Martial Spirit

The referee stepped off the stage, and the match between Long Woo and Suzuki Matsukei officially began. The two of them looked at each other angrily www.biquge.info and turned around the ring a few times, and a thick cloud of qi shrouded their bodies. The qi clouds around Long Yu were full of red light, like a rainbow of clouds. Suzuki Matsukei's body was surrounded by pure white qi clouds, and a faint blue light gathered on his palms. This rare phenomenon can only occur in martial artists with high internal strength, and only the owner of the martial soul will burst out with such powerful energy in an instant.

'Ahh Long Yu's arms shook, and he spun and flew a few times, and the palms of his hands were red and bloody, and there were slight qi pulses between his fingers. The smoke swirls around, there is a long wind for thousands of miles, the wind and clouds are moving, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

In this cold atmosphere, like the silence of a moonlit night, it suddenly struck, like thousands of troops and horses rushing together. The strength is tumbling like that happy life, and the love of life has become a sword and a long wind. A wave of anger was gushing all over the body, and the rivers and lakes were left to their own devices, and two cold winds pressed towards Suzuki Matsukei.

This martial art of the soul is the highest level of Jeet Kune Do, the seventh layer of the martial soul. There were cherry blossoms floating in the sky, and the cherry blossoms suddenly rained down, and the shadow of the fist covered Suzuki Matsuke. Between the lightning and flint, it is fate, it is an illusion, it is a strong wind blowing through the grasslands of the mortal world, and the falling sunlight is sprinkled on the earth. Suzuki Matsukei did not panic in the face of all this, as if as the fog dissipated, suddenly disappeared without a trace. In the vicissitudes of life, I saw a dust-forgetting smile on his face, and a chic affection, which seemed to be in the wind. The fierce fight made everyone's blood boil, and there were cheers everywhere, and it was the autumn rain accompanied by the breeze.

The rivers and lakes contain killing opportunities, and they are surrounded by each other, and the wonderful close-to-hand combat punches and feet, flips and moves, and kicks out of the air suddenly, which is terrifying. When martial arts are exerted to the extreme, it is like a lake of autumn water, and the powerful internal force suddenly wants to be quiet. Under the surface of the lake, the dark tide is turbulent, and the water is turbulent, which is the red sunrise Fuso, a moment of light. Long Yu and Suzuki Songjing collided with each other with their arms in mid-air, and Long Yu shouted violently: "Enlightenment! How can Japanese martial arts be compared with the Chinese nation! Suzuki Matsukei gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's try it and see who is stronger!" ”

The two fell in the ring at the same time, rolled over and got up, and got entangled together. The pace was unimaginably fast, and a series of internal forces collided in the air. Every punch carries the sound of the wind, like a flying arrow shot out, like the figure of a wave, like a floating cloud smiling proudly in the sky, like a green mountain and a pine. The wind was terrifying, and when he saw the blood sealing his throat, the light was wrapped in thunder, and the flying fists were powerful. Unparalleled power, broken jade and broken gold, revealing a murderous aura.

Suzuki Matsukei's legs flew up and down, sending a deadly attack at Long Yu, and suddenly bounced up, like waves stacking on a thousand peaks. Waves of continuous aura hit Long Yu's body, not giving people a chance to breathe, and attacked in a line, and when he passed by Long Yu, he couldn't help but punch Long Yu in the cheek. Long Yu felt a piercing pain hit him, beads of sweat ran down his forehead, and his eyes were blurred. Suzuki Matsukei caught up and kicked Long Yu hard. Long Yu continued to turn over in the ring to avoid Suzuki's attacks, and some viewers screamed: "It's not good that Long Yu is dangerous, be careful!" ”

Suzuki Matsukei's martial arts cultivation was exerted to the extreme, and there was only one way left in front of Long Yu in Huashan, and that was the Jedi counterattack. Long Yu suddenly turned and floated in the air, blocking Suzuki's attack with his fist, and now it was time to compare endurance, and whoever retreated first would inevitably face a fiasco. Long Yu silently thought in his heart: "At the critical moment of life and death, I must hold on, hold on!" Chinese martial arts must not be defeated by Japanese martial arts! "When a person is on the verge of death, his potential increases very quickly. Long Yu used his internal strength to hit out, and Suzuki Matsukei was shaken aside by the powerful force. Suzuki couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: It's really hard to believe that Long Yu was able to defuse my tricks and quickly counterattack, is this the great shift of the legend?

