Zheng Jieming was suddenly attacked indiscriminately by the devil, and he was both angry and felt a little guilty. But he saw that Hua Bong and this devil seemed to be very familiar with each other, and asked him to talk everywhere, I didn't know what Hua Bong came to find this devil for, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in his heart.

Fuck your uncle! If you Hua Feng is not there, Lao Tzu will collapse this dog day with one shot! Although Zheng Jieming put away the gun, the gun did not retract, he kept enough distance from the devil and was ready to shoot at any time.

"You want to fight me?" Murata asked Hua Bong with an arrogant smile, "Just because of your limp now?" ”

Hua Bong sneered and stopped talking. Holding the long stick in his right hand and posing as a fighter.

"Haha, Hua Fengjun, I've watched your movie, tearing the devil and Ip Man." Murata said, "Do you want the whole obscene drama?" ”

Murata had just pulled out his knife, and Hua Bong twisted his body with a stick, from top to bottom, right in Murata's head.

Murata was stunned by the blow, and then fixed his eyes, roaring and raising his knife to rush forward.

Hua Bong shifted the front side of the stick to the knife, changed the direction of the knife, and then inserted the stick forward, flicked it hard to Murata's side, and pulled the stick under Murata's armpit.

Murata took a step back, his eyes fixed on the stick, his face flushed, but he couldn't speak.

"Don't associate me with those, and who is lustful with you? The two of us have fought so many times, which time do I need to be obscene when I hit you? Hua Bong threw the stick aside, took two bamboo knives from the knife holder, and threw one to Murata, "Have you ever used that knife?" Reluctant to cut zombies, right? I won't be able to take it for a while, and it's a pity that I'm missing a mouth. ”

Yukoku's knives are not suitable for hard hitting. Imitation knives can't stand the toss, even if it's a real knife, the best point of focus for slashing is a small section of the front end of the knife. If you don't focus properly and slash at the zombie's head, you won't be able to cut it many times. If you're a beginner with a little bit of skill, a little brute force - oops? Click!

Murata is indeed reluctant to use this knife, and when he slashes zombies, he mainly uses another short knife on his body.

Murata respectfully placed the knife on the knife holder and lifted the bamboo knife.

Zheng Jieming watched it funny on the side, his anger at this devil suddenly broke down, and he watched the flowers with great interest to tease him. He began to understand why Hwabong was talking to the devil.

"Ready? Begin? Hua Bong said, posing as the "upper section" of the Yukuni Kendo, which is an all-out attack and almost no defense.

Murata, on the other hand, adopted the "middle section", which is the most conventional stance that can both attack and defend. As soon as he took a stance, he immediately thrust the bamboo knife towards Hua Feng's neck.

Hwabong leaned slightly to the left, let out a loud shout, and hit Murata in the head from top to bottom. With a crisp "Smack!" Zheng Jieming only saw the front section of the bamboo knife hit Murata, the bamboo knife shook with force, and Murata fell to the ground with a howl.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to put you on the armor." Hua Feng put down the bamboo knife and deliberately bowed to Murata respectfully.

Annoyed, Murata pulled a short knife out of his bosom with his right hand and stabbed it into Hanabong's abdomen. Seeing this, Zheng Jieming immediately took out his pistol and prepared to shoot. Hua Feng's left leg was lame, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he simply twisted his waist to the right, buckled Murata's right wrist with his left hand, grabbed Murata's right forearm with his right hand, and his left arm resisted the opponent's forearm, and his body turned to the right and fell to the ground on his own initiative.

This fall caused Murata to lose his balance. Murata's wrists and arms were locked by Hua Bong, and the wrist joints were buckled backwards, and only a click was heard, and the short knife fell to the ground, and the person also fell facing the sky in an extremely twisted posture.

"Put! Put せ! Murata howled in pain.

"Awesome." I can't do this trick by myself. If you encounter this situation yourself, I'm afraid you can only retreat and dodge, Zheng Jieming thought.

"Put the gun away, this kid is so virtuous, he didn't hurt me once." Hua Feng saw Zheng Jieming holding a gun and said very calmly.

Zheng Jieming retracted the gun to his waist again.

"Murata, you've known me for three or two years, why haven't you grown at all?" Hua Bong let Murata go and kicked away the short knife on the ground, "I said no malice, why are you so impulsive?" ”

Then he grabbed Murata by the collar and approached him, "Do you really think I'm here to ask you for a katana?" ”

"Didn't you just say you wanted to borrow a knife? So what do you want? Murata looked at Hua Bong with an embarrassed expression.

Hua Bong straightened Murata's collar and stood up, "I'm going to borrow another thing from your basement collection." Your broken knife is your lifeblood, you keep it for yourself, we don't need that kind of thing that is useless, slender and not long-lasting. ”

Murata was in front, reluctantly leading the two of them to the back room, turning left into a corridor and ending in a downward staircase. The three of them went down and got darker and darker, Murata felt the wall, and when he reached the end, he felt a switch, turned on the light, and the light flickered dimly.

"Separate power supply?" Zheng Jieming asked Hua Feng.

"It's a storage of electricity." Hua Bong explained that he had obviously been here and was familiar with the road.

Directly in front of it is an iron door with a combination lock on the right side, which Murata blocked with his hand and pressed it to push it open.

