Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 827

Chapter 827 Brave!

Tang Dao really wants to seize the knife.

The threat of the sword in Fujiwara Senzuo's hand was too great. If he hadn't improvised the move of blocking the sword with his sleeve, the gleaming katana might have cut off his arm along with the spur.

Having finally created this opportunity, how could he let it go?

This is a practical solution, but who can say that there can only be one practical solution.

Like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, a claw stretched out, and Tang Dao's feet were not idle. While his body was slightly sideways away from the blade and he continued to rush forward, he kicked Fujiwara Sentio in the crotch with a spring leg.

As long as Fujiwara Senzuo stubbornly refuses to abandon the sword, Tang Dao will let him know that for a man who has lost his balls, there is only one Dongfang Bubai in the world who can enter the supreme martial arts, and that is Chinese. The Japanese are only eligible to go to Thailand.

Compared to that catch, this leg is truly fatal. Men have to avoid it.

Fujiwara Senzuo's eyes were filled with strong anger. This was the first time he had faced such a dilemma since he had mastered martial arts. He only managed to make two slashes before he was forced to abandon his sword.

Yes, if he doesn't give up the sword, he can only give Tang Dao a hard blow. Even if you avoid the vital point and use your inner thigh muscles to carry it, Tang Dao's kick is like a poisonous snake spitting a message and flying up. Even my little brother can imagine the consequences.

However, Fujiwara Senzuo, whose eyes were full of anger, still had to admire the ruthlessness of the opponent in front of him. He even used his arm as bait. The real purpose was to force him to abandon his sword.

It seems that the purpose of Tang Dao has been achieved, but if there is any deviation, for example, Fujiwara Senzuo also anticipated Tang Dao's thoughts in advance, and his tricks temporarily changed from chopping to cutting before they became old, then Tang Dao's hand will not be saved.

He didn't know that Tang Dao didn't just put his arm on the gambling table with a strong force, but also made precise calculations of his opponent's psychology.

A person holding such a precious sword will instinctively have great confidence in the blade. With one strike of the sword, even a piece of iron will be split in half.

Having good weapons is a good thing, but it also creates a sense of dependence, even if you are as powerful as Sentsuo Fujiwara.

Because this is human nature, and as long as we are still human, we cannot escape this bondage.

The most typical example of dependence on weapons and equipment is the soldiers of the United States. They have planes in the sky, tanks underground, and huge ships on the sea. Individual soldiers are armed to the teeth. So their combat effectiveness is self-evident, but what if they don't have these equipment? The icy icefield battlefield and the jungle in the southwest are the best examples. Once they lose strong fire support, their combat effectiveness will immediately decrease sharply.

Hence, Tang Dao trusts his fist most when facing an enemy. This is the biggest difference between him and Fujiwara Senio.

Fujiwara Sentio, abandon the sword!

At the same time as he let go of the handle of the knife, he staggered slightly and avoided Tang Dao's vicious kick towards Dandan.

However, Tang Dao's tactics were not fully realized.

At the same time as he abandoned the sword, Fujiwara Senzuo's wrist shook again, and the uncontrolled blade slashed along the surface of the spur towards Tang Dao's arm. If Tang Dao's arm did not move away, blood would be inevitable.

Tang Dao could only be forced to sink his arm, and the military thorn pinched by **** could no longer be held.

At the same time that Fujiwara Senio's sword flew to the side, the sword's spur also fell to the ground.

Both of them were left with bare hands, and neither one took much advantage.

"Tang Jun's reaction is breathtaking! This is what you trained on the battlefield! Unfortunately, you may not know that my boxing is just as good as my sword." Fujiwara Senzuo lost his sword But he shook his head slightly and sighed.

Then he shouted, "Attack with all your strength and kill them all!"

As he spoke, Fujiwara Senzuo, who gave the final attack order, paused slightly, as if a rocket was attached to the sole of his foot, and rushed towards Tang Dao at an unimaginable speed.

