The man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he wore a rough shirt. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was silence in the ring for a while, hoping that he could save the compatriot who was trampled under the feet of the RB people.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but there was an uproar below, and even the RB samurai, whose eyes were full of stubbornness and contempt, was stunned, because the young man spoke in Japanese.

"What did he say?" Huo Xiaoshan and Platoon Leader Wang looked at each other, although Huo Xiaoshan also learned Japanese from Murong Pei, after all, there were not a few days, and the journey was running around these days, so it was far from being a teacher.

"He said, 'Let him go,'" Murong Pei replied, "but," Murong Pei hesitated, "but his Japanese is very pure. Murong Pei then explained, and she also felt a little puzzled.

At this moment, the RB samurai on the stage and the rough shirt young man on the stage had already argued in Japanese, the young man's Japanese was pure and fluent, and he spoke extremely fast, and the voices in the audience were noisy, even Murong Pei couldn't hear it too clearly, so he only had time to translate the RB samurai's words to Huo Xiaoshan, "Are you still from the Sato family?" Huo Xiaoshan is also strange at this time, could it be that a teenager of the same age as himself is really an RB person? .

"Do we have no one in China, why did we go up to an RB person." The crowd under the ring couldn't understand what the two people on the stage were saying, but they were talking and guessing there.

However, there was talk in the crowd, but no one dared to go up, after all, the martial arts of the RB people were there.

Huo Xiaoshan was about to go up again, and at this moment, the young man in the rough shirt suddenly said something loudly in Japanese, and the RB warrior suddenly became furious, left the opponent under his feet, and pounced on the young man like a vicious tiger pounced.

"What did they say?" Platoon Leader Wang asked.

"The devil asked him, 'Are you still RB', and he said, 'Lao Tzu is Chinese,'" Murong Pei translated.

This guy is really talented, he even said in Japanese that Lao Tzu is Chinese, no wonder the devil is furious.

"Up! Let's save the injured one first. As he spoke, Huo Xiaoshan jumped up with his hands on the edge of the ring.

Platoon Commander Wang didn't hold it on the side, and then followed, but he was afraid that the young master of his regiment would have an accident, and that would be his dereliction of duty.

The two people on the stage fought fiercely.

The RB samurai is really fierce, and the punches used are also different from the national arts.

Pay more attention to small places, are fists pay attention to the prominence of finger joints, half fist, thumb fist, longan fist, phoenix eye fist, crane beak boxing, fingering is divided into crab claw, tiger claw bear claw finger scissors, manifested in the action of the throat lock, yin, crotch, ribs and everything to do.

What is strange is that the young man in the rough shirt is actually very familiar with the fighting style of this RB samurai, and uses the short fighting and grappling techniques to attack the opponent, and he does not fall behind at all. There was a dull crashing sound of flesh and bone from limbs colliding.

Seeing that the two people were fighting and leaving the injured man, Huo Xiaoshan hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the man and ran to the ring.

Platoon Commander Wang was wary of the two people fighting over and touching Huo Xiaoshan, this injured man is also a martial arts practitioner, and his body must have more than one hundred and thirty or forty pounds, even if he picks it up, he has to work hard, but seeing that Huo Xiaoshan is holding it as if there is nothing, he can't help but secretly think that this Huo Xiaoshan must have also learned from Captain Huo since he was a child, and his skills must be not bad.

At this moment, the RB man was kicked by the rough-shirted young man and collided with Huo Xiaoshan and Platoon Leader Wang's backs.

Platoon Commander Wang doesn't care about any martial arts competition, a short body is a sweeping leg, and he is sweeping on the heels of the RB warrior, how can the RB warrior guard against someone behind him, his feet are off the ground, his body is lying down, and the back of his head is directly smashed into the ring.

The rest of the RB samurai in the ring screamed, in their opinion, it would be the grace of the big RB samurai to knock down the Shina man and then step on it without stepping on it to death, and the Shina man dared to fight one by two, which was definitely an insult to the samurai spirit.

Platoon Commander Wang didn't care about this, since he had already stretched out his hand, he was polite, jumped over, and kicked at the RB warrior who had just gotten up from the ring and fell into a mess, and kicked him directly in front of the warrior, and kicked him directly out of the ring in the blood splash.

The ring suddenly became lively, and the rest of the RB samurai screamed and rushed towards the three Chinese people, several of them had already drawn their katanas, and one of them had already bypassed them, apparently to prevent them from hurting people and then running.

"Back to back!" Platoon Commander Wang shouted.

Of course, he was shouting Huo Xiaoshan, of course, it would be great if that rough-shirted young man could also cooperate with them like this.

The reason why Platoon Commander Wang shouted this is because he gained experience from the battlefield, under the white-knuckle combat where the enemy is outnumbered, only the back-to-back fighting method can ensure that his back is not attacked by the enemy.

Seeing that there were more than a dozen people on the other side, and there were only three on his side, although his gang had no knives in their hands, the back-to-back fighting method was undoubtedly the best choice at this time.

But before Platoon Leader Wang could finish speaking, he saw that Huo Xiaoshan had already rushed forward like an arrow to meet those warriors, and the young man in the rough shirt had already faced the RB warriors who had circled behind them.

Platoon Commander Wang was anxious and was about to shout, but he saw that an RB warrior who collided with Huo Xiaoshan had already been knocked out, and then smashed down the two warriors who rushed up from behind.

Huo Xiaoshan's collision, those warriors were all startled, and their momentum slowed down.

Platoon Commander Wang, who was standing behind Huo Xiaoshan, opened his mouth wide in shock, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

At this moment, Huo Xiaoshan moved again, rushing into the enemy group like lightning, either punches or legs, and in the blink of an eye, three more RB warriors were knocked to the ground, seeing that they were spitting blood one by one, even if they were not dead, they also lost their combat effectiveness.

An RB samurai monster with a sword roared, and quickly stepped forward, the katana in his hand slashing towards Huo Xiaoshan's chest.

What a Huo Xiaoshan!

There was no superfluous movement in his body, and he fell backwards along the edge of the blade, and the cold blade slashed against the bridge of Huo Xiaoshan's nose with a cold wind.

If Huo Xiaoshan slows down a little longer, he will either be cut off at the waist, or a good head will fly.

Platoon Commander Wang was surprised to himself, but when he saw Huo Xiaoshan falling, one foot had already been lifted, and he crossed an extremely fast arc in the air, and the instep of his foot was kicked backwards on the back of the head of the RB warrior who rushed over his head, and the warrior snorted and fell down.

And Huo Xiaoshan used the power of this kick to see that the body that was about to stick to the ground bounced like a spring.

At this time, the Chinese on and off the stage wanted to applaud, but they saw a warrior known as RB holding a knife with both hands and stabbing Huo Xiaoshan viciously in the lower abdomen!