Only the enemy with a blade can wash away the slightest shame!

Right now, they surrounded Ling Anqi, the sword jungle was standing, the cold light was flickering, and it was very scary. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The already eased situation began to become tense again, and Yan Yu quietly moved his knees and got out of the masked man's legs.

Yuan Shuang, Liu Xiaoxuan, and Mu Qiuguang followed the others to retreat like a tide, forming a larger circle on the periphery, and although everyone was afraid, no one was in a hurry to leave, but appreciated the farce with great interest.

"The other girl is a woman!" shouted the masked ninjas in unison.

Ling Anqi gradually frowned, the tenderness in her eyes disappeared, and then turned cold, and said, "You have to die?"

The first person in Japan was punched in the head, completely breaking through the upper limit of the ninjas' imagination, so these ten people were highly nervous, staring at Ling Anqi, and no one said a word.

The sword they hold is the Japanese sword, which is known as the world's three most famous blades, and is as famous as the Damascus sword and the Malayklux sword.

Japanese swords, on the other hand, are divided into taiji, dacha, and rib swords according to their length and size.

Among them, the Taidao is the longest, the blade is basically more than one meter, and it is made of Japanese jade steel, and each knife has a special forger.

Japanese swords are very famous in the world, and the craftsmanship is also quite excellent, and it is not bragging to blow off hair and cut iron like mud. However, it is difficult to make and cannot be mass-produced, and it still needs to be made manually, and each knife is expensive, and some can even be regarded as works of art.

The knives carried by these ninja masked men were all made by famous Japanese craftsmen, some of which have been passed down from their families in the 19th century and have been preserved to this day, and the names of the swordsmiths and taidao are engraved on the handles.

Some are called "Kagemaru Kiri", some are called "Magic Knife Aoi Pattern", and some are called "Hijikata Suigo", all of which are famous blades with Japanese heritage, brought into customs by Japanese dignitaries through a special relationship, and it is not a lie to divide a bull into two halves under a single blow.

At this time, the ten famous blades were aimed at Ling Anqi, forming a knife formation, sealing all angles, no matter how powerful you are, you will turn into pieces of minced meat under the sharp blades.

Ling Anqi suddenly raised her head to the sky and let out a clear roar, with her as the center of the circle, a sonic boom exploded, and the strong air pressure hit out in all directions without dead ends.

The ten masked men bore the brunt of the attack, and for a moment they fell to the ground, their face towels were blown open, and the knives in their hands were unstable and almost fell to the ground.

More than a dozen headlamps overhead were shattered, and fragments of lampshades made of transparent composite plastic poured down.

The nearby table was blown away by the strong air current, and the items on the table were swept away.

The crowd of onlookers more than 20 meters away seemed to be pushed by an invisible big hand and fell to the people behind.

The power of a roar was terrifying, and for a while, everyone's face was like earth.

Ling Anqi launched in an instant, using his left foot as the axis, and his right leg was thrown out with a hula, sweeping at the root of the ear of a ninja in front of him.

The force was so great that it was comparable to a powerful pile driver, and the man didn't react at all, and his head burst on the spot.

The rest of the Japanese masters came to their senses, clenched the sword in their hands, and shouted wildly, slashing at Ling Anqi with their milking strength.

In the face of such a strong enemy, no one dared to hide their secrets, and they used their martial arts to press the bottom of the box, and they must slash Ling Anqi under the knife, and the narrow audience was full of swords and swords.

"Slash against the wind!" The short warrior with a strip of white cloth on his forehead jumped high, grabbed the famous sword Shadow Pill with both hands, and slashed at the Heavenly Spirit Cover on Ling Anqi's head.

"Asuka three-stage strike!" The tall and thin man with a black belt around his waist held a magic knife sunflower pattern, and stabbed Ling Anqi in the back of his neck, back of the heart, and back of the waist with a brush.

"Tengu draws the knife and flows!" The pimple boy with his calves tied to his leggings slashed towards Ling Anqi's waist.

"Beichen Flash Cut!" The middle-aged man with a chrysanthemum coat of arms on his chest threw out a sharp blade in his hand and cut towards Ling Anqi's left shoulder.

"Meteor Juhe Slash!" The young man with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose held a knife and drew a Z-shaped route in mid-air, enveloping Ling Anqi's body.

In an instant, Ling Anqi rose from the ground and rushed into the air, the speed was too fast, and it looked like his feet were equipped with rocket thrusters.

All the indomitable moves of the Japanese samurai were all slashed.

“よくない！”

“しまった！”

The warriors shouted wildly, unable to regain their momentum, and slashed from all directions towards the direction where Ling Anqi had been standing, sparks sparked from each other's blades.

Ling Anqi jumped to a height of two meters in mid-air and reached the end, a slight stagnation in the air, and his right foot was pulled forward, kicking the third person's head.

Because the blood mist from the previous samurai's head shot was still filling, it coincided with the blood sprayed by this samurai, causing a real bloody rain in the small half of the audience.

