As the sword light appeared, Yuan Yihonggang's pupils shrank fiercely.

I almost didn't scold the "despicable and shameless" Liu Lang to death in my heart, if I could win by just talking about it.

It's just that he didn't have time to say a word at this time, Liu Lang's sudden knife was rushing for his life. The only result of the aortic artery in the neck being cut is death.

The neck twisted strangely, barely dodging this sudden fatal knife, but at the same time that a large piece of the flesh on the shoulder was cut off, the joint behind the knee was kicked by Liu Lang, who was staggered by.

I only heard a muffled sound of "bang". Yuan Yihonggang rolled out for five or six meters in a row like a rolling gourd, and then he barely stood up and gritted his teeth to look at Liu Lang, but one leg was dragged on the ground, and the whole person could no longer stand up.

Obviously, the kick that Liu Lang kicked at the joint of his leg had already broken his joint.

The head is a huge red envelope, the shoulder has been cut off at least two taels of flesh, and the leg is also broken, and the first master of the young generation of Japanese martial arts is no longer embarrassed at this time.

Liu Lang bit a strange-looking knife with a blade length of no more than ten centimeters and a blade width of three centimeters in his mouth, and quietly stared at this fierce opponent who had fought with him for half a while, with a thick sarcasm in his eyes.

This is the battlefield, as long as you can kill the enemy, do anything, who will play a fair duel with you?

With a spit out, he took the knife in his hand, shook his wrist slightly and played a beautiful knife flower, and then inserted it behind his back, and the scabbard made of cooked cowhide that was firmly tied behind the shoulder at the back of the shoulder was just right to put the knife in tightly.

Yuan Yihonggang almost vomited blood. No wonder when he slashed at Liu Lang's shoulder with his palm knife before, he felt that Liu Lang's skin was tougher than cowhide, it turned out that this time he didn't hide the weapon in his arms, but hid it behind his shoulders. What he struck with a knife at that time turned out to be a cooked cow belt, and the strength that could really fall on Liu Lang was not three out of ten.

Of course, it's not terrible, what is terrible is that Liu Lang didn't show his last edge until the last moment when both of them were exhausted. It's a shame that he rolled up his sleeves to show himself at that time, proving that he didn't have a weapon. It turned out that Baga's was still there.

Whether it is about scheming or the thickness of his skin, Liu Lang is the only one in Yuan Yihonggang's life, plus he has even Yuan Yihonggang to say that he has to say that he is convinced, Yuan Yihonggang feels that he has been unjustly defeated. Who made him learn to be more tenacious in the army, but he didn't learn such "open" intrigues?

Liu Lang, who put the knife into the sheath, opened his mouth and bared a mouthful of white teeth: "I'm sorry, I'm playing with you again." This knife was given by my wife, let me use it exclusively for the little devil, and I can't let her down, so, you know. ”

So, you bastard come to fool me! Yuan Yihonggang desperately suppressed the blood in his chest that was about to squirt out. Being angry and vomiting blood by the enemy is definitely not a good way, and the first young martial artist on the main island of Japan can't afford to lose that face, even if it is to aggravate the injury, he can't care about it.

"Well, rest assured, this is definitely my last weapon. However, if you don't tell your position honestly, Lao Tzu may have to strip you naked。。。。。 ”

Yaga, what do you want to do? Yoshihiro Minamoto felt a severe feeling of dizziness. Scared.

In Yuan Yihonggang's suddenly widened eyes, Liu Lang pulled out two steel wires from the cuffs that were already a little broken, and added: "Use this thing to hang you on this mountain, and then invite the whole army of my mother's customs defense area to visit, and invite the reporter to take a photo by the way." See how the birds of Japan's great nobles differ from the little fishermen. ”

"Wow" Yuan Yihonggang spurted out a mouthful of blood and scolded wildly in his heart: "Baga, you still say that it is the last weapon?" ”

I don't know what else is on the demonic white fat man, and it is too vicious to let the whole Chinese army come to visit and find reporters to take pictures. Yuan Yihonggang's battle intent disappeared suddenly, and what martial arts and shadows had already been left behind by him, and if he didn't escape, he wouldn't have a chance to run.

At the thought of being hung naked like a salted fish, Yoshihiro Gen would rather.

Don't look at a broken leg, but with both hands and one leg to kick the ground, Yuan Yihonggang, a big master, is far faster than ordinary people running, like a ground mouse rushing towards the mountains and forests.

However, in front of Liu Lang, who was not seriously injured, his speed was obviously ridiculous.

"Want to run? That's not good. Give Lao Tzu back first. Liu Lang stepped forward a few times, kicked Yuan Yihonggang, who was crawling wildly on the ground, into a fly and slammed into a tree.

Yuan Yihonggang's hand just waved,

"This punch was made by me for Lao Wu." A fist as big as a bowl smashed firmly into his face.

The muffled sound of "dong" made the roots of people's teeth pantothenic.

Blood splatters followed.

