Chapter 168: The duel between beauties

The Japanese officer who was fighting against Tang Qiuli came up and hurt the killer, wanting to kill him quickly, the blade had already approached the top of Tang Qiuli's head, looking at Tang Qiuli's standing body, this garbage thought that this little white face was scared stupid.

He forgot who shot Koizumi Ichiro's kick, a cruel smile hung on his face, the figure flashed, the knife flew, the person fell, and the mouth spat blood, the Japanese officer desperately struggled to get up, in vain, he fell down, motionless, only the pair of fierce eyes that had been dilated, unwilling to open the round.

With only one move, Tang Qiuli put the Japanese officer in a state of near death, and the hall was extremely quiet, there was no applause, no applause, and the guests were stunned by this scene.

Looking at this boy who seemed to be in place without moving, with fluttering white clothes and an indifferent smile on his face, an uncontrollable fear suddenly rose in the hearts of the guests.

In fact, they overestimated this Japanese officer, in Tang Qiuli's eyes, he was not even an opponent, at best he was a garbage who was eager to be reincarnated.

There was a commotion in the hall, the guests exchanged heads, Takashima never thought of this kind of ending, in her opinion, the worst, Komura can also support for a while, you know, Komura is in the consulate, and he is also a master in the top five, who knows, one move will make this surnamed Qiu settled, look at it, the possibility of survival is extremely small.

Another thing that I didn't expect was that this person dared to kill the killer, and the situation was completely unexpected by her, and there were already two people who died under his hands indirectly or directly.

Can't let Hashimoto go on again, he is not the opponent of this boy in China, as soon as Takashima gritted his teeth, he was about to challenge Tang Qiuli, there was a commotion at the door, and more than a dozen Japanese ronins broke in, Takashima was overjoyed, this is the samurai of the Fujiwara Dojo of the Japanese martial arts hall in Tianjin, to support him.

Like a gust of wind, eight Japanese samurai surrounded Tang Qiuli in the middle, and the guests who had just been tortured by Tang Qiuli's chic and ruthless heart lifted again, this time it was eight murderous Japanese samurai, can this Mr. Qiu deal with it?

Tang Qiuli seemed to be fine, and took the time to smile brightly at Xiao Ling, this smile, the spring breeze turned into a willow like a warm heart, not only Xiao Ling's heart was full of sweetness, those noble ladies, Kuotai, rich ladies, just felt that their hearts were violently hit by a heavy hammer, and a strange feeling spread rapidly in their hearts, tonight, I don't know how many resentful men and women are destined to lose sleep for him and Xiao Ling.

Tang Qiuli made a gesture towards the mountain tiger, and the mountain tiger, who understood it, took a pair of chopsticks and sent it to him, and the guests were in an uproar, didn't this boy use chopsticks to deal with eight sharp long knives?

In fact, under the watchful eyes of the guests, the field moved, eight black shadows, eight snow-bright long knives, around a white shadow constantly rotated, the white shadow, like a frightening shuttle in the middle of the black shadow, from time to time there were chopsticks that were cut off the field, the guests were nervous and breathless.

Suddenly, the picture froze, the nine figures stopped moving, the eight Japanese samurai maintained the posture of holding the sword, and Tang Qiuli also stood quietly in the field, still in the encirclement, the scene was strange and peculiar.

Suddenly, the eight Japanese samurai, in the shape of a fan, with Tang Qiuli as the center of the circle, fell on their backs, and in each person's left eye, there was a chopstick inserted, and the strength of the chopsticks was so great that it actually leaked out from the back of their heads, and the blood on the beach stained the carpet red.

The guests were completely petrified, and with a pair of chopsticks, they killed eight fierce Japanese samurai, is this boy still human? What is his origin, such martial arts, just circulated in legends, but I didn't expect to witness it today.

Takashima's face turned pale, she finally understood that this boy's martial arts had reached the point of being superb, and he was vicious, killing with one blow, without mercy, this boy who killed like a god, who is he? Why did he kill the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire, and he had a deep hatred for the Empire?

Suddenly, she shivered, and suddenly remembered a person, that is, the commander of the anti-Japanese bloody hand regiment who caused heavy casualties to the Kwantung Army in Manchuria, bloody hand Qiuli, that's right, it must be him, Qiuli, the same name, which made hundreds of thousands of Japanese Imperial soldiers die, no wonder he has the smell of iron-blooded soldiers, it turns out that his hands are stained with the blood of loyal warriors of the empire.

Takashima stopped other Japanese samurai who still wanted to rush up, and in the Japanese Consulate in Tianjin, it was this Takashimano Yuri who could be called the number one master, this woman not only had great kung fu under the bed, but also had very good martial arts.

Wearing a gorgeous evening dress, snow-white skin, plump body, and holding a katana in his hand, such a shape looks funny and weird, Takashimano Yuri can't help but make a move, she knows that the Japanese samurai present, except for her, no one is a bloody opponent, even if it is herself, it is reluctant, but, for the dignity of the Japanese Empire, even if he fights for his life, he must get rid of this person, his danger to the great cause of the empire is too great.