Long Yu smiled and said: "I haven't seen it, this is the highest level of Jeet Kune Do's 'Soul Capture'!" Come on, the real battle has just begun! Long Yu said that, beckoned to Suzuki Songjing, and shouted loudly: "Ah...... Yes...... Yikes...... Ah......h Suzuki staggered and fell, caught off guard by the sudden attack. Suzuki Matsukei just wanted to jump up and adjust, but Long Yu punched him in the cheek. "Yike...... Ah......h

The audience applauded thunderously, "Long Yu won!" Long Yu is the King of Fighters! The Japanese go home! Chinese are not the sick men of East Asia! Long live Jeet Kune Do! ”

Suzuki Matsukei reluctantly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You won this game!" I have a request, do you dare to test my weapons? If you don't dare, I won't admire you! ”

Long Yu readily agreed: "It's better than what I don't dare!" The Chinese nation has a righteous spirit, as long as you put forward the requirements of the competition, I will satisfy you, I will let you lose! ”

Suzuki Songjing smiled: "I didn't expect Long Yu that you are very righteous, so let's try it, right?" Suzuki Matsukei raised his head and shouted to the competition supervisor, "We want to test weapons, do you have any opinions?" ”

A gray-haired competition supervisor stood up and said, "You guys, we have no opinion!" We just need to be fair and impartial in the game! The competition is fully represented by your will, and all life and death are your own responsibility! ”

Suzuki Matsukei smiled lightly: "How about Long Yu take out your weapon, let's try again!" ”

Long Yu stretched out his hand and shouted, "Bring my nunchucks!" Fast! As soon as Long Yu's shout fell, a figure flew up from the stage, holding nunchucks in his hand, and jumped to the center of the ring. Long Yu raised his eyes and shouted, "Bring the weapon!" Bruce! Bruce walked up to Long Yu and handed the nunchucks to Long Yu, "Long Yu, you have to be careful, the sword skills of the Japanese samurai must not be taken lightly!" ”

Long Yu nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be careful!" ”

The nunchucks danced in Long Yu's hands, flickering and moving, and the sound of 'bang, bang', shook with his body. Long Yu shouted, and the nunchucks were whipped out like a steel whip, and then they were retracted, wrapped around their backs and arms.

Long Yu retracted his move, made a gesture, and said to Suzuki Matsukei, "Please! ”

Suzuki Matsukei glanced at Long Yu and shouted at the audience, "Bring my steel knife!" Japanese samurai sword! Invincible! ”

As soon as Suzuki Matsukei's shout ended, a ninja rolled over and jumped into the ring along a corner of the ring. "Childe, this is your katana, teach this arrogant guy a good lesson! The last training of the ancestor is to defeat all martial arts masters, and Japanese martial arts are like bright stars dominating the night sky! ”

Suzuki Matsukei held the steel sword, his expression was extremely solemn, "I will always remember my grandfather's teachings, you go down, I must not disgrace Japanese martial arts today!" If I die, please bury me at the foot of Mt. Fuji, I love to see the white snow and the cherry blossoms in full bloom. Recalling the figure in the red dust, maybe it was the end of a journey, maybe I could never see the brilliant morning sun again, maybe I was buried in the wind. All the vicissitudes of the world are gone, and only my affection is looking at the blue sky. I revisited, and the romantic feelings were in my heart, in the sky, between the blue waves, in the resentment, there was a lingering paragraph written in my heart. The silent courtyard, the figure of childhood, and the gentle smile of my lovely mother. If I die, please don't grieve for me, and when spring comes, I will bloom with the flowers. The lyrical songs, the cedar forests in the snow, the hot springs of Hokkaido, and every place I've ever been, all of them rely on my soul with a faint sentimentality. It's beautiful, my lover Yuriko, intoxicated in the wind and rain, revealing a reluctant figure to me. The sunset in the deep forest, the small plane trees, the gurgling sound of flowing water, dispersed the haze, I gazed at the river beach, leaving a dream of red dust. I am a passer-by, hurrying through the wind and rain, and my lonely heart wanders on the mountain path. The majestic mountains, the scenery of the rivers, and the frivolity of the southern country are singing leisurely. The clear spring water gushes out under the shade of the trees, and the tenderness of the spring breeze in Kyushu, Shikoku, and Tokyo is reflected in my heart. ”

Long Yu was trembling with anger while holding the nunchucks, "What are you still talking about?" Don't you want to compete? Suzuki Matsuke-kun, please wake up now! ”

Suzuki Matsujing was stunned and pulled out the steel knife, "Long Yu, let's start now!"

Long Yu smiled coldly: "Suzuki Matsu Jingjun, this time you can use your true skills, otherwise you won't have a chance!" ”

Suzuki Matsu Jingjun pulled out his katana and said proudly: "See, this is the real soul-chasing blade, I'm afraid it will be rare to see it in your life, like Luoyang in your dream, the night, the cold stars blowing, the lights of thousands of homes, a style, melting the ice and snow in the world!" The thousand-year-old Luoyang, a sad night, a moment of determination to live and die! ”