"You're not going to fight me? Why are you here if you don't fight me? Come and surrender? Dismount, kneel, kowtow! "Ren Laifeng has never been polite to devils.

The Japanese ronin's face turned red, probably angry. But this guy really has a turtle belly, although his face is as red as a monkey's buttocks, but he is not angry, this guy turned over and dismounted and still used his chin to face Ren Laifeng.

"I'm looking for Mr. Feng Wenying. I heard that Mr. Feng is strong in martial arts, so I came to him to learn martial arts! Otherwise, Mr. Ren Laifeng can do it too. Mr. Ren Laifeng is a general of the guerrillas, and he is also qualified to fight with me. As for the others, they are not qualified to fight with me Kazuo Miyamoto yet! ”

This guy is crazy! But you are crazy, you have to have arrogant capital. You didn't even know anyone and came here to play arrogant, isn't this a frog at the bottom of a well?

"Your name is Kazuo Miyamoto? Okay, Kazuo Miyamoto, you look up at me again, believe it or not I'll smash your jaw with one shot! Do you think your chin looks good? I think it's far worse than the old lady's heel! ”

"Coax-" A burst of laughter sounded behind Ren Laifeng, and several devils who came with him jumped to their feet and scolded angrily. Kazuo Miyamoto's face turned into a big red cloth again. But this kid knows that he can change his mistakes, and he immediately straightened his face. "I want to see Mr. Feng!" Kazuo Miyamoto still remembers the super master Feng Wenying in his mind.

"Whew! What kind of thing are you? Just because you look like a toad, you want to see Mr. Feng? Besides Mr. Feng, don't you still want to see Ren Laifeng? I am. Kazuo Miyamoto, do you want to compete with me? Come on, I'm used to guns, so you use your katana. I'll have two knives for you with one gun, and we'll look at each other. See if my gun killed you first? Or did your knife hit me first? I'll count to three, and we'll start together! ”

Ren Laifeng "clicked" and loaded the pistol, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Kazuo Miyamoto!

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! "Kazuo Miyamoto took small steps under his feet, and his body magically moved two steps to the side, instantly dodging the muzzle of Ren Laifeng's gun." I won't fight with you, I'm going to duel with Mr. Feng Wenying! ”

This guy has a Feng Wenying in one mouth, and he is annoyed when he comes to the wind, he really wants to give this guy a big cover with one shot at this time! I've seen an eyeless idiot, I've never seen such an eyeless idiot! My woman, is her name also what you can call casually?

"Brother Feng." There was a soft call from behind him, and Ren Laifeng didn't need to look back to know that it was Feng Wenying, "What are you doing here?" Let me clean up this idiot first! ”

"Brother Feng, since you said he was an idiot, why are you angry with him? Isn't he going to challenge Chinese kung fu? If he doesn't suffer a little, he still thinks that Japanese kung fu is really invincible in the world. Today, I will let him open his eyes and let him see the breadth and profundity of my Chinese martial arts, which is not something that he, an ignorant wolf, can understand! ”

"Okay, be careful, then." Feng Wenying has already raised the competition to the height of competing for honor between the two countries, and it would be inappropriate to let the wind stop it again.

Ren Laifeng took the initiative to step aside, and Feng Wenying walked to the opposite of Miyamoto Kazuo and stopped, "I am the Feng Wenying you are looking for." Kazuo Miyamoto, how are you going to fight? Is it the end of the competition between the two sides? Or is it a never-ending duel to the death? ”

This is not a life-and-death fight on the battlefield, this is a challenge from one warrior to another, Feng Wenying first set the rules in accordance with the customs of the rivers and lakes.

"You are Feng Wenying? Yo West. Kazuo Miyamoto did not despise Feng Wenying because she was a woman, but her face was solemn, "The competition between us, we must go all out!" Life and death don't matter. ”

"Good. Let's go! After saying this, Feng Wenying's arm pulled out a bright steel knife from behind his body. This knife is Ren Laifeng, he once followed Han Fuqu and Sun Tongxuan of the Northwest Military Department to resist the Japanese in Shandong, and this knife was left at that time. Although he later switched to the north and south, Ren Laifeng's big knife was never thrown away.

The knife is no longer the same as it used to be, but now it is made of good steel. The knife technique is no longer the original eight slashes against the wind, but has been replaced by Feng Wenying's knife technique. Feng Wenying's attainments in knives are quite high, and he also learns when he is free. But he has too many things to do, and he doesn't have so much time to learn knives, and his knife skills are limited. So this knife is basically owned by Feng Wenying now.

This knife Feng Wenying doesn't always carry on her back, usually she hands it over to Wuyun to carry. There are tasks in the past few days, Feng Wenying brought a steel knife with him, and he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

The steel knife was unsheathed and casually put on a starting hand, Feng Wenying's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the opponent. Kazuo Miyamoto pulled out his long knife and clenched his hands tightly, staring at Feng Wenying, it seemed that he didn't see anything famous, but he already felt that Feng Wenying was not easy to deal with.

For devils, it's the same whether it's easy to deal with or not, and it doesn't have much impact on them. The guy threw the knife up and shouted, "Ah! He took a small step and walked over to Feng Wenying.

When the two of them were less than ten meters apart, Kazuo Miyamoto suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, he used all his strength with a knife in both hands to slash straight down like lightning! This is called concentrating all the strength and leaving no back hand to slash with all your might! It is the essence of Japan's famous sword drawing technique.

Swish! A knife slashed over, Miyamoto Kazuo looked around in amazement, neither felt that he had slashed anyone, nor did he feel that he had encountered any resistance, and the knife was just cut into the air. Feng Wenying sneered from behind him, and then, Kazuo Miyamoto, the eighth dan of Japanese kendo, felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, and his whole body left the ground like a cloud!

"Ahh

Even if this kid has a lot of experience in beating, he raised his face up and pushed down with both hands at the moment of landing, so he could be regarded as maintaining an unbroken phase. Otherwise, he would have to break the bridge of his nose and lose all his teeth.

Ren Laifeng took a look, oh, I said that this guy is fine, why do you keep tilting your chin, it turns out that he usually practices too much and develops a habit. Lead, lead, teach.

Although protective measures were taken and the facial features were not fallen, this fall was really not light, and Miyamoto Kazuo did not get up for a long time. The devils in the back looked stupid, and none of them even came to help him, leaving Miyamoto Kazuo alone on his stomach underground.

Feng Wenying walked over and gently touched him with her toes, "Hey, Kazuo Miyamoto, how are you?" ”