After a few casual shakes of the rattan, Shen Mo tapped his feet.

"Smack!"

This rattan was like an arm in the silent hand, so fast that he could barely see the shadow of a rattan.

It's like an overwhelming net, pressing directly towards Takeshita for a long time.

Seeing this, Takeshita Masahisa stared at each other, took a step forward with his left foot, and then drew the long sword at his waist.

In his eyes, although there were many shadows of this rattan, there was always only one in Shen Mo's hand.

As long as he found the trace of the rattan in Shen Mo's hand, then he could break it directly, and suddenly, in the shadow of the rattan, he found that one of the shadows was very solid.

So a sneer immediately appeared on his face, but he didn't notice that Shen Mo also showed a hint of mockery at this time.

"Open it for me!"

Takeshita Masahisa shook his right hand violently, and the long sword in his hand, which gathered the strength of his whole body, slashed directly towards the shadow.

"What?!"

As soon as his long sword touched this shadow, this shadow disappeared, and at this time, how could he not know that this was a flaw that Shen Mo deliberately sold?

He watched as his hand shifted to the right with inertia, and immediately took control of his form.

Such a good opportunity, how could Shen Mo miss it.

I saw that the overwhelming rattan was directly drawn towards Takeshita Masahisa's body.

At first, only one sound was heard.

Then, there was a series of "pop pop" sounds.

Masaha Takeshita, who smoked it, didn't have time to react at all.

However, even if he could react, he couldn't stop the rattan from tumbling.

"Shhh

Those Japanese swordsmen who were kneeling around, and some rich second generations, gasped one after another.

Silence's move was too fierce, and they didn't dare to think that if they were Takeshita Masahisa, they wouldn't be able to take it.

"No, it won't! Master Takeshita didn't have the slightest power to fight back! ”

"Could it be that Master Takeshita released the water?"

"Possibly! I think it's a flaw that Master Takeshita deliberately sells. ”

"Well, otherwise, Master Takeshita's sword that cut through the waterfall would have split this called silence in half a long time ago."

"In my opinion, Master Takeshita should want to test the strength of this called silence."

"Yes, Master Takeshita is a rare genius in our kendo, and only in this way can he explain it!"

“……”

Listening to those self-hypnotic words, He Laosan pursed his mouth, "Didn't you see the face of the so-called Master Takeshita?" Also, have you chosen to forget about his injuries? ”

As soon as He Laosan said this, those Japanese swordsmen who chose to self-hypnotize stared at He Laosan, and they would not admit that Takeshita Masajiu might as well be silent.

"Bang Bang ......"

The silent hand danced quickly, and the rattan kept whipping Takeshita for a long time.

At this time, he had been pressed to the ground by rattan, and his clothes were also torn into strips at this time.

The criss-crossing scars, the surface of which was still oozing with drops of red blood, with the whipping of the rattan, the blood beads were more and more.

The sound of the thrashing became more and more rhythmic, and some people even began to writhe.

"Is this your so-called master in Japan? It seems that your Japanese kendo is really not good, but I didn't expect that you couldn't even catch a rattan, it's really rubbish! ”

He Laosan was already extremely excited when he saw the silent and stress-free movements, and he also remembered how those swordsmen touted Takeshita Masahisa before.

"Don't talk nonsense, Masaha Takeshita can't represent our Japanese kendo at all!"

"That's right! Japanese kendo is broad and profound, how can one person represent it?! ”

"You're talking nonsense with your eyes open, there are more powerful kendo masters in Japan than Takeshita Masahisa, you just defeated one of the most useless, don't want to confuse the public!"

“……”

Those Japanese swordsmen, after seeing that Takeshita Masahisa couldn't even take a silent move, immediately changed their mouths.

Anne was sitting on the side, her hands were tightly clasped together, although she knew that Shen Mo would definitely win, but she was inevitably a little worried in her heart.

There was another sound of "pop ......", and Takeshita Masahisa finally couldn't support it.

"I, I throw in the towel!"

He screamed, completely ignoring his face.

If he continued to smoke like this, he felt that he would definitely die under this rattan.

"You're convinced?"

Shen looked at him faintly, but the rattan in his hand did not slow down a little.

"I ...... I'm convinced! ”

Takeshita pleaded for a long time.

As soon as Shen Mo's wrist speed was retracted, the bloodstained rattan appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who else would like to try?"

Looking around, Shen Mo asked.

Those swordsmen avoided the silent gaze one after another, and none of them dared to play.

"Huh."

Silent smiled disdainfully and walked over to Anne's side.

"Brother Shen, you wielding rattan is too ...... Honestly, do you have that particular fetish?! ”

He Laosan was shocked and looked at Anne with a wicked smile.

Hearing his words, he was silent on the black line on his forehead, which is a special fetish.

Anne looked at Shen Mo with some confusion and asked, "What special fetish?" ”

Shen Mo glanced at He Laosan a little speechlessly, and explained: "Don't pay attention to him, he will die if he doesn't speak." ”

After that, he silently held Annie's little hand, not planning to pay attention to He Laosan anymore.

Just as they were about to leave, Takeshita Masaha rushed all the way over, looking in his direction, it was clear that he was going towards Anne.

"Brother Shen, be careful!"

After He Laosan saw Takeshita Masahisa's figure, he immediately shouted.

"Look for death!"

Shen Mo turned slightly, his eyes were like two sharp blades, and the rattan in his right hand followed.

"Hey, hey!"

Takeshita Masahisa smiled lewdly, and immediately turned to the right, while his left hand reached into his waist.

When his hand appeared, a short knife reflecting a strange light appeared in his hand.

And his target, stunned, was a silent chest.

"Give me death!"

Takeshita Masahisa looked at Shen Mo with a hideous face, just now, he made himself a big ugly.

If you don't avenge this revenge, you swear not to be a man!

But he also underestimated the silence too much, and looked down on himself too much.

I saw Shen Mo's right hand turn sharply, and the rattan in his hand, when it was pulled down, made an extremely sharp sound of breaking wind.

"What......s!"

Takeshita was staring at the rattan for a long time, and it was only then that he realized that Shen Mo had not made a full attack before.

"Bang!"

The rattan was pumped to the floor, and it shattered the floor.

"Tick, tick, tick......" followed by a series of dripping sounds.

(End of chapter)