Burst!

No one could see what was happening.

At Fujita's side, one of the disciples had fallen.

"Saiyou!"

Fujita Yu was even more surprised, the people who could sit next to him were naturally the best disciples like Igashi.

This disciple's eyebrows were a little red, because his forehead had been pierced, and when he fell, blood flowed out of the back of his head, gradually wetting the ground.

"Damn! You eight dogs do things, don't you have a bit of samurai spirit? ”

Fujita became even angrier and approached Guido.

"Do the ants on the ground dare to call themselves samurai? Joke! ”

Guido scolded coldly, and Fujita Yu had already stepped closer.

As the master of the dojo, Fujita Xiong's combat power is actually second only to the top ten families in the capital of the Xia Kingdom.

Not to mention the Japanese tactics he cultivated, only the realm, he was also practicing qi above the eightfold level, step by step, and the ground shook at this time, which was too amazing.

"You'd better not move, this dojo is one person at a time, but it's all eight dogs."

Guido sat still, still not looking.

Rumble!

The combat power is like thunder, and Fujita's fist has been revealed, with a cracking sound, which is the sonic boom caused by exceeding the speed of sound.

Guido raised his hand,

The sound of the tuk tuk kept ringing, and the wooden windows on the four walls of the hall were dotted with holes.

And in the gym, all the disciples, including Fujita Yu, have slowly fallen, and everyone has blood holes on their bodies.

The only one who was not injured could only be Yuka Fujita.

"The wine is good, but it's wasted."

Guido looked at the empty wine glass in his hand and sighed, and raised it casually in his hand before.

The wine flies out and turns into hops, which is powerful against the sky.

At this moment, Fujita Xiong sat on the ground, but he did not die, but if he was not treated for a long time, he would definitely die of excessive blood loss.

The disciples who fell behind him didn't scream too much.

This Guido's combat power is not understandable to him at all, at least on the foundation.

Fujita Xiong can't build the foundation, how can he know the realm above the foundation and what the details are.

"Such a bloody breath!"

In the gym, Fujita Yuka fell into despair, and after a moment, someone spoke out outside the gym.

His voice was old, but he was quite majestic.

"Swordmaster!"

In the dojo, those half-dead disciples, including Yuka Fujita, all let out exclamations.

Outside the gym, everyone stepped in, and it was Hashimoto Shintsu, who appeared in the courtyard with a large number of people.

Hashimoto Shintsu frowned, a look of annoyance evident in his eyes.

"Lord Swordmaster, you seem to have arrived a few minutes early."

Guido sat still and didn't move, watching Yuka Fujita run out of the arena with an extremely indifferent look in his eyes.

"The Eight Dogs are claimed to be the representatives of the Great Tengu, don't they have a bit of bushido spirit, why do they kill indiscriminately?"

Hashimoto Shintsu held the hilt of his sword in his hand, his eyes filled with anger.

He pinched the time to come over, naturally because of his noble status and where the shelf was.

But he obviously didn't expect to pinch the time to pinch out such a result.

"Lord Sword Saint, it may be that he is old and only one has died, what is it called indiscriminate killing? I'm just showing force, lest they don't know whether they are alive or dead. ”

Guido smiled, and this time stood up, still with a sneer in his eyes.

Seeing its movement, Hashimoto Shintsu had a knife in his hand, and he was slowly drawing his knife.

Yuka Fujita had already arrived at the hospital.

He Jianghai indifferently glanced at the field, but reached out and pulled Fujita Yuka to his side.

"I don't understand what they're saying."

He lowered his tone, just to ask Yuka Fujita to be his translator.

Fujita Yuka was extremely helpless, and had no choice but to give him a rough idea.

It's all up to this, He Jianghai still has to translate, and it is really the genius practice of the top ten families in the capital of Xia Kingdom.

……

"Bring out your blade!"

Hashimoto Shinzu drew his sword and rebuked Guido again.

"I don't use any blades."

Guido stood in the room, a little condescending.

Hum!

Hashimoto Shinjin snorted coldly, and threw the knife out, and someone next to him had already picked up the knife.

The present is not only a competition, but also a life and death.

Even though the country of Izuri is a national war in the Warring States Period, it also pays attention to this set, the legion fights, the samurai appear first to divide life and death, and then there is a melee.

Sometimes, even the samurai split the victory and defeat, and the battle ended.

Fairness is important.

"The Sword Saint is really conceited, but do you know why you use a knife?"

Seeing Hashimoto Shinzu throwing the knife, Guido instead put his hand into his arms, his eyes full of mockery.

"The knife is the ancestor of my hundred soldiers in Japan, Hashimoto is famous for his knife skills, so he naturally uses a knife, but to deal with you, it is enough to use his bare hands."

Hashimoto Shinjin was extremely indifferent, and in the tone of his eyes, he was still proud and conceited.

"Hehe, Your Excellency may be able to use a knife in my hand, go three rounds, if you don't use a knife, I don't need to shoot at all."

Guido snorted again.

Look for death!

Rumble!

In a second, the phantoms stacked up, and Hashimoto was standing in place, but his shadow suddenly turned into ten, and that was because his body was too amazing.

His punch slammed right ahead, and in a matter of seconds, he was about to enter the room.

The power of the first strike, if you don't reach it, you can't capture its body.

But in the actual scene, before Hashimoto enters the room, Guido has also been released.

The bridge itself is a shadow, and Guido is only a single shadow, and he does not move, but moves towards the outside of the house in an instant.

He passed through the phantom shell of Hashimoto, and when he breathed, he was already standing on the threshold.

Hashimoto turned his back to him, as if he had stood still in time.

Suffocation!

In the courtyard, following Hashimoto, the people who entered at the same time were nothing more than sluggish.

Guido was staring coldly at the courtyard.

Hashimoto turned slowly, but he couldn't move, and then he knelt on the ground, his eyes gloomy.

He, the Xijing Sword Saint, can crush the dojo even if he doesn't use a knife.

His strength was never an assumption.

And now, poured so crisply, this Guido not only did not brag, but even conservatively estimated.

He is holding a knife, and he may not be able to catch the other party's Sanhe.

"I don't know what the name of the Sword Saint thinks, but in fact, he is just a bad old man, and he is not qualified to duel with me at all."

Guido was extremely arrogant.

"Hashimoto Juggernaut!"

At this time, all the people screamed.

"The strength of the eight dogs is really against the sky, I lost!"

Hashimoto Shintsu had a bleak look in his eyes, and his breath was also ugly.

"Even I, Hashimoto, am not the opponent of the Eight Dogs, so the dojo will choose to surrender!"

In a moment, Hashimoto was on the road again, and now that he was sitting on the ground, he chose to lean against the wall, and he had no strength to stand up at all.

Plop and plop!

In an instant, beside He Jianghai, the middle-aged people who were extremely shocked had already knelt down first.

He frowned, and could only roughly understand what was happening.