"Yaga." Seeing that his way was blocked, Funakoshi Yuhiro was very annoyed.

"Eight what eight, then eight Lao Tzu let you be the king of eight." Hearing these two harsh voices, Jin Haotian said very unhappily.

"Ah, go die." Funakoshi Yuhiro roared angrily, then rushed forward, and entangled with Jin Haotian with his bare hands.

Just now, he couldn't kill Jin Haotian with a knife in his hand, and now he is bare-handed against Jin Haotian who is holding a knife, and the result is conceivable, after a few moves, he didn't take advantage of it at all, but was slashed a few times by Jin Haotian with his own knife, if he hadn't dodged in time with his agility, maybe he would be a dead man now.

"Yours, take a knife against me with your bare hands, what kind of hero is it, throw away the weapon in your hand, and I will fight with my bare hands for three hundred rounds." Funakoshi Yuhao, who was not lightly injured, saw an opportunity, jumped out of the circle, gasped, covered a wound on his left arm with his right hand, and said sarcastically, trying to use the agitation method to make Jin Haotian throw away the knife in his hand, and also have a fair duel with him with his bare hands.

If it was an ordinary martial arts person, he might have fallen for him and taken advantage of his heart, but it's a pity that he met Jin Haotian, who has received so many years of special forces training and special combat, there is no so-called fair fight in his consciousness at all, and what they have is how to achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost. With a sharp blade in hand, of course, there is no reason for him to throw it away.

Therefore, when he heard Yuhiro Funakoshi's words, he couldn't help but smile faintly: "Hehe, throw away the weapon and have a fair duel with you?" Is it because my brain is in the water or are you in the wrong nerves, are we in the ring now? It's really sick. ”

After saying that, it was a few tricks to brush up, although Funakoshi Yuhiro tried his best to dodge but still hit a few moves, and the flesh and skin on his body not only brought her ** pain, but also brought her a painful blow to her soul.

Unexpectedly, the head teacher of the dignified Black Dragon Society, the master of the island country's martial arts rankings, was beaten into such a miserable situation by a young man who was not even his own age in the possession, which couldn't help but make his old face a little unbearable.

What to do? Judging from the current situation, let alone with bare hands, even if you give yourself a knife, you may not be able to win him. He thought to himself.

"Holding a broken knife, making a few rough knife techniques is like killing your grandfather and me, it's really a fool's dream, now let grandpa and I teach you how to make a knife." Just when Funakoshi Yuhiro was thinking hard about how to solve the current predicament, Jin Haotian on the other side held the knife that was still bleeding from the knife, and said disdainfully.

"Why are you not convinced? Look at the moves. Looking at the fire-breathing eyes of Yuhiro Funakoshi, Jin Haotian smiled faintly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw him take a step, and the whole person shot out like an arrow from the string.

Chopping, sweeping, teasing, hooking, wiping, dialing and other knife techniques continued to come out of Jin Haotian's hands.

This time, Jin Haotian was purely showing his superb sword skills, and when he didn't make physical contact with Funakoshi Yuhiro, he would turn the blade and use his back to contact Funakoshi Yuhiro, otherwise a trip to the knife was not over, and he was likely to go to his Amaterasu to report.

Looking at the young man in front of him, holding his own knife, wrapping his head around his head, light and soft, rigid and soft, continuous, the movement is like a dancer dancing, very graceful and chic.

Outsiders will definitely have a refreshing feeling when they see it, but Yuhiro Funakoshi, who is deeply trapped in it, feels an endless chill, which is the feeling of stepping on the ghost gate.

How much he hoped that Jin Haotian could happily end his life with a knife to himself, instead of suffering this endless torture here.

But it was obvious that Jin Haotian would not fulfill his wishes, but continued to use superb sword skills to ravage him.

A dignified master of the island country's heavenly list, now he has almost become a dehaired pig, and the clothes on his body gradually left his body with Jin Haotian's airtight knife technique, and now only the small inner with the characteristics of the island country is left, and the ashamed Funakoshi Yuhao of such a scene is very impenetrable and delves into the crack in the ground and leaves.

Humiliation.

Humiliation like never before.

It seems that there is only one trick to use.

Funakoshi Yuhiro thought coldly in his heart, otherwise he would not be able to wash away this shame, as the so-called soldier can be killed, but not humiliated.

His heart was broken after ineffective several of his most smug retreats, but the dignity of the samurai aroused his desire for revenge, so he decided to take the plunge and resort to that move.

I saw him make a strange gesture, then he said something in his mouth, and then poked himself violently.

Within a few seconds, a strange phenomenon happened in front of Jin Haotian.

Yuhiro Funakoshi, who was still standing in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared.

"Huh." Jin Haotian was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, it seems that this old guy is still a master of retreat, and he will even hide, because he has seen this information, otherwise he will really be caught off guard by him, and he may even hang here.

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost, see how Lao Tzu cleans you up." Jin Haotian said lightly, and then, he slammed the knife heavily on the ground, and at the same time put his hands behind each other, his right hand in his hand, and placed a handprint of Lao Jun riding a green ox upside down, and at the same time there were words in his mouth, and then the void cleaned up a few times with a strange way.

Hearing only a loud "boom", the boat Yue Xionghao, who had been invisible just now, suddenly flew into the air, spitting out a mouthful of blood, like rain and mist spraying in the air.

"Boom."

After a few seconds of freefall, Funakoshi fell to the ground.

The moment he landed, he endured the severe pain in his body, supported the ground with both hands, twisted his waist, and then rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, which dissolved the huge impact in his body.

"Hmph, the pearl of rice grains also dares to compete with the sun and the moon. With such a little fur, you dare to say that your ancestors are wild in front of you, and you are really impatient to live. Jin Haotian said coldly and sarcastically.

Funakoshi Yuhao looked at Jin Haotian with a dejected expression.

Unexpectedly, at the cost of his life, he used a secret method to stimulate his body's potential, and he finally used the retreat, but he didn't even touch the other party's clothes, and he was cracked by the other party, and he also suffered serious internal injuries.

At this moment, he was really a little scared, judging from the contact just now, the young man opposite was obviously not a good man and a woman, and he would definitely not let go of his master and apprentice, maybe it was really like what he just said, he wanted to cut off his head, so that he would never be able to turn over.

As soon as this kind of negative feelings come up, it is difficult to suppress them, but they quickly spread in the heart.

What to do?

What to do?

With his current physical condition, it is difficult to escape through the guò escape technique.

Besides, the retreat technique was of no use to this person at all, and just as he was meditating, he saw a pair of legs.

At this moment, these legs are like a life-saving straw for him, and if they are used well, they can not only help him get out of his current predicament, but may even be able to complete the Black Dragon Secret Order of the Lord of the Trunk.