Liu Lang really wants to grab the knife.

The threat of this knife was too great for him.

Finally created this opportunity, how could he let it go?

Not only did he grab Yuan Yoshihiro's wrist, but Liu Lang's feet were not idle, and while his body slightly avoided the blade and continued to rush forward, a spring leg kicked towards Gen Yoshihiro's crotch.

As long as Yuan Yoshihiro stubbornly does not abandon the sword, then Liu Lang will let him know that the man who has lost his eggs, the only one in the world who can enter the supreme martial arts is the undefeated person in the East, and that is still Chinese. The Japanese, on the other hand, are only eligible to go to Thailand.

A trace of anger flashed in Yuan Yihong's eyes, this was the first time he had faced such a dilemma since he had completed his martial arts, and he was forced to abandon the knife after only two swords.

I have to say that Yuan Yihonggang admired Liu Lang's ruthlessness a little, and even used his arm as bait in order to force him to abandon the knife. It seems that Liu Lang's goal has been achieved, but if there is any deviation in it, such as Yuan Yihong's tricks have not become old and turned into cutting, then Liu Lang's hand will not be saved.

But Liu Lang won the bet. A person with such a sword will not let go of the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

Yoshihiro Minamoto just gave up the knife.

While letting go of the knife, his footsteps were slightly wrong, dodging Liu Langyin's fierce kick to Dandan.

It's just that Liu Lang didn't completely succeed.

At the same time as abandoning the knife, Yuan Yoshihiro's wrist shook again, and the uncontrollable blade slashed along the surface of the military thorn towards Liu Lang's arm, if Liu Lang's arm did not move away。。。。。。

Liu Lang could only be forced to sink his arm, and the military thorn pinched with two fingers could no longer be held.

At the same time that Yuan Yihonggang's knife flew to the side, Liu Lang's military stab also fell to the ground.

Both of them became unhanded, and neither took much advantage.

"Liu Jun's reaction is breathtaking! Unfortunately, you may not know that my fist is sharper than my sword. Yuan Yihonggang, who lost the knife, shook his head slightly and sighed.

Then there was a loud yell, "Attack with all your might, kill them all." As he spoke, Yuan Yihong, who gave the final attack order, paused slightly, like a rocket on the soles of his feet, and rushed towards Liu Lang at an unimaginable speed.

In Liu Lang's eyes, Yuan Yi Honggang's entire body seemed to swell, and Liu Lang knew that it was the result of blood gushing to the extreme, which was a phenomenon that had reached the peak of China's internal fist.

Yuan Yoshihiro, who attacked with all his might, was really more terrifying than him who was holding the knife just now.

What's worse is that with the roar of Yoshihiro Minamoto, not only did the two Japanese swordsmen suddenly strengthen their sword light, killing Tyson left and right, and it was difficult to fight back, but the shadows of several enemies appeared in the broken window.

Although Liu Lang couldn't see it, his amazing ear power could still hear that there were at least four or more enemies outside the box, and those who could come were naturally not mediocre hands.

Sun could not have good marksmanship, but hand-to-hand combat was by no means the opponent of several Japanese swordsmen who played with knives all year round, and the more bloody Liu Lang's eyes were, he had to deal with this terrible enemy in the shortest possible time.

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

Fortunately, there was still Sun Wu in the house, who was white and pure, and once single-handedly sniped a young man from a Japanese squad in the forest.

In terms of hand-to-hand combat, Sun can't be the worst of all the people here, except for the three women.

However, he had a gun.

Sun couldn't show the Japanese samurai what it means to crush a hot weapon and crush a cold weapon, a soldier with a gun, an elite soldier, absolutely kill a person with a knife in seconds, even if his knife is too slippery.

The two Japanese samurai who jumped in from the window were the first to fall into bad luck.

A knife flew the three-edged military spur that Sun couldn't throw, and the flames of the muzzle of the barge gun that Sun couldn't pull out made the katana in their hands look so ridiculous.

The shell gun, which filled the entire magazine with a full twenty rounds, did not sieve the two Japanese swordsmen, because Sun could not have only two rounds of ammunition if there was no need for that.

