In the face of Liu Lang's move of either you die or I die at every turn, Yuan Yihong just didn't retreat, and he didn't even dodge his head and lowered his forehead.

The two heads of the master of boxing slammed into each other like this.

There are no flashy tricks, it's a bit like a kindergarten kid fighting.

The muffled sound of "bang" made the knives in the hands of Tyson and the two Japanese swordsmen involuntarily slow down a little.

What is the ending of the two pieces of human body infused with the great strength of the two people, and the hardest bones in the whole body collide together? Natural blood splatters.

Not to mention, both of them were dazed and staggered away.

Under the collision of huge forces, the tough forehead skin of the two exploded at the same time, and blood flowed all over their faces.

Whether it is pretending to be forced, or the wave group that rarely suffers in one-on-one, there is no master demeanor at the moment, and they are like two street brawlers with blood on their faces.

There is no bullshit martial arts contest, this is life and death. At the moment when Yuan Yihong hit his head against Liu Lang's head fiercely, it seemed as if he had suddenly broken some kind of shackles in his heart, and an indescribable emotion arose in his heart.

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

It turns out that the battlefield is also a kind of tempering and cultivation.

Holding back the disgusting dizziness in his head, Minamoto made a decision silently in his heart.

However, Liu Lang didn't think as much as this one, the head of the little devil was really hard, and Liu Lang, who already felt that he had a slight concussion, staggered back six or seven steps in a row to resist the temporary loss of balance in the cerebellum.

It may also be because of the severe dizziness and loss of direction, Liu Lang did not realize that the direction of his retreat was the direction of a Japanese swordsman.

The Japanese swordsman who glanced at Liu Lang out of the corner of his eye was overjoyed, and the knife that attacked Tyson slashed at Liu Lang's waist with a sharp turn.

"China's Liu 。。。。。" Tyson, who had witnessed all this, roared suddenly, completely ignoring the knife that slashed at his chest, swinging his broad, somewhat excessive dagger and slashing at the enemy who attacked Liu Lang.

At that moment, Tyson had already regarded Liu Lang as his comrade-in-arms, and his back should be handed over to himself to protect, and Lieutenant Tyson performed his duties as a comrade-in-arms very well.

And the remaining swordsman seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, as long as he slashed the terrible enemy who had a draw with the young master, the rest of the people had nothing to worry about, even if there was still a person in the room with a gun. And how could he let him save that terrible fat man by killing a big black man?

The blade flickered and blocked Tyson's saber.

And another sword light slashed towards Liu Lang who was retreating without stopping.

"Ayi, retreat." Unlike Tyson, Yoshihiro Minamoto, who was still turning his head in a daze, changed his expression and roared loudly to remind his subordinates.

Why did the young master let himself retreat? A knife slash out of the knife momentum has almost been used The old swordsman's face changed, this roar reminded him of the three who died under Liu Langgang's stab in a previous move, he was so confident that after stabbing a knife, then, there was no more.

But in order to cut the terrible fat man in two, the Japanese swordsman has almost used 90% of his strength, and this knife is not something that can be collected.

Then, he had to die.

Liu Lang didn't dodge or dodge such a knife that came from behind, like blocking the blade of Yuan Yihonggang, his body was slightly on one side, and he held his arm to block the lightning-like knife light. This time, though, it's the left arm.

Jia Yi didn't have the excitement of cutting off the flesh and blood with a knife this time, the corner of his eyes involuntarily glanced at the dark steel thorn lying quietly on the ground, he clearly remembered that Liu Lang's individual weapons had been completely taken off with the young master's.

Obviously, the steel spike stayed where he was and let his heart calm a little.

But how can there be distractions between this lightning and flint, especially in front of a master like Liu Lang?

Especially who told you that Liu Lang can't bring two steel thorns?

Among the people present, those who knew that Liu Lang still had a steel thorn, I am afraid that in addition to Liu Lang, only Yuan Yihong Gang.

Because, it was not him who Liu Lang felt that his arm was going to be broken just now, but a man who was pretending to be a man.

Speaking of which, Liu Lang couldn't help but force a man a little bit by wearing clothes, and it was difficult for him to take the special short-handled three-edged military stab tied to his arm and his own arm.

