Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 825

Chapter 825 Dutliang, don't hide! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Seeing Tang Dao striding out, the door of the box was blocked by the cold front that 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, he paused his feet slightly, twisted his body and slammed into a swordsman five meters behind him, using his broad and thick shoulders.

The iron mountain support of Bajiquan, if 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 skills, and he still knocked out the infantry squad leader who was strong enough with one blow. This time, he used all his strength to attack, 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 Senzuo would have lost half of his fighting spirit just by the atmosphere he created with his words, and cast 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, how can a character not be scary when he has the super defense of a human shield, the agility attack of an assassin, and the psychic attack of a mage?

Facing such a terrifying enemy, Tang Dao took action.

　　When everyone was caught off guard, they took action.

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

That iron mountain support is 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.

At first he was stunned, and then a ferocious flash appeared in his eyes. The Shuiyue Liu swordsman obviously thought the same way. He held the knife in both hands and pointed the blade directly at the Tang Dao that hit him at high speed.

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

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

So soon, the black dot that appeared in the Suigetsu-ryu master's pupils made him understand why Fujiwara Senzuo asked him to dodge. Tang Dao's shoulder was still one meter away from his straight blade, but as he raised his arm fiercely The ground waved back, and a murderous weapon appeared in the eyes of the horrified Suigetsu-ryu master.

Baga, Chinese people are very cunning.

This should be the last thought that came to the mind of this water moon flow master.

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

Shui Yueliu's top swordsman, before he could swing his sword, stood there like a piece of wood.

The light of horror in his eyes dissipated!

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 things. Surgeons who are proficient in the brain should know that this is the brain, commonly known as brain juice.

Before another Shuiyue Liu 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 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.

Two minutes were enough to decide whether Tang Dao and Fujiwara Senio 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 evil ways. The practical tricks are hard to guard against.

But the one who survives to the end is still Tang Dao.

Tang Dao is now 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.

So, from the moment he left the box door, before Fujiwara Senzuo's small mouth could be heard, Tang Dao had set his sights on the unlucky guy named Tsukimune.

If Yuezong was still alive, he would 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 are also able to 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.

Sentio Fujiwara's small mouth keeps shaking people's minds. It may seem heartbreaking, but it's 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 speaking, he slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed at the Tang Dao five meters away.

From the moment Fujiwara Senzuo pulled out the sword, the man whose eyes had always been peaceful disappeared. There seemed to be a kind of magic in his eyes that made people slide away after looking at him, feeling bored and vomiting in their hearts.

Those are a pair of eyes that seem to come 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, your eyes will bleed just by looking at it! You can see how sharp the knife is.

The speed of alternating movement of the feet did not seem to be very fast, but the distance of five meters was as close as a stone's throw away. Just when he saw the sword being drawn, the next moment he saw the light of the sword rising in front of Tang Dao's body.

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 that the sword is as bright as electricity? 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, although Leng Feng, who was a bystander, was not the one being attacked, the power of the knife, which was several meters away from him, still stimulated the hair all over his body, like a cat that 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.

As for Tang Dao, he did not dodge or block, and did not move, as if he had been stunned.

“Tuanzuo!” Leng Feng roared.

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

From the perspective of outsiders, the lightning-like sword light has shrouded the vital points on Tang Dao's chest.

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

Yes, everything is a means to an end.

Only Tang Dao, who was shrouded in the sword's light, knew that Fujiwara Senio's sword skills seemed complicated but were actually simple. But in fact, all the sword's light was just a disguise. His sword was actually the same as most Japanese samurai who advocated the one-sword style. , just a knife, a knife drawn to the chest.

In particular, the sword intent and killing intent contained in this sword were completely radiated out in this cracking explosion. Coupled with his almost demonic eyes, it gave people the feeling that their whole body was suddenly filled with blood. Cold, completely shrouded in terrifying murderous intent.

Sentio Fujiwara's sword technique perfectly combines sound, color, light, energy, spirit and power! Coupled with his murderous intention, determination, and the explosion of mental and physical strength he had accumulated for many years, this sword can be called the strongest sword he has struck in thirteen years of hard training!

If it were an ordinary person, under such power, his liver and gallbladder would have been ruptured before the knife even penetrated his heart, and he would have been frightened to death!

Whether it is due to the emphasis on Tang swords or not, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. Fujiwara Senzuo has fully interpreted the word "master".

Tang Dao naturally felt a shock in his mind. Even he, or Ming Xin, faced such a fierce, sharp, soul-stealing sword, all he could do was do what Leng Feng thought. There is a retreat!

If you retreat, you will lose all your opportunities! He was about to face Fujiwara Senzuo's continuous attacks. In front of such a master, there was no possibility of evading the first move, but ten moves. Even if he was as confident as Tang Dao, he would not dare to do so.

So, Tang Dao will not retreat!

When the sword's light was gone and the sword was no more than thirty centimeters away from his chest, he waved his arm.

With the black triangular thorn in his hand that has been painted with protective color, move forward and stab!

There was no hiding or blocking!

　　It is a very simple forward stab.

Facing the knife that was about to pierce into his body, he waved the spur and stabbed forward without hesitation.

The Tang Sword itself is very powerful, and with this full-strength thrust, the triangular sword and the air actually rubbed together, making a soft "whoosh!" sound.

Like the clear whistle of a golden eagle soaring on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

The meaning is obvious, your sword can kill me, but my sword will also kill you.

Yes, Tang Dao's practice of Tai Chi and Bajiquan may not be as good as that of Uncle Han who has been immersed in this way for decades, but it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master of Chinese martial arts.

But that is not the real Tang Dao. The real Tang Dao, even if he has been a man for two lifetimes, is a warrior, a warrior who fights in a hail of bullets.

Warriors never care about the level of martial arts, only about life and death.

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

When the muzzles of the gun are facing each other, the competition is not to see who can hide faster, but to face the opponent's muzzle, shoot, and then shoot again, until the kinetic energy of the enemy's bullet carries you away.

Who knows better than a battle-hardened warrior about the choice between life and death?

Fujiwara Senio is undoubtedly a martial arts genius. Thirteen years of martial arts practice has brought him halfway up the mountain of martial arts, leaving most martial artists far behind. Given time, he may really be qualified to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and become the number one in Japan. Master, even in the land of China where there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it is unknown how many people can compete with him.

It is a pity that he has not yet reached the point where he is worthy of life and death.

Therefore, when he swung his strongest sword and was about to kill the enemy, the enemy actually gave him such a move that could kill the enemy. Moreover, he had to admit that when his sword was used, The moment it cuts into the opponent's chest, that frightening weapon will surely pierce into your own heart as well.

He didn't want to die, not in this small town, and he didn't want his name to be published in newspapers by the Chinese and bring shame to the family. Even though it was a family he had abandoned like worn shoes, he had the blood of the Fujiwara family after all.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Fujiwara Sentio's wrist shook slightly, and the lightning-like sword light struck the military thorn tightly in Tang Dao's hand.

He didn't even dare to chop Tang Dao's arm. The force of Tang Dao's thrust even gave Fujiwara Sen. into his chest.

The Tang sword's fatal stab made the Japanese master, who had no limits to his pretentiousness, severely paralyzed.

In other words, even the scalp is numb.

I am afraid that it was not until this moment that Fujiwara Senzuo understood the deeper meaning of what Tang Dao just said about the so-called martial arts, which is just to see who kills more powerfully.

No matter whether your sword is as bright as lightning or as graceful as a thunderous dragon, I will stab you.

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

(End of this chapter)

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