Leng Feng shook his head, "I don't know what's going on, I'm not a secretary of the ministry, nor a temple of Honglu Temple, how do I know these things?" But then again, do you just want to challenge the Central Plains martial arts by swinging in the ring to attract the emperor's attention? ”

"Why not?" Soga Jiro smiled slightly, "Datang is admired by our small country, so Datang's martial arts should also be the same existence as the sect master, why worry that we will win?" ”

It seems that they are very confident in their own skills?

Leng Feng looked at Tang Jin and the mustachioed warrior who were already ready, then looked at the weapons in their hands, and asked him, "It's easy to be killed and injured when you put on the blade, what do you think?" ”

Soga Jiro nodded, "Although it's a competition, but there are times when the blade doesn't have long eyes, so that's the case, so let's live and die, how about it?" ”

Leng Feng also nodded and looked at Tang Jin, "How is it?" ”

No one can casually dominate the lives of others, this life and death ring, if Tang Jin does not agree, Leng Feng will not force him to go.

Tang Jin nodded firmly, "Yes." ”

Although he has not officially been on the battlefield, Tang Jin is really not afraid of hard work.

The mustachioed samurai raised his katana horizontally, squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Jin, his small eyes showed a superb light, although the opponent had a spear in his hand, he took advantage of him, but he didn't care at all.

The samurai of the Soga clan have always had two ways to go, killing the enemy or dying at the hands of the enemy.

Leng Feng sat cross-legged across from Soga Jiro on the edge of the field, and after sitting down, he said to Soga Jiro, "Let's start!" ”

Soga Jiro nodded and looked at a samurai on the right, who took out a brass bell and rang it vigorously!

Bite!

The crisp sound, along with the brass bell, was the sound of the tip of the gun and the katana colliding, and the two people, no one was distracted, and they reacted the moment the bell rang.

Seeing the mustachioed warrior retreat again and again in Tang Jin's frantic attack, Leng Feng couldn't help but nodded, this warrior of the Su family is still good. Tang Jin's gun, if you use the poke technique, can resist his attack so many times, it is definitely not ordinary.

After all, even Huang Zerui, who also practiced the one-hit killing stabbing technique, often suffered in his hands when he practiced.

Jingle Bell!

Every time Tang Jin poked, he was resisted by the mustachioed warrior, but even so, he was forced to retreat again and again, and he was about to retreat to the edge of the field.

And on the side of the venue, it is his master Soga Jiro.

Can't go back anymore!

The mustachioed warrior gritted his teeth, let go of an empty door of his own, and took a hard shot from Tang Jin with his left shoulder, swinging his knife to force Tang Jin to retreat.

With one shot, Tang Jin didn't love to fight at all, and quickly retreated to Leng Feng's side, putting on a good posture, and beware of the mustachioed warrior.

The shot in the mustachioed samurai wasn't too severe, but blood still came out and dripped down his samurai suit.

See blood!

Although the two government soldiers were beaten up just now, they were only flesh wounds, and there was no blood, but at this time, when they saw blood, the surrounding people quieted down for a moment.

The mustachioed samurai glanced at his wounds, and there was a raging anger in his small eyes, the samurai's body could not be crippled, and a qualified, top-level samurai could not even have any wounds caused by weapons.

At this time, he was stabbed, still in front of the Lord, and the burning pain on his face even overshadowed the pain of the wound.

"Yaga!"

Hearing the voice of the mustachioed warrior, Tang Jin's eyes did not leave him, and asked Leng Feng, "Guogong, what did he just say?" Yaga? What does it mean? ”

Leng Feng smiled slightly, "Translated into our Tang dialect, it is similar to the meaning of 'bastard', anyway, it scolds you." ”

"Hey, hey, hey........." Tang Jin let out a smug smile, the enemy's pain is his own glory!

"Yaga? Jiuga, you can't beat me! ”

After Tang Jin finished speaking, Leng Feng translated in Chinese, "Baga? Jiugao buy wow, I he's boiling to death Gudofake Nayi. ”

There should not be much difference between the Japanese dialect of later generations and the Japanese dialect of the Tang Dynasty, right?

“！”

Su Jiro looked at Leng Feng in shock, this Guogong, actually know their words? How is this possible? There was not much communication between the Tang Dynasty and the Wa Kingdom, and during the Sui Dynasty, they sent people to the Sui Dynasty, just because of the language differences.

As a last resort, they found people who could speak the three Chinese languages of Goryeo, Datang, and U Kingdom, and successfully understood each other's meanings.

Since then, learning Tang dialect has become the first hobby of the Japanese elite, and books such as the Tao Te Ching, which have been collected since the Sui Dynasty, were only available to high-ranking nobles and emperors, and were owned by commoners and low-ranking officials, but were capital crimes.

In Soga Jiro's opinion, the people of the Central Plains were proud, so proud that they disdained to learn their Japanese dialect, and he originally thought that the Tang Kingdom at this time was the same.

However, he met a man today who understood their words, and in this case, they should behave carefully in their words and deeds here!

Hearing Leng Feng's translation, the mustachioed warrior became even angrier, he simply took off his shirt and rushed towards Tang Jin shirtless, looking like he was not dying.

Tang Jin was not afraid at all, and shook the head of the gun, and the gun was like a snake, so that people couldn't guess where he was going to poke.

Burst!

The sound of a blade entering flesh.

Tang Jin tore off the only sticky piece of fabric left on his arm and threw it to the ground, before trying to pull out the tip of the spear that poked the mustache at the throat of the fast warrior.

It couldn't be pulled, because the mustachioed samurai's hand gripped the tip of the spear too tightly.

In the end, he was so fast that not only did he force the mustachioed samurai to change direction with the sword that slashed at his head, but the mustachioed samurai quickly grabbed the hand at the throat, and did not prevent the tip of the spear from hitting the target.

Nirvana! The throat is the key point of people, and at this time in the Tang Dynasty, if the throat is seriously injured, it is death, and there is no second way to go.

Seeing that his own people were killed, Soga Jiro didn't react at all, just waved his sleeves, and two of his men came on, broke his hands, and took off the spear. Closing his dead eyes, he wrapped the mustachioed samurai in the shape of a mummy with a white cloth and carried him down.

Surprisingly, the warrior who got Tang Jin's spear returned it to Tang Jin with both hands, respectfully, without a hint of anger.

Although the Wa race is very annoying, they are still very polite to the strong.

Soga Jiro clapped his hands, "What a fast gun!" Good guns! It seems that Tang Guo is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, this little boy wearing the uniform of the Academy of Literature, has such martial arts, it really opened my eyes! ”

Leng Feng smiled, "That's natural, I have a lot of people in the mountains and wilderness of the Tang Dynasty, and what is revealed is just the tip of the iceberg!" "Full Book - Free Full Book Reading Network