Tang Qiuli's heart did not have the slightest pity for this Japanese woman, in his opinion, all Japanese people are garbage, full of aggression in their bones, and he will never show mercy to his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling slowly stood up and walked to Tang Qiuli's side, it was obvious that she was going to take over this scene, with Tang Qiuli's observation of Gao Dao, she knew that this woman's martial arts were very powerful, although she was not as good as herself and the mountain tiger, but she was no different from Xiao Ling.

He glanced at Xiao Ling with some concern, he knew Xiao Ling's intentions very well, on this occasion, even if he won the battle, he would not win, and women did not have this concern about women, Xiao Ling did not want the image of his lover to be tarnished and questioned a little.

He thought about it, if he didn't let Xiaoling face the battle, I was afraid that there would be a shadow in her heart, and she would think that she doubted her ability, and it would also affect the relationship between the two people, the girl in love was very sensitive, and he wanted to hug in his arms, it was still the girl from before, not Xiaoling, who had some inferiority.

are also two outstanding women, one is gorgeous, one is pure, one is murderous, one is introverted, the same slender but not weak waist, one is charming, and one is like autumn water, separated by a distance of more than ten meters, hitting the spark of the debut.

Looking at the two beautiful women facing each other in the field, the guests had an indescribable feeling in their hearts, why vendetta, is a beautiful life used to destroy?

More people are worried about Xiao Ling, that Gao Dao, obviously overwhelmed Xiao Ling in murderous aura, really sweating for that beautiful Mrs. Qiu, everyone also knows that in this case, it is impossible for either party to back down, that will destroy the national prestige, personal honor and disgrace are small, and the national image is big, this is a never-ending dead end, which can only be solved with blood.

Tang Qiuli saw that Xiao Ling was still empty-handed, and there was no chance of winning against the war knife on Gao Dao, he pulled out the treasure knife from Battle's back, sent it to Xiao Ling with concern, and patted Xiao Ling's face gently, this time, Xiao Ling was generous, and her cheeks were crimson, and she felt the encouragement of her lover in her heart, and her confidence increased greatly.

Those female guests couldn't help but feel their hearts beating wildly, but they hoped that a slender hand would touch their faces, and Takashimano Lily was even more angry, and she was affectionate in front of her, but she took herself seriously at all

Tang Qiuli did this, completely aimed at Gao Dao's weakness, he found that this woman was very arrogant, her eyes were empty, the more he ignored her existence, the more he could arouse her anger, looking at Gao Dao's iron-blue face, Tang Qiuli smiled secretly in his heart, he lost this long, the balance of victory, poured on Xiao Ling's side.

Battle's big knife, with a wide blade and a thick back, is specially used by men, and Xiao Ling looks very big when she holds it in her hand, but when Xiao Ling concentrates and holds the knife in her hand, everyone is surprised to find that this big knife has been integrated with Xiao Ling.

It's not surprising at all, Battle and Xiao Ling may spend more time together than Tang Qiuli, and Xiao Ling is no longer familiar with her brother's knife.

Takashima put away her contempt, she felt that Xiao Ling's momentum was growing, she couldn't wait any longer, stepping on small broken steps, twisting her elastic waist, her skirt floated up, and she was in front of Xiao Ling in an instant.

A touch of knife light, Bai Lian slashed towards the top of Xiao Ling's head, this woman's shot, fierce and old-fashioned, Xiao Ling turned sideways and followed the knife, meeting Takashima's blade, "Dangchang" A crisp sound, the two knives connected, Takashima did not use the old move, drew the knife with his hand, turned his wrist, and the knife light slashed towards Xiao Ling's white neck.

The two beautiful women fought together, the sound of Qingyue's knife strikes was endless, a colorful, elegant figure, staggered back and forth, the long skirt fluttering, Xiaoling couldn't do it like Takashima, jumping up, the skirt floated, * The light is infinite, white and tender**, revealing everything, the underwear is under the eyes of the onlookers, she hates wearing a skirt today, and she can't let go of her hands and feet, so she can only try her best to defend.

Takashima is like a female leopard, her slender waist is full of dynamics, she jumps up arbitrarily, steps sideways, no matter what her * light leaks, anyway, her body is not a virgin * woman's land, I don't know how many men's plows are tired, because she has no scruples, Takashima is very open, and the breasts on her chest, with her every movement, are making waves, if it is not for a murderous weapon in her hand, she is simply a dancing girl.

Although Xiao Ling is on the defensive, her footwork is not chaotic at all, her graceful posture is as elegant as the wind swinging willows, compared to the shape of Takashima Wild Lily like a mad tiger, Xiao Ling's demeanor is as indifferent as the sky after the rain.

After fighting for a while, Takashima found that his rainstorm-like offensive did not break through Xiaoling's defense, just like a soft, tough willow branch, let you wind violently, without any loss.

Takashima knows that his main attack will not work for a long time, and he will definitely consume his body, and it is really hard to say what the situation will be when the time comes.

(To be continued)