Hua Bong looked back at Zheng Jieming, who had been thinking that if Murata was already dead, he would try to break the combination lock with a gun.

The house was also pitch black, and Murata reached behind the door and flipped another switch.

Under the dim light, the scene in front of him shocked Zheng Jieming.

Directly in front of it is a row of Youguo armor, all of which are of all shapes, some of them are unicorns in front of them, and some of them are antlers, all with hideous cheeks.

On the left is a row of knife holders with various katana swords on display. Underneath the knife holder, there are all kinds of instant noodles, biscuits, and mineral water, which are the results of Murata's search in the past few days.

Hua Feng walked straight to the knife cabinet on the right, where all kinds of fine knives were displayed.

"That's what I want." Hua Bong pointed to one of them.

The sword was in a box, in the corner, and was not displayed.

Hua Bong smashed open the glass counter and took out the box.

Zheng Jieming leaned forward, and Hua Feng opened the box and took out a Han sword. This sword, the scabbard is exquisite, the pattern is rounded, and it looks very elegant.

Hua Feng pulled out his sword, and the sword body was thick and steady, emitting a cold light. The sword has eight sides, and the blade is straight forward, and finally closes at the tip of the blade.

Different from Youguo's knife, Youguo's knife has an arc, and the sword body is full of evil and murderous aura, while this one, upright, gives people a more righteous and domineering feeling.

"That's it." Hua Feng collected the sword and took it away.

"Won't you pick a katana?" Murata asked Hua Bong with a red and green face. Zheng Jieming felt strange, this product was reluctant to borrow a knife before, but now he took the initiative to send it to the door.

"No, this one is good." Hua Bong looked at Murata and sneered.

Zheng Jieming felt that the relationship between these two people was very strange, they knew each other, but they seemed to have their own thoughts.

Murata took out a katana from the cabinet, this sword had a jet-black scabbard, and when he pulled out the knife, the edge of the knife glowed ghostly.

"Can this sword be worse than yours?" Murata was in a rather complicated mood at this time, although he felt very distressed that his sword was taken away, but the feeling that his country's sword was compared to Zhongzhou's sword made him even more unconvinced.

Hua Bong glanced back, this knife is indeed good.

"Since you are kind enough to give it, then I will take it too." Habbong smiled and took the katana. Then he generously took out a bottle of knife oil from the cabinet and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go!" Hua Feng gestured to Zheng Jieming.

"Live well, Murata-kun, thank you for your sword and sword." Hua Bong didn't look back and said.

Zheng Jieming glanced back at Murata.

Murata stood helplessly.

The two walked out of the Japanese room.

"Who are you? How do you know him so well? ”

"Who can I be? It's just a bastard who practices boxing and martial arts. Hua Bong turned his head and smiled, put the katana into his backpack, and the long stick was stuck diagonally on the bag, holding the Han sword, "Have you known this for two or three years?" This kid came to the gym to make a fuss, and I knocked him down. This service is hard or soft, it's so familiar. ”

"And who is he?"

"This kid is the son of the ambassador, who has lived in Zhongzhou for a long time and opened a gym, but basically it is only open to Youguo people. I was the first Zhongzhou person to come and go freely in his gym. Hua Feng said, "Originally, I thought that since this kid is the son of the ambassador, he may know some information from the outside." ”

Zheng Jieming's heart flashed his sister.

"He attacked me just now, if you weren't there, I would kill him." Although Zheng Jieming's anger has subsided at this time, he is still obsessed with the past.

Hua Feng smiled, "I'm used to it, this product will have to fight with me every once in a while, so I'm familiar with it." This guy, if you don't beat him down, he will always be so arrogant. When he stopped, he was very polite, and when he got rid of his scars, he started barking again, so he had to be taught lessons from time to time. ”

The two climbed over the iron gate, walked out of the alley, and returned to Qingquan Street.

There were two zombies on the side of the road moving side by side in this direction, and when they saw the two of them, they quickened their pace.

Zheng Jieming wanted to rush up and cut it.

Hua Feng stopped Zheng Jieming, pulled out the Han sword, handed the scabbard to Zheng Jieming, and held the hilt of the sword with both hands.

The two zombies pounced on Hua Feng, his left leg was lame, with his right leg as a fulcrum, he turned around and swung his sword, the sword body drew a semi-circular arc, and from the top right to the bottom left, he slashed at the zombie on the right side, and the zombie was cut into two pieces from the neck to the armpit.

At this time, the tip of the blade slanted down to the left, Hua Feng's wrist flicked, his left leg lame to the ground, and the sword was slammed upwards with both hands, and the sword slashed towards the face of the zombie on the left.

The tip of the blade rushed into the sky, and corpse blood slid down the tip of the blade and slid across the blade.

Zheng Jieming sighed again and again behind him, and he suddenly felt that his previous slashing was rough and barbaric. And the person in front of him hides the good in the evil, but there is beauty in the rough killing.

"You can fight so well, why are you still lame in your legs? Isn't that scientific? ”

"There were so many people in that gang that they almost kidnapped my sister at the time." Hua Bong didn't look back. shook off the blood on the sword, took the scabbard, only put the scabbard into the backpack, and limped forward with the Han sword in his right hand.