In Tang Dao's eyes, Fujiwara Senyuo's entire body seemed to have swelled. Tang Dao knew that this was the result of the blood spurting to the extreme. It was a state that many top Chinese boxing masters had not reached.

At least, in the battle with Uncle Han, Uncle Han in Tang Dao's perception did not reach such a state, which also means that the Japanese martial arts master who lost his sword in front of him may actually have more attainments in boxing than Uncle Han is even stronger.

This person's level of danger is either one of the best among the masters Tang Dao has ever encountered, or he is well-deserved to be the first. He is even more dangerous than the two-meter-tall furry bear who was able to kick off an iron stake with one leg when Tang Dao was almost driven to a desperate situation. Terrible two points.

What's worse is that with Fujiwara Senzuo's roar, not only the Japanese swordsman's sword light suddenly strengthened and killed Leng Feng, who could only parry and fight back, but several more enemies appeared on the stairs. shadow.

Although Tang Dao couldn't see it, his amazing ears could still hear that there were at least four more enemies outside the box. Those who could come were naturally not mediocre.

Leng Feng was already good at blocking the Japanese swordsman. Erya was engaged in internal affairs. His combat effectiveness in this level of battle was actually not much higher than that of the three women. Once the Japanese broke into the box.

The blood in Tang Dao's eyes grew heavier. He had to deal with this terrible enemy in the shortest possible time.

Otherwise, he will lose the most precious thing he gained in this world.

However, everyone, including Tang Dao, underestimated Erya.

Erya's cold weapon combat effectiveness is not high, but he has a gun.

Even if it is a pig, if it can survive **** battlefields again and again, it is definitely a pig with life-saving skills, not to mention Erya who is smarter than most people.

Erya knew from the moment he entered the battlefield that if he wanted to survive, he had to rely on the gun in his hand to kill the enemy and survive.

Therefore, driven by the drive to survive, Erya's marksmanship has always been good. Especially after becoming Tang Dao's orderly, Erya often asked Tang Dao for shooting skills. Tang Dao trusted him the most as an orderly. How can you hide your secrets?

With the guidance of famous teachers, the battlefield is the best training ground, and the Japanese are the best targets.

The shell gun equipped by Erya may not be able to match the level of some veteran squad leaders, but it can be considered accurate, especially at close range.

So, Erya showed the invading Japanese samurai what it means to crush cold weapons with hot weapons. A soldier with a gun, an elite soldier, can definitely kill anyone with a knife in an instant, no matter how slippery he is with the knife.

The two Japanese samurai who jumped in from the window were the first to be unlucky.

The only shield in the slightly empty room could only be the overturned Eight Immortals table, but that didn't prove that there were no other obstacles. The Japanese who jumped in first stepped on several inverted round stools.

If the legs of the round stool are pointing down, it is naturally quite stable, but if the legs are pointing up and you unfortunately step on one of the legs.

Although Japanese people have short legs, they are not dragonflies after all, right?

The side of his body was violent and he lost his balance. The original idea of rolling to avoid indoor attacks after landing came to nothing.

Then, they become a target.

The rifle with a magazine full of twenty bullets did not beat the two Japanese swordsmen into pieces because there was no need and Erya only needed two bullets.

At a distance of only five or six meters, the kinetic energy of a 7.6MM caliber bullet from a shell gun is enough to penetrate the skull of a bull, let alone two people? No matter how good you are with the knife, you can't make your head harder than a boar's head.

So, the two Japanese swordsmen who had barely landed on their feet and were still chopping the air with the swords in their hands died.

"Baga" the other two swordsmen outside the window yelled in unison.

But these two guys were not stupid. They wisely did not jump in to die. They just raised their hands and threw several plum blossom darts in from the window. Erya had already shrunk and hid beside the Eight Immortals table that was still propped up. .

The plum-blossom darts that I heard and shot with great accuracy did not have the penetrating power of bullets, and could only be inserted into the thick wooden boards, trembling, showing the helplessness of the two Japanese samurai who were proficient in martial arts outside the window.

The intention of the hiding Chinese is obvious. I have no intention of going out, but you don't want to come in either. I'll kill you if you come in.