HOWEVER, AT A DISTANCE OF FIVE OR SIX METERS, THE KINETIC ENERGY OF THE 7.6MM CALIBER BULLET OF THE BARGE GUN IS ENOUGH TO PENETRATE THE SKULL OF A BULL, LET ALONE TWO PEOPLE? No matter how well the knife is played, it can't make the head harder than the boar's head.

So as soon as their feet hit the ground, the two Japanese swordsmen who had not even raised the knives in their hands died.

Sun's guns have always been accurate.

"Baga" The other two swordsmen outside the window roared in unison.

But he wisely didn't jump in to send him to death, but with a wave of his hand, several plum blossom darts were thrown in from the window, and Sun Bu was already short and hid beside the table of the Eight Immortals who were still supported.

The plum blossom dart, which was shot extremely accurately, had no penetrating power of bullets, and could only be inserted into the thick wooden board, trembling to show the helplessness of the two Japanese samurai who were proficient in martial arts outside the window.

The intentions of the Chinese gunmen hiding are obvious, Lao Tzu has no intention of going out, but you don't want to come in, I will kill you if you come in.

As for the three women, none of them are stupid, Ji Yanxue is a soldier who has experienced several bloody battles, and Xiao Yangniuer has also received military training, even the weakest Liu Xueyuan is a person who has been on the battlefield, even if he has never fired, but he has seen countless lives and deaths.

They hid in a blind spot that could not be seen from the window as early as the beginning of the battle, and it was not yet the final moment of life and death, since the combat effectiveness is not good, it cannot be used as a help, so don't become a fetter for the soldiers, the three women are very wise.

The inside and outside of the house returned to a balanced trend.

The two attacking Japanese swordsmen outside the gate of "Baga" roared angrily, but they were embarrassed.

Anger did not multiply their combat effectiveness, but they no longer dared to flicker and move like before, but only dared to attack from the position that the black man's huge body could cover.

Obviously, the gunman in the house also gave them a huge threat, and God knows if the gunman in the house will give them a shot? With their strength, when they encounter bullets, they can only be obediently finished.

"Haha" Liu Lang laughed loudly, but in the face of Yuan Yihonggang, who was hit by a fierce punch, he did not retreat but advanced.

Sun, who finally came out of the gun, couldn't let Liu Lang completely go to his worries, so let him see if Yuan Yihonggang's fist was as he said, more powerful than his knife.

The right hand slammed obliquely at the elbow that Yoshihiro had just slammed, and then the left hand hit the elbow and hit Yoshihiro Minamoto's head!

Liu Lang's hand grasped, shocked, and hit his elbow, but it was the "nodding gesture" of the eight great guns! Grab the gun, shake it, and nod the tip of the gun! Coherent!

Although he used his arm as a gun, Liu Lang used his hand to grab it, and as soon as he grabbed it, he firmly buckled Yuan Yihonggang's arm, and his arm shook violently, pulling Yuan Yihonggang closer to him, and then nodded at his elbow, and went straight to Yuan Yihonggang's head.

In Yuan Yoshihiro's senses, before this elbow hit his head, the fierce wind had already exploded, and if this elbow was solid, his head might be blown up.

This is Bajiquan, the most courageous Chinese national art, not fancy, no fitness, only life and death.

"Bang!"

Yuan Yihonggang's elbow was raised, and he met Liu Lang's elbow at almost the same angle, and the two intersected, making a muffled sound that made a toothache.

At the same time, a trace of red flashed on his face, Yuan Yihong's left fist turned into a claw, and he grabbed Liu Lang's chest with a claw, if he grabbed it with one claw, Liu Lang's desire to lose weight may have been achieved, not to mention that he would have to remove a pound of meat.

Liu Lang didn't care at all, he lowered his head suddenly, and slammed his forehead into the throat of Yuan Yihonggang, who was half a head taller than him.

Spicy next door, this dog day is really strong enough, just now they collided with each other, Liu Lang felt that his arms were about to break.

Even Liu Lang, who was clawed out by Yuan Yihong's heart and sent his temperament, would be killed by this pretending to be forced.

A fierce light flashed in Yuan Yoshihiro's eyes.