Nishio Hachi's Knife Technique is indeed very fast!

Yang Qi's Liangyi Upside-Down Sword was already amazingly fast, but Nishio Yuori's Nishio Eight Knife Technique was not inferior at all, and the katana swords of the two exchanged dozens of times in an instant, and time was just a blink of an eye.

At this time, Yang Qi had already sensed that the knives of the eleven black-clothed men behind him were about to come, and time did not allow him to continue to fight with Nishio Yuori.

Therefore, Yang Qi suddenly borrowed the power of Nishio Yuori's knife, and suddenly volleyed backwards, and instantly volleyed over the top of the head of a man in black.

It stands to reason that he retracts the knife so freely, there should be no accidents, but ......

At the same time that Yang Qi flipped over, he kicked the man in black on the back, kicking the man in black involuntarily and suddenly rushing forward, with a snort, his heart hit the tip of Yuori Nishio's knife, and the tip of the knife passed through, revealing more than an inch from behind him.

With a scream, the black-clothed figure stiffened for a moment, and blood flowed silently down the tip of Nishio Yuori's knife, falling straight to the ground.

Except for Yang Qi, at this moment, everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned, including Yuori Nishio, who had just revealed his superb sword skills.

He frowned tightly, stared at his eyes, his expression was a little stunned, he killed a disciple with his own hands, this is nothing to him, the disciple, has always been his wings, the knife in his hand, and if he dies, even if he killed it with his own hands, at most he is a little distressed, and he feels sorry that he has one less disciple who can be driven from now on.

But that's about it.

What really hit him was the fact that he missed!

With his sword skills, there would be such a miss, which was simply a shame on his sword skills and a shame on Yuori Nishio.

"Yaga ......"

Gritting his teeth and spitting out these two words, Nishio Yuori reached out to push away the disciples on the knife under the gaze of the other disciples with different expressions, and a pair of eyes full of evil Qi stared closely at Yang Qi who was standing with a knife a few meters away.

Before the sound of an angry shout fell, Yuori Nishio suddenly shook his katana, kicked the ground with his right foot, his figure was like an arrow, and suddenly shot at Yang Qi, who was a few meters away.

At a distance of four or five meters, he stepped over in one step, and the katana in his hand was suddenly raised, held high above the top, and with a loud shout, he slashed down suddenly, and a knife slashed out, but dozens of sword shadows suddenly appeared, and dozens of sharp knife qi were stimulated first, tearing the air, and slashing at Yang Qi head-on.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qi's pupils shrank, the wrist of his right hand holding the knife turned slightly, the blade turned to the front, Huo Ran took out the knife, and the two Yi reversed the sword technique again, Nishio Yushu turned into dozens of knives, and Yang Qi instantly used dozens of sword shadows that were messy and fast, and the knife made the sword technique.

Nishio Yuori's knife turned into dozens of knives, and the knives were exactly the same, and each knife light and each knife qi were completely parallel, as if measuring the general standard with a ruler.

However, Yang Qi's dozens of sword shadows were different, messy and chaotic, seemingly out of order, but densely sealed every direction in front of him.

The next moment, the two of them once again hit a plantain like a torrential rain, and the sharp sound of the swords colliding with each other rang out continuously.

Oyama Shinichi, as a true disciple of Nishio Yuori, the leader of the twelve disciples this time, his eyes flashed at this time, and he suddenly shouted: "Let's help the master!"

In the loud cheers, he himself took the lead in rushing forward, the katana obliquely dragged behind, each step of the small broken step was not big, but the speed was extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the left side of the fight between Nishio Yuori and Yang Qi, Oyama Shindai shouted, a knife from the bottom up, and teased Yang Qi's left leg.

If this knife is succeeded by him, Yang Qi's left leg will definitely be separated from his body immediately.

Although the origin of the Oriental katana is suspicious, it is believed by many Chinese to have evolved from the Chinese Tang sword, but this kind of katana is indeed sharp, and extremely lethal, conducive to chopping, extremely fast knife speed, and very little air resistance.

In addition to Shinichi Oyama, the ten men in black who were still alive, the unlucky guy who was the first to be robbed of the katana by Yang Qi, had already picked up the katana from the hands of the even more unlucky dead ghost, and rushed towards Yang Qi from all directions again with the other nine people.

This is the rhythm of besieging Yang Qi with Yuori Nishio.

Nishio Yuori is about fifty years old, but at this time he is as vigorous as a tiger, the figure moves and pounces, more agile and fast than the strongest young man, in the angry shout, his katana vertical and horizontal cut, the move is fierce, the knife is sharp, the momentum is rising, the momentum is like a tiger down the mountain, originally for a while, he and Yang Qi fought hard, not falling behind, at this time glimpsed eleven disciples led by Oyama Shinichi came to help, he suddenly laughed, suddenly shouted, the speed of the shot was even faster and fierce, suddenly Dasheng's sword light, for a while actually overwhelmed Yang Qi, forcing Yang Qi to take a few steps backwards。

At this time, the eleven black-clothed men had successfully closed up, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, as if in the next moment, Yang Qi would be divided by these sharp swords.

But at this time, Yang Qi was covered in golden light, and in the sound of the collision of metal armor, Yang Qi's body was instantly covered with a golden armor.

Heption gold armor reappears!

Xu Qingping and her little cousin inside the door of the conference room were dazzled, and the little cousin exclaimed excitedly: "Wow! So handsome! What kind of martial arts is this? This is also too handsome!"

Xu Qingping's red lips opened slightly, and her expression became slightly excited.

This is the second time she has seen such a scene, the first time was when she was a guest at her little cousin's house, and when she saw Yang Qi and Qi Yurong fighting, she appeared once.

But that time, because of the distance, she couldn't see it very really, and at this time, the distance was not far, and she could see almost every piece of the golden armor on Yang Qi's body, and the magical and shocking spiritual impact was several times stronger.

The little cousin wasn't sure what kind of martial arts it was, but Xu Qingping concluded that it couldn't be martial arts! In her opinion, it was more like a magic spell in mythology.

As soon as the golden light flashed, a set of golden armor appeared on his body, isn't this a spell?

A "ding" sound suddenly sounded, accompanied by the exclamations and surprises of those black-clothed people, Yang Qi quickly slashed out in front of him, blocking Nishio Yuori's round of fast attack, and the knife light in his hand suddenly flashed, like a floating light, leaving a circular knife light in the air, and quickly slashed across the necks of the eleven black-clothed people around him.

These black-clothed people led by Shinichi Oyama were shocked by the armor that suddenly appeared on Yang Qi's body, and they hadn't come back to their senses yet, but where did they resist Yang Qi's knife?

A knife slashed quickly, and a faint trace of blood slowly appeared on the necks of these eleven people, and the blood stains slowly expanded, and then, the sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another.

Eleven people, including Shinichi Oyama, without exception, all fell to the ground, and eleven katanas were scattered all over the place.