The Japanese wanted to throw grenades, but at the beginning of the mission, in order not to alert the Zhengzhou City garrison, Fujiwara Sentio formulated a strategy to kill the opponent with cold weapons as much as possible.

Of course, it is also based on strong force value. Tang Dao and his party are only three men and three women. If more than a dozen masters headed by Fujiwara Senio are dispatched, they will still need to use guns and grenades. With a group of Japanese Is it still necessary for a special agent team with samurai as its core to exist?

So, grenades, firearms, etc., are all in two big bags downstairs, which will only be taken out and used in case of force majeure.

As for those three women, none of them are stupid. Tantai Mingyue is a war correspondent who has experienced several **** battles. Teacher Xiao He has also received strict military training. Even the weakest Mrs. Yue has been marching alone for more than half a month. She is no longer the same as the housewife of the past.

As soon as Fujiwara Senzuo issued the military order, they hid in a blind corner that was not visible from the window. It was not the final moment of life and death. Since the combat power was not enough and could not be used as a help, then they should not become a fetter to the soldiers. The three women were extremely wise. .

The balance inside and outside the house immediately returned. "Baga!" The Shuiyueliu master who was attacking crazily outside the door also yelled angrily.

Since there are eggs, there is no use for the bird without the ball.

Anger did not double his combat power. On the contrary, he no longer dared to dodge and play as happily as before, and his attack range was also reduced a lot.

He must take action!

　　Previously, there were almost blind attacks in the house, and all of them made a gap in his knife. Now the gunman only used two shots to kill two masters, and his marksmanship was obvious.

What if the gunman in the house took a chance and shot him? Even though he was very good with the knife, when he encountered a bullet, he could only drink his anger on the spot.

"Haha! Idiot looking for death!" Tang Dao laughed loudly when he heard the gunshots and screams. Just now, he dodged Fujiwara Senzuo's punches because he was concerned. Now, it was his turn to fight back.

Faced with Fujiwara Senzuo who hit him with another ferocious punch, Tang Dao advanced instead of retreating.

The right hand violently grabbed the elbow that Fujiwara had just hit, and the left hand hit the elbow and hit Fujiwara's head!

Tang Dao's grip, shock, and elbow bump are actually the "nodding gesture" of the Baji Spear that I just learned from the exchange with Old Uncle Han!

The eight major spear masters grabbed the gun with one hand, shook it, and nodded the tip of the gun! Done in one go! That shot is all about being fast and ruthless! Before the opponent could react, the shot had already hit his body.

As for the Tang Dao, the spear technique is integrated into the boxing technique, using the arm as the spear and the elbow as the tip of the spear.

As soon as Tang Dao grabbed hold of him, he firmly clasped Fujiwara's arm. His arm jerked and twitched, pulling Fujiwara closer to him. Then he inserted his elbow and nodded, heading straight for Fujiwara's head. And go.

In the feeling of Fujiwara Senzuo, the fierce wind had already exploded before the elbow hit his head. If the elbow had hit him hard, his head might have been blown up.

This is Baji, the most courageous Chinese martial art. It is not fancy or fitness-oriented. It only distinguishes between life and death.

"boom!"

Fujiwara Senio raised his elbow to meet Xiang Tang Dao's elbow at almost the same angle. The two met and made a tooth-ache-inducing muffled sound.

At the same time, a trace of red flashed across Fujiwara Sentio's face. His attacking left fist turned into a claw, and he fiercely grabbed Tang Dao's chest with one claw. If he caught him firmly with his claws, Tang Dao would have to lose at least half a kilogram. Meat.

Tang Dao didn't care at all. He lowered his head suddenly and slammed his forehead into the throat of Fujiwara Senzuo, who was half a head taller than him.

The guy next door to the spicy restaurant, have these lousy Japanese ever drank iron juice? Tang Dao also felt helpless.

Tang Dao felt that his arms were about to break after the collision just now.

Severe pain causes Tang Dao's brain to rapidly secrete endorphins, which are substances that cut off pain signals, but at the same time, they also have a stimulating effect.

