those who were attacked either had their ribs cracking, their jaws were dislocated and they passed out, or their teeth were broken.

Ding Xiu's feet were not idle either. He used his legs to attack at a slight distance, sweeping across the opponent's calves and thighs with one kick. The force was so strong that no one could stand up.

The worst thing was the knee impact. Every blow was like a sledgehammer hitting the body, which was excruciatingly painful.

In less than a minute, a large group of people lay down at Ding Xiu's feet. They either passed out or were holding their stomachs and holding their legs and moaning.

No one can get close within three meters.

When he glared at them, they all backed away in fear.

"Fuck you, you're awesome!"

Wang Jiawei took off his sunglasses and was so stunned that his jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

In order to prepare for the filming of a new movie, he interviewed many martial arts masters and learned more or less about martial arts. He only heard about scenes like Ding Xiu taking down a large group of people by himself during the Republic of China period described by those martial arts masters. Pass.

I heard that the martial arts world at that time was very strong, and strong enemies blocked the way. The purpose of practicing martial arts was to kill people. Naturally, a large number of masters emerged, fighting against each other ten of them.

But looking at modern times, we have never seen a martial arts master who can beat ten in real life.

Wang Jiawei almost thought those stories were just bragging, but he didn't expect to see them today. Ding Xiu's Bajiquan was so fierce that no one could stand up after being hit.

The worst thing was that he sneak-attacked the young man with a knife and received three elbows. He didn't know whether he was dead or not.

On the far side, watching the excitement was He Xiaoyu, with wide round eyes and a mouth that could fit a golf ball.

She loved watching martial arts movies when she was a child, and learned martial arts as a hobby.

She longed to be like the masters in the movies in the future, capable of fighting many enemies. After learning martial arts, she realized how unrealistic her dream was.

If you can hit three or five people with bare hands, that's a big deal.

She had only dreamed about people like Ding Xiu.

At this time, there were many people with similar expressions to the two of them, including Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing, Lu Huiguang and others.

Liang Lu, who pretended to be unconscious in the middle, narrowed his eyes and took a look. He was so frightened that he quickly closed them, secretly determined not to open his eyes until he died.

"Okay, don't fight anymore." Wu Bing's eyebrow-level stick knocked the Qinglong Yanyue Sword from a young man's hand, and he stood alone in the middle of the field and shouted loudly: "I am the referee, I have the final say on winning or losing." , the doctor hasn’t announced the condition of Master Liang’s injury yet, let’s listen to the situation first..."

"Forget what happened just now. If you want to deliberately stir up trouble next time, I won't let anyone go. Don't say it was unforeseen."

Wu Bing's eyebrow-level stick was placed in front of him, blocking Ding Xiu and everyone else. No one moved for a while.

He did this to stabilize the situation and to protect Ding Xiu.

There were so many people, including many experts. Even if Ding Xiu had only three heads and six arms, he couldn't get downstairs today.

Similarly, if Ding Xiu was forced to kill him, more than a dozen families would have to hold funerals tomorrow.

It was originally meant to resolve conflicts, but ended up costing a lot of lives. This was the last thing Wu Bing wanted to see.