Gao Ming sighed, but his subordinates were not slow, and the "shovel" on his shoulder thrust into his side like lightning.

In the eyes of everyone, the iron rod actually came first, until the tail was inserted into the granite ground like tofu, and the sword light came.

Hearing only the crisp sound of "ding", Chiba Toichiro, who was still lying on the ground, rose up and swung the knife at Gao Ming's foot and slashed directly at the steel gun.

"Tsk, the knife is very sharp, and it should be good to take it back and cut vegetables." Gao Ming looked at a knife mark a few centimeters deep left on the steel barrel, and couldn't help but praise sincerely.

To tell the truth, the sword technique stolen by the Japanese people from ancient China is not much, but the technology of this knife casting is a solid learning, and the Tang knife casting skills of hundreds of refinements are carried forward, even today's China is not as good as it.

Hearing Gao Ming's teasing, Chiba Toichiro raised his bloodstained head in despair, staring at Gao Ming's delicate face that made him extremely disgusted.

Until now, he has only made three moves in total, and he still doesn't understand what kind of monster he is facing, this ruffian-looking Chinese young man is really the strongest master he has encountered since his debut, and even the old man who defeated the Ross boxing king Petrov is inferior.

Thinking that his beloved katana might be taken back by this person and hung on the wall as a trophy, and that the glory of the samurai of the Wakuni Kingdom would become a medal for him to show off, Toichiro Chiba's heart gradually sank into the abyss.

"Don't look at it, no matter how you look at it, you can't see a flower, if you lie on the ground like this and beg me to spare you, I can barely think about it." Gao Ming looked at the samurai of the Japanese Kingdom whose nose was flattened and his mouth was swollen like a sausage, and replied to his previous words as they were.

There was silence in the audience that should have cheered, maybe everyone hoped that Gao Ming could win, but absolutely no one could have thought that he would win so easily and quickly, until now, Gao Ming has only kicked a total of one kick and put a few poss.

And the samurai of the Japanese Kingdom, who had not been able to live before, lay at his feet with a blue nose and swollen face, and became a grandson.

This is really too mysterious.

Is Gao Ming too strong? Or is this Japanese samurai too weak?

"Old man, what do you think of this Japanese man? Why is it so watery? The white fat man was stunned with his mouth wide open.

The cousin who kicked the warrior of the Flying Wa Kingdom was too stylish, and he felt incredible.

"Very strong, not much weaker than Petrov. If he takes the knife, Petrov will die. Li Zhenfeng commented very earnestly.

If this little devil named Chiba Toichiro takes the knife, the old man will feel that it is a big trouble, and his most proficient strong eagle claw skill will lose more and win less against this iron and clay knife. Of course, the old man will not be stupid enough to fight the enemy empty-handed, he wants to use a gun, and the little devil is also looking for death.

It's just that it will definitely not be as easy as Gao Ming.

In terms of a certain Cheng dù, even Li Zhenfeng has to admit that with the level of Gao Ming on the stage at this time, he is not an opponent.

Thinking that he still had the idea of accepting Gao Ming as an apprentice before, the old man wiped his sweat first, but fortunately he didn't say it all over the world like looking for a white fat man, it was the rhythm of being laughed to death.

With such an apprentice, what kind of master should his master be? Thinking of this, Gao Ming, who was standing in the stands of Li Zhenfeng, was full of fire in his eyes, perhaps, Gao Ming was the key to his ability to step into the third step.

"Old man, what are you trying to do? Don't you want to go up to my cousin to fight, then I still advise you to forget it, he is young and strong, but you are old and decrepit, and you can't do it. The white fat man was startled by the sudden heat in the old man's eyes, and kindly persuaded him.

"You seem to have a bit of a point, old man, you can't compare to the young man." When the old man heard the words of the white fat man, he couldn't help but be a little depressed, if he was more than twenty years younger, he really wanted to find Gao Ming to compare, not for victory or defeat, but for self-breakthrough.

But now, I'm afraid that there is no breakthrough, and it is possible to crush.

"By the way, what did you just say? Color decay? The depressed old man reacted, is this Nima a prostitute picking a prostitute?

"No, no, it's frailty, you're almost eighty years old." The white fat man reacted quickly and hurriedly made up for the slip of the tongue just now.

Not to mention the old and young people in the audience who were gags there because they were in a happy mood.

Chiba Toichiro on the stage was humiliated by Gao Ming, and now he knows what it means: Those who insult others are always humiliated.

Seeing that the Japanese warrior lay on the ground and didn't reply, his nose bone was broken, his mouth was rotten, and his face was covered with blood and was very miserable, it wouldn't be much fun for such a rookie to fight again, Gao Ming's heart was also a little calmer.

Shaking his head, he said: "Don't think that you will be coaxed after winning a few games in your island country, go back and learn from your master for a few more years, the size of Huaxia is not something you frogs at the bottom of the well can imagine." ”

After speaking, Gao Ming didn't care about the iron rod inserted on the stage, turned around and left.

Chiba Toichiro, who was staring at Gao Ming's back, had a cold light in his eyes, sat up suddenly, raised the sword in his hand and threw it at Gao Ming's vest.

Watching the blade fly towards Gao Ming's vest like lightning, Chiba Toichiro smiled fiercely, "Yaga, you go and die." ”

He Chiba Toichiro didn't admit defeat, and after waiting for a long time, Chiba Toichiro waited for the opportunity for this powerful opponent to relax.

Who made him careless? In the field of life and death duels, the meaning is synonymous with death.

Under his move, there are many martial artists who die in his hands who are higher than his realm. He was confident that under this move of "death to the enemy", the desperately powerful enemy would definitely not be able to dodge, it was a knife that drained all the strength of his body, even his soul.

That knife, within ten meters, was even faster than the bullet that had just been discharged. No one could dodge it at this distance, let alone Gao Ming, who was still facing away from him.

"The little devil is despicable."

"Ah, hide."

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, roaring angrily to remind Gao Ming, who was turning his back and walking back.

"Shameless." Li Zhenfeng's beard was squirting, his hand was squeezed violently, and two big holes were scratched on both sides of the solid wood sofa.

This knife, if it was him, it would not be something that could be dodged lightly.

Liang Wendong's face was like ashes in an instant, and his hands and feet were cold. He didn't expect that the shape would take such a sharp turn, and that the samurai of the Wa Kingdom would be so despicable.

This is not only Gao Ming, but even he, Liang Wendong, will be miserable by this bastard, as soon as he moves, he will order the subordinates around him who have been aiming at Chiba Toichiro for a long time to shoot. Even beating him into a hornet's nest was not enough to calm the anger in his heart.

When the samurai sat up, Gao Ming's ears moved slightly, and he understood Chiba Toichiro's desperate thoughts.

His face was cold, the internal force that had been dispersed in his body was running rapidly, his hands were as white as jade, and he didn't even bother to turn his head back, and he bent his middle finger and flicked it back.

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