The two of them were like this, one tried his best to maintain his cold face and eyes, and the other smiled like a big trumpet flower in full bloom, and even his eyes were smiling.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard a gong, and the two "engine oils" that had been relying on eye contact finally moved.

"What do you mean by stretching out a finger?"

This is the first sentence of Toichiro Chiba. After asking this, he never asked again.

"Grass Nyima." Liu Lang replied very seriously.

The words are extremely rude, but simple and crisp.

"If this is your ploy to provoke me, you succeeded." Chiba Toichiro's eternal cold face finally changed, and he said word by word in extremely stiff Chinese.

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the knife he was holding in his arms, threw the scabbard on the ground, and held the knife flat between his eyebrows.

It was a typical Japanese katana sword that looked like a clear cloud, and the bright light shone on it, reflecting the cold and calm blade that made people's scalp tingle when they looked at it.

Even people who don't have much common sense in martial arts know that it must be a sharp and incomparable knife, and it must also be a murderous knife.

"It's not fair, Brother Liu doesn't have a weapon yet." Zhou Dapeng, who was in the audience, suddenly shouted loudly.

No limit fighting is not limited to punches and kicks, but also blades, but if it is a blade, both sides must choose a weapon that they are familiar with. Hongyun Boxing Gym will not let a one-sided situation happen, and it will not be beneficial for them to sit in the bank.

Zhou Dapeng didn't know that Liu Lang had already rejected the boxing gym's offer to provide him with weapons.

Liu Lang turned his head, the triangular army thorn in his sleeve slid out, and he bared his teeth at Zhou Dapeng, who was loud and upset for himself, "Don't worry, brother has this good guy." ”

However, what Liu Lang saw was Zhou Dapeng, whose face changed drastically. "Brother Liu, be careful." Zhou Dapeng suddenly shouted loudly.

"Boss." Fan Ziran couldn't help but stand up suddenly.

At the moment when Liu Lang turned his head, the Japanese swordsman with a knife in both hands suddenly moved, and this movement was like a flash of wind and lightning, so fast that it was difficult to react.

Chiba Toichiro suddenly took a big step forward with great speed under his feet, and the katana raised above the top slashed straight down at Liu Lang, who was turning his head, with a murderous intent.

Liu Lang himself is only four or five meters away from Chiba Toichiro, and after this step, Chiba Toichiro's figure is already in front of Liu Lang, as if all the strength of his body is instilled in this knife.

Yes, maybe all the people who are not familiar with Liu Lang may have despised Liu Lang, but only this Japanese swordsman who has only seen Liu Lang has not. Because, he witnessed with his own eyes the fact that Liu Lang defeated the Russian warrior with great strength by shaking hands.

At that moment, the majestic combat power on Liu Lang's body almost stimulated Toichiro Chiba, who was a few meters away, couldn't help but draw his sword to confront him.

It was definitely a super master he had never met before. Chiba Toichiro has always maintained enough vigilance against Liu Lang.

However, in such a ring, it would be a fool to dare to be so distracted and incomparably experienced in combat, if Toichiro Chiba didn't seize this rare opportunity?

What is the so-called dignity of a warrior in front of precious lives? Chiba Toichiro, who can mix all the way to the first master of the Black Dragon Society, is naturally not a stupid, under the huge threat caused by Liu Lang, Chiba Toichiro used a big stride to concentrate all his energy to the greatest extent, and even if the knife he cleaved out was not the pinnacle he could achieve in his life, it was also an extremely powerful knife.

As if he had crossed the limit of space, in the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have just started, and the blade was above Liu Lang's head, and at this time, Liu Lang's head was still twisted towards the audience, and the next moment, the blade would split Liu Lang's young face.

Almost all of them can't bear to witness the tragic situation that is about to happen, such a sharp knife, such a fast knife technique, even if the head of the Chinese fat man is cast in iron, it will be split in half!

But obviously, Liu Lang's reaction was much faster than they imagined, his head was slightly on the side, his steps were slightly wrong, and the lightning-fast blade almost grazed the tip of Liu Lang's nose and slashed downward.

