Chapter 169: A knife pierces the heart

Takashimano Yuri's hand slowed, and the knife momentum changed from a storm to a dense weave, she knew that her body was almost consumed, and the opponent was a very powerful woman, and she could hold on for so long under such a fierce attack.

Her original tactics were aimed at Tang Qiuli, after the opponent was replaced by Xiao Ling, she didn't take Xiao Ling very seriously, with her fierce and fierce knife skills, she couldn't kill her soon, even if she couldn't kill the bloody hand Qiuli and kill his beloved woman, she could also hit his heart hard, and it was not impossible to find an opportunity for herself.

Now, she found out that she was wrong, very wrong, the woman beside her was not a person who seemed to be with, she resisted her fierce attack and miscalculated.

In fact, Xiaoling's defense is very difficult, Takashima Yelily's knife technique is somewhat unexpected by her, the knife kills, and the skirt also hinders the stretching of the movement, she can only rely on her flexible body to avoid danger again and again, and Battle's big knife is too heavy, but with this heavy big knife, it also takes a lot of advantage against Takashima's narrow Japanese knife.

She felt that behind her, there were always two fiery eyes following her, that was the concern of the lover, perhaps, without this kind of motivation, Xiao Ling could really be defeated under Takashima's knife, although there was no worry about her life, she was seriously injured but she couldn't avoid it.

Now seeing Takashima take a defensive position, her confidence soared, an arrow step, rushed forward, her skirt was almost torn, but she couldn't care about so much, the only chance in front of her, the flexible waist, like a spring, suddenly burst out of amazing momentum, flicked her wrist and raised the knife, the big knife was held high above her head, holding the knife with both hands, and Tarzan crushed to Takashima's head.

Takashima was shocked, in this situation, this woman still has the power to fight back, it is really incredible, the form on the field is reversed.

Takashima was at the moment when the old force was exhausted and the new force was not born, and the footwork was already old, so he had to turn his wrist and raise the knife, and he struck Xiaoling with a fierce blow.

"Dang Chang" There was a loud bang, Qing Yue's voice echoed in the hall, and after this slam blow, Takashima's body shook a few times, and took two steps back, Xiao Ling was not allowed to give in, taking advantage of the force of the knife being bounced, she turned around with the knife, and used her body as the axis to slash at Takashima's shoulder with her backhand.

Takashima hurriedly parried with the knife, and was shaken by the strong impact again, Xiaoling borrowed the momentum, the knife was like Bai Lian, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the knife slashed towards the top of Takashima's head.

The advantage of the weight of the knife is revealed, every time the slash, the heavy knife and the inertia, Takashima's delicate body shakes suddenly, she can only keep retreating, Xiaoling's knife technique is like an antelope hanging horns, full of dangerous dynamics.

The sound of "dangchang" was endless, Xiao Ling was a knife tightly, and her slender waist drove the heavy blade, like the reincarnation of a killing god, giving Takashima no room to fight back.

After more than ten knives, Takashima's katana was overwhelmed and finally broke from it, the sword was dazzling, and Takashima was about to die under Xiaoling's knife.

At this critical juncture, Takashima Omoto had a good foundation, she threw her knife away, leaned back as much as possible, avoided the misfortune of breaking her head through her chest, and fell into the Japanese samurai pile.

The slender evening dress was quietly cut from the chest by Xiao Ling's sharp blade, a pair of unrestrained breasts, a fresh white rabbit suddenly jumped out, trembling slightly in the air, between the towering **, a thin red line, clearly visible, extending to the lower abdomen, slowly oozing blood.

White skin and red blood, the scene was dazzling and weird, everyone was stunned, the life-and-death struggle between the two beauties was so thrilling and heartstrings.

Xiao Ling's body staggered a few steps, and she stabbed the ground with a knife to stabilize her figure, her legs trembled uncontrollably, her mouth gasped violently, her plump breasts, and her undulating waves like waves.

It's not that she doesn't want to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but the fierce attack just now has consumed all her body, and now it is the best table to stand, and those Japanese samurai have already drawn their swords in their hands, staring at themselves with fierce eyes.

Xiao Ling sighed secretly, it fell short, if it weren't for the skirt that restrained herself, as long as she jumped high and made the last knife, she would definitely be able to kill this Japanese woman, maybe when the time comes, she has her own fate, Takashima doesn't deserve to die today.

Takashima, who sat in the samurai pile, seemed to be difficult to accept this result, the Great Japanese Empire was defeated tonight, losing face, and in front of the Shina people, it was even more humiliating, she had no strength to fight again, on the other hand, her subordinates were all afraid, and their momentum was lost.

As for the pair of stunners exposed to the public, she didn't care, anyway, there was no secret, the men who enjoyed this pair of stunners were not one hundred but ninety, and the old lady was a person who came over.

