First, a Chinese-uniformed Japanese servant who deliberately dragged back a few steps sneered, clenched the still sheathed Japanese knife in his hand, and strode towards Ding Anbang, who was at the forefront of the Wucun Army. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe wolf's intentions couldn't be more obvious, he wanted to kill this Yuan Dynasty pig who had been causing trouble for the leader.

In the eyes of the leader of the Wakos, who considered themselves far more intelligent than those of Middle-earth, it would be easy to kill this annoying Yuan Dynasty pig, just as they had killed several Yuan Dynasty pigs. The same thought was the same thing when he rushed out of his sword, and his gaze at Ding Anbang was so disdainful and contemptuous, as if he was looking at a dead man.

But the final result was beyond the expectations of all the pirates.

Ding Anbang, who was still on horseback a moment ago, had already lifted himself from the saddle when the widow began to grasp the sword. He gently pushed the horse's neck, and the horse's path immediately deviated diagonally, and Ding Anbang jumped up with the inertia just now. His body twisted slightly in the air, and he wiped his clothes to avoid the so-called sword drawing technique that the would-be would.

Ding Anbang's body, which seemed to have been lucky enough to avoid a blow, was still moving forward, but because there was no internal force to follow, and there was no sufficiently developed body muscles to generate enough strength at the beginning, Ding Anbang began to fall rapidly. The sudden change in trajectory made Ding Anbang and the widow almost collide directly.

Suddenly dodged by his opponent's "instinctive" reaction and almost hit him, the unsuccessful man felt that he had really lost a lot of face today. Just as he was thinking about quickly killing the pig, the widow found that he couldn't seem to turn his head anymore, and there seemed to be the sound of air and liquid flowing between his throats. Tree such as the web address: heiyaпge off the mouth of the heart chapter

What was the hot liquid that filled his chest?Who was the blood that was splattering in the air?Why couldn't he see or hear?

Ding Anbang ignored the already dead wolf, he rolled up on the ground, and straightened up as soon as he raised his breath, and while the other side was still stunned, the Tang knife in his hand pushed and pushed, and opened an absolutely untreatable blood groove on the side of the wolf's throat in front of him.

The Wucun army rushed at this time, and two of the horsemen rushed to Ding Anbang's side accurately. Zheng Sanfat, who had lost a lot of fat, picked up Ding Anbang, shouted the word "kill" in his mouth, and smashed Ding Anbang straight like a cannonball with more and more powerful brute force.

The shouts of killing resumed, and the Japanese had to put away their contempt. Especially when he saw that Ding Anbang actually dared to fly alone, the leader of the Japanese Kou was no longer as calm or even leisurely as before. He pulled out his lunge with a strange scream, pulled his back with his chest, and held the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, staring at Ding Anbang who flew straight away.

The three Tartar spies who still wanted to watch a good show suddenly turned around and ran away as if they had fallen into an evil spirit when they saw Ding Anbang's appearance clearly. Their tacit understanding at this moment has completely reached the extreme, and the three of them fled in three directions, all of them used all their abilities and abilities, and they didn't care about each other.

The sudden escape of the three Yuan court spies apparently surprised the leader of the Japanese Bandits. Ding Anbang, who was also a little surprised, was more prepared than the leader of the Japanese Bandits, and he would not be too surprised to be recognized by others because of his amnesia, and even when he first began to see those Tartars, Ding Anbang was thinking about whether he could become a chaotic enemy. So this seems to be a surprise for both sides in an instant, but it should actually be regarded as the beginning of the leader of the Japanese Bandits losing the opportunity.

Ding Anbang held the knife like a hug, and the whole person smashed directly into the body of the leader of the Japanese Bandits.

Of course, even if he loses the opportunity, the leader of the Japanese will not think that he is about to lose. He was proud of his sword-drawing skills, and had used this trick to reap hundreds of lives, so what if he was a moment slower?

The leader of the Japanese invaders pushed his sword and drew it, and the air resounded with the sharp sound of a blade breaking through the air, a near-perfect draw that was enough to make him proud. But the result of this knife was not quite in line with the leader of the Japanese Bandits, because Ding Anbang, who happened to be hit, was safe and sound, and once again used the group of muscles and muscles that he could not perfectly control to make an unexpected sudden fall. This time, Ding Anbang hid even more beautifully, and the other party's unsheathed knife didn't even cut the corners of his clothes.

Ding Anbang, who landed with a knife, sneered, clenched his hands in his hand, and the Tang knife in the middle palace went straight forward, and his body pressed forward with the forward momentum. The leader of the Japanese who had failed to draw his sword screamed and turned his wrist horizontally, and the power of his waist and legs poured into his arm and sent it to the knife, and he aimed at Ding Anbang's waist to cut him in two.

The knife in Ding Anbang's hand crossed and pressed the weight of his body diagonally against the sharpened blade. His body re-erected with the opponent's powerful and heavy slash, and a burst of sparks emerged from the frantically rubbing Tang knife and the Japanese knife, but Ding Anbang had changed his move again, and he had already dragged his opponent into his own game.

Obviously, one is an ordinary person who has lost his martial arts and holds a knife too much, and the other is a down-and-out samurai who kills people like hemp knives and has some reputation in the Wa Kingdom, but it is this leader who should have the upper hand who should have gained the upper hand was forcibly dragged into the hand-to-hand combat that the warriors, especially the masters, most disdainfully by Ding Anbang, who should have been defeated or even dead.

The sound of dense metal friction began to sound continuously, and Ding Anbang, who was always holding a knife in both hands, looked like a splash who could not beat him, and he stuck it on the leader of the Japanese Bandit desperately. And the leader of the Japanese who has a bitter self-knowledge has already found that the opponent is actually using a very clever adhesive knife technique, but I don't know why this Ding Anbang's body method is very sluggish, and he always needs to exert his hands to produce an effective attack.

The two who fought for their lives did not have much time to test each other, because both Ding Anbang and the leader of the Japanese Bandits hoped to resolve the battle as soon as possible and boost their morale. So when the two simply exchanged a few tricks, especially when the leader of the Japanese invaders thought that he had figured out the details of his opponent, they invariably chose to take the risk.

The leader of the Japanese invaders decided to fight for a knife in the left rib, and wanted to directly cut off the opponent's right arm. Ding Anbang took even greater risks, directly crossing the Tang Dao and holding the whistling sword under the armpit of his right arm, and then his whole person was provoked into the air.

The Tang knife did not break as the leader of the Japanese invaders imagined, and Ding Anbang did not take off his weapon as he thought and then fly out with his right arm. But the heat and cold wind in his neck seemed familiar, and the leader of the Japanese robbers let go of the sword in his hand, which had followed him for many years, and felt a huge opening in his neck.

"I don't have the strength to cut it with a knife, and the strength to cut my neck is all borrowed from you. Ding Anbang's voice came from behind the leader of the Japanese Bandits, and at the same time there was the sound of a crossbow firing machine.

The three Tartars, who were far from being extremely feathers, did not escape far at this time, so two of them were killed instantly by the special short crossbow in Ding Anbang's hand. But the third person was obviously good at martial arts, and he not only avoided the crossbow arrows, but also stopped and turned to look at Ding Anbang with a puzzled expression.