"This punch was made by me for Lao Shen." Liu Lang did not stop, and hit the stainless steel arm guard of Yuan Yihong Steel, who subconsciously protected the door with his arms.

The fist and the steel intersected, and the sound was very weird, Liu Lang's fist was bloody, but the strength of Yuan Yihonggang's arms at this time could no longer resist Liu Lang's heavy blow in the madness. While blocking Liu Lang's fist, the steel arm guard smashed into Yuan Yihonggang's own face.

Blood gushed out again.

Yuan Yihonggang's originally tall nose had almost become a flat surface, which was smashed by Liu Lang's heavy punch and his own stainless steel arm guard.

"This kick was kicked by me for the brothers in the guard platoon who died."

"Bang" was another muffled sound, Liu Lang kicked out, straight to the lower abdomen of Yuan Yihong Gang, and the strong man who was more than one meter eight tall was kicked out five or six meters away.

It can be seen how powerful Liu Lang's hateful blow is.

However, Yuan Yihonggang is also worthy of being a master, a real master of beating. After experiencing Liu Lang's heavy blows that can kill a strong bull with one punch and kick, he can still be like a cooked shrimp, hunched over and "wow" and only vomits blood, and at the same time can only swing his hand: "Stop, stop, Liu Jun, Liu Jun, listen to me." ”

"I listen to peat." What chance will Liu Lang give him. With a roar, he continued to step forward.

If you don't die if you fight a snake, there will be trouble, this is not just the plot in the TV series, a master like Yuan Yihonggang can't give him a chance.

"This is the address you want. If you come again, I'll eat it. Yuan Yihonggang suddenly took out a piece of white paper with handwriting from his military trouser pocket and said eagerly.

Even if the blood is vomiting, you can't help but say it coherently, because if you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say it in the future.

Liu Lang's footsteps were suddenly retracted, his eyes were cold, "Give me the address, and I'll give you a decent way to die." ”

"Haha, Liu Jun, after all, you are too concerned about the so-called brotherhood. You shouldn't be a soldier. Yuan Yihonggang leaned his body against a big tree, laughed miserably and mocked Liu Langdao, who had stopped.

"Although you have been in the army for many years, you have never understood the meaning of the word soldier. That's why you fail repeatedly, you know? Liu Lang looked down at his military uniform and sighed. Especially when you're on the run, and you're using your subordinates as bait for you to escape. Those who abandon their comrades-in-arms are destined to be abandoned as well. ”

Yuan Yihonggang's face stiffened suddenly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then a cold light flashed under the swollen eyelids on his miserable face: "Nonsense, subordinates died for their superiors, that is their glory." ”

With a slam of his hand, he clenched the white paper in his hand into a ball, threw it towards a bush at the bottom of the mountain, and laughed loudly: "Haha, Liu Jun, I have already given you the address, but there are many generals in my Imperial Japanese Army outside the gate, you have to be careful, don't accidentally meet with your subordinates underground." ”

Liu Lang's eyes flashed slightly, "Then you don't need to worry about it, before that, I'll send you to meet your little devils who have dedicated themselves to you!" ”

"Haha, Liu Jun, then I won't give you away, even if I die, Yuan Yihonggang, I won't die in your hands." When Liu Lang's eyes fell on the position of the paper ball, Yuan Yihonggang suddenly laughed loudly.

As soon as Liu Lang retracted his eyes, he saw Yuan Yihonggang exert his strength on one leg, jumped back and turned over a few times in a row, and jumped off the cliff that was only three or four meters away from him.

Liu Lang hurried over, only to see that the cliff with a vertical height of nearly 90 degrees was more than 200 meters, not to mention a person, even if it was an ape, it was destined to be a corpse without bones if it fell.

Under the cliff was also a lush forest, and for a while, it was impossible to see the body of Yoshihiro Minamoto.

The enemy of life and death committed suicide by jumping off a cliff like this, which was an extremely easy thing for Liu Lang. Although the life-and-death struggle between the two just now was only more than two minutes, it was definitely one of the most thrilling battles that Liu Lang had experienced since he came to this space, and it was even harder than the first battle in Beiping.

Although he was not in a coma like in the Battle of Beiping, Gen Yoshihiro Gang, who was becoming more and more tenacious, was definitely the first master he encountered in a single battle. It's not that Liu Lang is afraid of death, but he can't die now, and his four thousand brothers still have to face tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers, and he has to accompany them to fight.

It's just, that terrible opponent died like this?

Liu Lang looked at the bottom of the mountain silently for a long time, turned around and walked towards the bushes where Yuan Yihong Gang threw the paper.

Liu Lang, who turned around, slowly put a smile on the corner of his mouth. Looking like that, after witnessing Yuan Yihonggang jumping off a cliff and committing suicide, he was completely relaxed.

But perhaps, when the dead Yuan Yihonggang sees the expression of Langtuanza, he will feel cold in his vest, so how do you look at it, and who is it like to trap?

The saying "the person who knows you best must be the opponent" is really true.