Human beings are highly adaptable, both physically and psychologically. When they witnessed Yosuke Takami's death for the first time, they thought that death had come to the world. When the second samurai was beaten in full view, people just felt disgusted and scared.

When the third person is like this again, people already have a sense of surprise.

Ling Anqi's body fell heavily behind the encirclement of ten people, and when he turned around, he grabbed it, and his fingers directly broke through the muscles and bones, piercing through the chest of the fourth warrior from the back of his heart.

She latched the corpse with her left hand, unhurriedly pulled out her bloody right hand, and pushed away the still warm corpse like garbage, and swung out the knife, immediately cutting off the neck of the fifth person.

It's not so much about cutting, it's about Ling Anqi's extremely fast speed tearing off the other party.

From the stupid girl jumping to the fall, it was just two or three seconds, killing three people in an instant, every attack was an unparalleled crush, full of shocking sense of strength and speed, and there was a sense of tragedy of destruction, which was suffocating and desperate.

Her gestures are as if she were performing an aria from the opera Faust, and her singing is gorgeous and beautiful, full of emotion, and her voice is tactful, pathetic and holy, reaching into the depths of heaven.

The silly girl was stained with the blood of the enemy, and she was all red.

She didn't care, grabbed a samurai and lifted it high, and threw it to the ground hard.

There was a loud bang, and the thick wooden floor was smashed into a large hole, and the wooden floors formed by pieces flew one after another, revealing the wooden keel structure inside and the steel plate of the hull at the bottom.

The hapless samurai was struck violently and killed instantly, his body torn apart and his internal organs scattered.

Seeing this, the other five Japanese samurai all lost their fighting spirit, their worldview completely collapsed, and they fell into the abyss of fear, their knees fluttered, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Many trembled and shed tears of fear. There is also an endocrine disorder caused by excessive tension, and his stomach twitches non-stop, holding his stomach and vomiting.

At this time, they were all scared into thinking walking corpses, and even if they could leave alive, they would probably become waste.

Song Baojun found that the situation had been almost cleaned up, and said in a timely manner: "Qiqi, so be it, there is no need to fight anymore." ”

"Yes, sir. The silly girl looked back and smiled, charming and charming.

Song Baojun beckoned: "Qiqi, come here." ”

Ling Anqi walked towards him very quietly, opened her arms and hugged Song Baojun in her arms, and said with pity: "Sir, I won't let people bully you, I will do what I say." ”

The blood stained on Song Baojun's head and face.

The security guards tentatively stepped forward and found that the silly girl had no intention of attacking, so they controlled the remaining Japanese samurai.

The staff took the stage to collect the broken bodies of Yosuke Takami and his comrades, and no one felt sorry for these Japanese who were proud and boundless a minute ago, and the new king of the underground boxing stadium was born.

The destructive personality in Ling Anqi's body subsided, and the cute personality regained its dominant position.

The general manager of the Death Arena, several managers, and other personnel all rushed over to discuss the aftermath.

How to deal with the situation in front of you really depends on the ability of the arena: the panicked and panicked guests, some of whom were extremely uncomfortable with it, causing symptoms of fainting and vomiting, what happened to Yosuke Takami and his lackeys, what attitude should be used to face Song Baojun and Ling Anqi, how to reach a compromise with Yan Yu, who was deeply involved, and the aftermath of Ling Anqi's superpower display......

A large number of staff dispersed to comfort the frightened guests and guide everyone to exit the venue in an orderly manner, and the guests who won the bet could redeem chips at the main desk. Medical staff rushed to treat the symptomatic guests.

Liu Xiaoxuan, who came with Song Baojun, was specially accommodated, and was invited by the manager to the conference room to drink tea and chat, and entertain her.

A well-dressed female manager stepped forward with a chuckle and said, "Mr. Song, Miss Ling, our arena is preparing for the gambling compensation related to Mr. Yan Yu after the game, please go to the shower room to change your clothes." ”

"Lead the way ahead. Song Baojun said. In fact, the shower room was in the lounge, and he deliberately put on a score, in fact, to test the attitude of the arena.

The female manager smiled and bowed and bent over, saying, "Please come with me." ”

The female manager led them to the internal VIP lounge - it is important to know that the participating fighters are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, ordinary fighters with a low win rate are only eligible to use the ordinary lounge, and senior fighters are eligible to use the VIP lounge.

The female manager chuckled and said, "We'll do it soon, please wait." "Cover the doorway.

Two more staff members who looked like flight attendants pushed the door and brought two sets of clothes, one for Song Baojun to change into, and one for Ling Anqi's evening dress.

The staff searched the entire cruise ship, and barely found a set of clothes that fit her body type, the quality is not so good, and the style is a little outdated, for which the two staff members apologized sincerely for a long time.

Only Song Baojun and Ling Anqi were left in the lounge, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little delicate.

The stupid girl with thick nerves didn't seem to experience any discomfort, and took off her blood-stained T-shirt and pants in front of Song Baojun, naked, and didn't care at all.