Takashima slowly got up, did not hide the scenery on his chest, and was about to leave with his defeated subordinates, is there still a face in this place?

"Go slowly, there is one more thing, that is, you must solemnly apologize to my wife before you can leave, otherwise, I have the right to think that the matter between us is not over" Tang Qiuli's clear voice sounded in the hall.

He deliberately made the Japanese lose face tonight, and at the same time, he also made excuses for further disposal of this Japanese garbage.

Takashima was stunned, this bloody hand Qiu Li was too pressing, but in the current situation, she had to bow her head, her white teeth, biting her red lips tightly, and bowing to Xiao Ling: "Mrs. Qiu, I'm very sorry, my subordinates lack education and are offended, please forgive me"

The ** on the chest, when she bowed, was completely released, and I have to admit that this Japanese woman's rue room is indeed very tempting, especially under this action, it is enough to arouse the man's **, and there is an irrepressible "grunt" sound of swallowing saliva in the hall, and these men are addicted and feast their eyes.

Xiaoling's face turned crimson, as a homosexual, she was very embarrassed by Takashima's behavior, and hurriedly accepted it, so as to get out of this embarrassing situation.

Takashima and the Japanese walked cleanly, Xiao Ling's body shook suddenly, Tang Qiu left his body in a flash, and he had already arrived at Xiao Ling's side, reaching out to hold her slender waist, and completely holding Xiao Ling in his arms, he knew that Xiao Ling was out of strength, and how much perseverance it took to hold on, it can be seen how hard Xiao Ling fought in this battle.

He also saw Xiao Ling's originally ruddy face, but now it became pale, the dense beads of sweat on her forehead kept oozing out, and on her left arm, the white clothes were cut by a blade and a long grief, revealing the snow-white skin inside.

Tang Qiuli picked Xiao Ling up by the waist, Xiao Ling closed her eyes tired and happy, enjoying her lover's strong arms, listening to his heartbeat like a drum, and a warm feeling quietly crept up her tired heart.

There was thunderous applause all around, and the guests were like a hero, surrounding them in the middle, Tang Qiuli's appearance was certainly eye-catching, but Xiaoling's appearance overshadowed everyone's limelight, and no one dared to despise this seemingly weak and quiet girl.

Xiao Ling sat there, it took a long time to recover, Tang Qiuli took care of her while dealing with the guests who kept coming to congratulate, Xiao Ling was in good health, she didn't want to be a drag on Qiu Li on this occasion, although her body was still weak.

The hall has been cleaned up, and the corpses of the Japanese garbage have long been dragged away by the accomplices, and the blood stains on the ground have been cleaned clean, and there is no way to see the series of life-and-death struggles and bloody scenes just now.

The party was not affected, but was enlivened by a few flies.

It's just that the Chinese and foreign guests who are fortunate to witness the whole process tonight are inseparable from the topics that happened just now, the arrogance and fiasco of the Japanese, Tang Qiuli's miraculous stunts, Xiaoling's soaring posture, and fierce knife skills are all topics that people talk about.

Including their backgrounds, origins, and even martial arts sects, it will cause people to speculate infinitely, and this pair of young people is destined to become a theme.

It is said that a year after Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling left Tianjin, there were newspapers doing follow-up reports on them, and they topped the list of the top ten people in Tianjin in the 27th year of the Republic of China.

Later, after the outbreak of the War of Resistance Against Japan, many people said that Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Qiu's disciples or subordinates attacked and assassinated the Japanese and traitors everywhere, which gave the devil authorities a headache.

Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling naturally became the central figures of the cocktail party, needless to say, the Chinese businessmen took the initiative to exchange business cards with Tang Qiuli, and took the initiative to invite them to participate in the cocktail party held by the consulate.

Only the German consul, blinking his pale blue eyes, glanced at Tang Qiuli from time to time, and muttered a few words to his dance partner beside him, I don't know what he was thinking, but he was the person Tang Qiuli wanted to make the most friends with at the moment, Battle was going to study in his country, without a strong person to recommend, things would be a lot of trouble, and he inquired about the name of this consul. Hoffman.

Tang Qiuli couldn't understand what this German meant, so he had to be patient and look for opportunities.

The joy of the Chinese present is from the heart, no matter how utilitarian and practical his heart is, but anyone who has a little national pride will raise a glass to celebrate tonight's events, except, of course, those hardcore traitors, those national scum who are ashamed of being Chinese and are eager to exchange the blood in their veins for foreigners.

After entertaining a wave of * guests who came to congratulate, Tang Qiuli just took a breath, glanced at Xiao Ling, the two laughed silently, and when they looked up, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue suit, with a graceful demeanor, smiling with a wine glass, walking towards him.

(To be continued)