The lightning-fast knife was dodged by him like this. But apparently, this is not enough.

The crazy color on Chiba Toichiro's face became more and more intense, and the moment his body involuntarily rushed forward after a knife slashed into the air, he didn't wait for the trick to be old, his wrist just turned slightly, and the blade of the chop slashed sideways towards Liu Lang's waist and abdomen.

The sword light is like snow, and it is very clear under the reflection of the light.

Under this knife, Liu Lang's only ending can only be to become two halves. Almost everyone was sure that the Japanese swordsman's glittering katana could split the human body, even if Liu Lang looked at the thick layer of fat.

But they obviously forgot that Liu Lang also had a guy in his hands.

Listening to the piercing sound of metal touching the "bell", Liu Lang blocked the blade with the strange black lacquer blade in his hand.

"What do you think you stupid two knives can do?" Liu Lang sneered and spoke.

Although I don't really understand the meaning of "forced", but with a stupid word in front of it, even the real fools probably understand that Liu Lang's words don't have a very nice meaning.

"Yaga, yours, dead and dead." Toichiro Chiba cursed loudly in anger.

After a futile effort of chopping and chopping, his subordinates did not stop, with a flip of their wrists, the blade slashed upwards along the triangular army thorn, only to hear the sound of "stabbing", and the piercing friction sound of the blade cutting through the triangular army thorn made everyone in the audience have an urge to cover their ears.

As long as Liu Lang still held that strange blade, the sharp blade would cut off Liu Lang's palm in one fell swoop in the sparks of violent friction between the two.

This split, slash, and cut three consecutive moves are as fast as lightning in one go, all of which show that Chiba Toichiro is worthy of being the number one master of the Black Dragon Society, and ordinary opponents will be killed if they dodge the first move.

Even if he is as strong as Liu Lang, the only thing he can do at this time is to throw away the weapon in his hand to save his hand, in such a battlefield, injury and blood loss is obviously the prelude to defeat. However, if you throw away your weapon and face a swordsman with a sharp blade in your hand, you will undoubtedly kill yourself.

But between the two, Liu Lang must choose one or the other.

So Liu Lang chose the former and abandoned the army to stab. As soon as he let go of his hand, he let go of the military thorn he was holding tightly.

The gamblers sighed.

Although the Chinese fat man unexpectedly blocked the two moves of the Japanese swordsman, he did not avoid this move after all. In their opinion, a warrior who has lost his weapon is almost doomed.

What's more, the Japanese swordsman was obviously unforgiving, at the moment when Liu Lang abandoned the knife, his wrist exerted his strength again, the blade shook suddenly, and at the same time he pulled out a few knife flowers, the general stabbed open, and the tip of the katana that changed direction was aimed at Liu Lang's heart and stabbed suddenly.

For the first time, a smile appeared on Toichiro Chiba's face, a smile that was about to win the final victory, even if it seemed to others to be extremely hideous and cruel.

Yes, of course Toichiro Chiba has to laugh, he is about to kill this hateful Chinese in front of him. A Chinese who is terrible but does not know how to control the rhythm of the battle, no matter from the beginning of his chopping or slashing, he does not think that he can play a knife, all the actions are actually for this stab.

Not only did Liu Lang, who had lost his weapon, be unable to stop this stab at all, but even if there was, Chiba Toichiro didn't think he had such a quick reaction.

The tip of the knife is only more than thirty centimeters away from Liu Lang's heart, thirty centimeters, for Chiba Toichiro, who practices the knife stab three thousand times every day, it is only a few tenths of a second. This stab was almost instinctive, and even if Toichiro Chiba was blindfolded, he could steadily stab his blade into the heart of his enemy.

When he used this move, there were very few people who could dodge it, and 99 percent of them died under this thorn.

However, Liu Lang was not as desperate as Toichiro Chiba imagined.

Even, there was a smile in his eyes, and like Chiba Toichiro, he smiled extremely openly, and, with a little more insidious.

Yes, what Toichiro Chiba read from there was more insidious than euphoria.

Extremely insidious.

A prey that has finally stepped into a trap.