That's right, if it weren't for Liu Lang's hidden steel thorn that broke his right arm bone, Yuan Yihong would not have been able to make the move of hitting Liu Lang with his head, it was because he was also forced into a desperate situation, and if he didn't play with Liu Lang with his life, he might not have this chance in the future.

The knife slashed into Liu Lang's arm as he wished, but there was a sharp sound of a metal "bell", and Liu Lang's arm rushed forward against the blade, in Jiayi's shocked eyes.

Just wanted to move his wrist to lift the blade up, but Liu Lang, who had already cut off most of his sleeves, suddenly grabbed him and grabbed his hand.

The handshake between two men, especially two hostile men, never turned out very well.

Liu Lang opened his eyes angrily, squeezed it with one hand, and with a click, he actually pinched off several phalanges of the Japanese swordsman, and then dragged the Japanese swordsman whose face had changed dramatically into his arms.

He was greeted not only by Liu Lang's broad embrace, but also by Liu Lang's slightly hideous face, which was covered with blood, as if he felt that the pain should be relieved by pain, and as if he was addicted to it with his head, Liu Lang smashed his head directly into the face of the Japanese swordsman.

At this moment, the blood soared out seven or eight meters away.

"Ah!!h The sound of the knifeman's howl was enough to be heard for hundreds of meters.

"Damn, it's not dead yet." Liu Lang roared angrily and hit his head again.

Although Liu Lang's forehead was blurred with flesh and blood, the Japanese swordsman whose fragile face was hit was even more miserable, the huge pressure almost squeezed the swordsman's eyeballs and was not enough to make a master who had practiced martial arts for twenty years die, the hard skull shattered his nose bone and inserted into his brain, which was the main cause of the swordsman's death.

Putting aside the Japanese swordsman who had already lost his knife and covered his face on the ground with his hands and was getting weaker and weaker, Liu Lang shook his somewhat dizzy head, and a rain of blood scattered from his hair, and the strong smell of blood suddenly filled the audience.

With two consecutive head blows, Liu Lang interpreted his fierceness to the extreme.

Jia Er, who was fighting with Tyson on the side, felt that his legs were a little weak, he had seen people kill like numbness, but he had never seen such a terrible guy who even wanted to kill himself, he could kill people without his head just now, and he could kill people with his legs and knees.

Without even looking at Jia Er, whose knife skills were already a little messy, Liu Lang looked over at Yuan Yi Honggang, who saw that he had killed his subordinates with two heads in a row but did not move, showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled: "Little devil, come, do it again." ”

Yuan Yihonggang, who stood for more than ten seconds, shook his head, "Liu Jun, you are stronger than I imagined, I can't kill you today", and glanced at the family heirloom knife lying quietly on the ground five meters away from him with regret, "My treasure knife will be stored in Liu Jun's place first, and I will find Liu Jun to retrieve it when I see each other in the future." ”

After speaking, his figure without pause retreated like electricity, even a few points faster than the inhuman speed of his attack.

"Also, Liu Jun, my name is Yuan Yi Honggang, not a little devil." The sound of Yoshihiro Minato, who had just jumped downstairs, continued to be heard in the distance.

Liu Lang looked at the direction where Yuan Yoshihiro had just left, but it was rare that he did not chase and kill the Japanese in the past.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

However, in just over a minute of fighting, Liu Lang really consumed all his mind and energy, if Yuan Yihong just had the courage to rush up, he would find that the strength of the terrifying guy just now was far inferior to before.

It's a pity that a warrior with a broken arm bone will not put himself in danger easily, so he retreated very "wisely".

Seeing that the young master ruthlessly left himself behind and evacuated alone, especially when he had to face such a devilish enemy, the only remaining Japanese swordsman sword technique was suddenly in chaos.

Tyson yelled, and then, a little blinding, rolled to the side of the door.

guarded the box door for a long time, this was the first time he gave up the battlefield he was holding onto.

Because, he still has comrades-in-arms.

A sharpshooter with a gun.

Faced with Sun's barge gun that could not be used to fire repeatedly, the Japanese swordsman only wielded a knife weakly, and was beaten into a sieve by the shell gun spraying with anger.