This chemical change in the brain makes even a calm man like Tang Dao lose his temper.

Even if this guy had practiced the Nine-Yin White Bone Claw and could dig out his heart, he would still kill this **** head-on.

In fact, it is not necessary to say that Tang Dao lost his temper. It was a warrior's instinct that told him that if he did not fight against this formidable enemy, he might not have much chance to fight again.

idiot! Come again! Fujiwara Senzuo's eyes were filled with ferocious flames.

Faced with Tang Dao's move, which could kill you or me at every turn, Fujiwara Senzuo was no longer forced to retreat. He actually lowered his head without hesitation and raised his forehead to forehead.

The heads of two top fighting masters collided violently.

There are no dazzling moves, but rather like a fight between kindergarten children.

A heart-wrenching muffled sound of "Boom!" resounded throughout the store, so much so that the knives in the hands of Leng Feng and the Suiyue Liu master involuntarily slowed down by two points.

Other than the head, the two of them, who had enough combat experience, couldn't figure out where else on the human body could make such a loud noise.

Of course, they were also worried about their respective bosses. While looking at their opponents warily, they looked at the battlefield over there with their peripheral vision.

The Chinese and Japanese opponents, who were fighting life and death, both had their eyes twitching.

That scene was so terrifying.

What will be the outcome when the hardest bones in the human body, filled with the tremendous strength of two people, collide with each other?

The natural blood splattered.

Under the huge collision, the tough forehead skin of the two exploded at the same time, and their faces were covered with blood.

Trauma is not the most important thing.

As the most important organ of the human body, the head is responsible for commanding and coordinating various parts of the body. If there is an impact there, it can range from a concussion to a collapse to the ground.

At that moment, both of them had stars in their eyes, and had an out-of-body feeling.

Stayed for more than two or three seconds, with their faces covered in blood like street gangsters, the two people stumbled back dizzy.

The last bit of inner clarity allowed them to try their best to get out of the opponent's attack range and give themselves a little breather.

You bitch, if I had known this, I should have come wearing a helmet. If I didn't kill you, you bitch, I wouldn't have a surname of Tang. The dizzy Tang Dao regretted that his intestines were about to break at that moment.

For Fujiwara Senzuo, apart from suppressing the severe vomiting caused by the concussion, he was extremely happy.

Because the moment he hit Tang Dao's head with his head, he actually realized it!

This is not a martial arts contest, this is life and death.

　　The original shackles were broken free at the moment of disregarding life and death.

He is a martial arts master, but he has been restrained by a soldier's counterattack several times. It is not because of his martial arts skills, but because he lacks the iron-blooded spirit of his opponent who is either you or me.

The so-called martial arts practice is to fight against heaven and earth, to hone oneself, in order to break away from the shackles of heaven and earth. On the battlefield, there is only life and death, and only the winner will have the chance to face the world again.

The two may seem different, but in fact they serve the same purpose.

Although it will not be like what is described in martial arts novels, breaking away from the shackles of the soul and immediately increasing one's skills as if taking a powerful pill, this undoubtedly pointed the direction for Fujiwara Senzuo and saved him at least ten years of hard work.

This **** battle was definitely not in vain.

How can Senio Fujiwara not be happy?

Tang Dao, on the other hand, felt regretful and continued to retreat dizzily, using steps to slow down the extreme discomfort of his cerebellum being shaken and unable to maintain balance.

It may also be due to the severe dizziness and loss of sense of direction that Tang Dao did not realize that the direction of his retreat was exactly the direction of a Japanese swordsman who was hiding by the window and shooting darts into the box.

The Japanese swordsman who glanced at Tang Dao from the corner of his eye was immediately overjoyed. The knife he held in his hand drew a graceful arc and struck directly at Tang Dao's waist. If he slashed hard with his sword, even if Tang Dao's waist was large enough, He was so strong and strong that he could probably get a huge **** with a powerful knife.

Even if we immediately find the best surgeon in the country to perform stitches, I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a funeral rite.

(End of this chapter)

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