This is a hard bridge and hard horse power collision, no tricks.

Who has the upper hand?

As soon as the beginners of martial arts were counted, Yokota Oka swayed left and right and retreated seven steps, and the Seraphic Angel only slipped back two steps, and the advantages and disadvantages could be distinguished at a glance.

However, those who are skilled in martial arts think that Yokota Oka rushed forward, jumped up and swung his fist and smashed his body weight, and the opponent took such a heavy punch without moving, which seemed to be stronger in terms of strength alone.

The real master, the big guy, is another point of view.

This time, the fists and palms were touched, and both sides had reservations, and it was difficult to see who was strong and who was weak. But Yokotaoka was very clever in his tactics, shaking his body and taking seven steps back in a row, cleanly unloading the recoil. The man in black resisted hard, and his posture was indeed chic and calm, but he was afraid that at this moment, the qi and blood in his body would surge, and he would not be able to move. The dumb eats the yellow lotus, and there are words of suffering.

Contrary to the expectations of those bigwigs, the next action of the Seraphic Angel surprised everyone.

His outstretched right palm was not retracted, and the four fingers slowly closed, but the remaining index finger was hooked forward.

This gesture is understood by everyone on earth.

Sample, again!

Yokota Oka let out a low roar like a beast, turning his wrist and twisting his neck, and his bones rattled and pounced.

Zheng ......

Qingyue's zither sounded.

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out that there was a small platform in the middle of the grandstand behind Yokotaoka, and a girl in a bright red kimono was stroking a kite.

The musicians invited by the Black Dragon Society once played a song "Jun's Generation" at the beginning, and at this moment they retreated to the back and stood against the wall, shouting anxiously. Another girl stepped forward to pull the kite girl back, but she couldn't pull it, and when she saw so many people looking at her, she was so frightened that she retracted like a rabbit.

The tune is bright, the voice is graceful, and it is a song "Cherry Blossoms".

Since ancient times, Fuso has used cherry blossoms as a metaphor for the noble character of a samurai. This song seems to be bright in spring, the petals fall like rain, and the woman stands under the tree, watching her lover go on the expedition. She knew that he might not come back......

The string condensed the throat and stopped, and there was no affection for ten thousand times.

Everyone doesn't know what the story is between her and Yokotaoka, maybe it doesn't have anything to do with each other at all, but they can hear that she must love him very much.

Listening to this, several girls in the community array even sobbed and shouted, "Yokota-kun, come on......"

They don't understand the rivers and lakes, they don't know how to fight, they don't understand high-level games, they just think that the man in black who took everyone hostage is a devil, and Yokota Oka is the big hero who stepped forward.

Most people are silent and do not take a stand.

In terms of national sentiment, they are inclined to Yokotaoka, and in terms of interests, they hope that the people in black will win.

It's really tangled.

Yokotaoka looked back and looked deeply, as if to see the other party's face clearly. The girl who stroked the kite burst into tears.

But he was silent, slowly twisting his body, and the violent momentum subsided a lot, and he was as dignified as a mountain.

Woo......

Out of nowhere, a discordant horn sounded, ruining the scenery.

Tong......

Tong......

Tong......

The big drum and conch sounded intertwined, and the majestic and loud suona sound broke out of the air.

This is the prelude to the ancient Chinese song "General's Order".

I hope that the man in black will win, but he just wants to take this opportunity to get rid of the control of the Black Dragon Society. Emotionally inclined to him, there are only a few dozen people behind him.

This handful of people sitting in the most remote position far away from the rostrum is a small Chinese community.

Some martial artists crossed the sea to Fusang to seek a living, because the local people were severely xenophobic and could not form a climate. They are dressed in Tang costumes with cloth buckles and ties to show that they do not forget the tradition. In fact, the Fuso samurai costume is older than the Tang costume, derived from the Chinese Hanfu, and has not changed much after more than 2,000 years.

For this group of people, there is nothing good about the various schools of bushido fighting each other, but uniting to oppress the Chinese. In particular, some young people's homes and shops were smashed, goods were robbed, and their relatives were beaten, and they were so grieved and indignant that they almost vomited blood.

They didn't dare to say anything at first, but when "Sakura" resounded throughout the audience, someone quietly turned on their mobile phones. But the microphone hanging above the guzheng, how can the volume be comparable to that of a mere mobile phone?

A young man was in a hurry, stood up and sang to the beat: "Proud and proud laughing a thousand waves......

What they played was originally a popular song adapted from "The General's Order", "Men Should Be Self-Improvement".

At first, someone pulled him, but he couldn't pull at all. Gradually, a few more people followed, and at last the twenty or so people all stood tall, shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, and sang loudly:

"The blood is like the red sun.

His body is like an iron beaten,

Bone like steel......"

The people sitting next to them quietly opened the gap and were stared at like wolves by the Black Dragon Congregation, but they ignored it and let it out.

The singing voice is passionate.

It seems that the wind and cold are plugged in, and the two armies face each other. The general jumped out of his horse, and the soldiers marched forward, although he died without regret.

The zither is not messy.

What does the world have to do with me? I just want you to return safely.

However, whether it was singing or zheng, it did not have any impact on the two opposite people in the field. They only have opponents in their eyes, whether it is sound waves, responsibility, support or opposition, all of them have become a virtual background, hidden behind the scenes.

Yokota stepped cautiously on the front three meters, tapping his left foot on the ground and taking a false step, his fists released, and his five fingers curled like eagle talons.

Man Jianghong changed his policy of static braking, his body rose up, and he smashed down with a fist. After all, the heart of a teenager means that he was beaten by you just now, and now he will take me and try it.

Yokota Oka just tried out that the opponent's strength was not weaker than his own with a heavy punch, and he was about to use a small and flexible grappling method to find a loophole, but when he saw this fierce posture like splitting a mountain, he immediately changed his move, changed his virtual step to a horse step, retracted his eagle talons, and staggered his arms upward.

Boom......

A muffled sound made everyone's hearts tremble.

Please, if you make such a loud noise, you won't break your bones, or will you be flesh and blood?

Yokota Oka was beaten and shrunk his body, and his feet clicked and sank half a foot.

The reason is that modern wooden floors are mostly strong and heavy, not solid at all, lined with spaces underneath, and padded with sand and gravel. The advantage is that it is moisture-proof and material-saving. Where can withstand such a strong force, it immediately collapsed.

Yokota Oka is worthy of being the god of war born in Fuso, and he is extremely quick to adapt. Seeing that the opponent bent his elbow and hit the door with the power of a punch, he simply tilted his head back, continued to curl up, kicked his feet violently, flew out of the air like a ball, and rolled over on the ground.

Man Jianghong was stunned.

The moon is sloppy, how can he be the master's "looking for teeth all over the ground"?

In fact, to reach the realm of the two of them, there is no restriction on any tricks, only the strongest strength, the fastest speed, and the best strain. Like this move just now, Man Jianghong's heavy punch was blocked, and he took advantage of the momentum to bend his elbow and hit his head, and the connection was extremely tight. Yokotaoka fell at his feet, and it was best to escape from the opponent's attack range by retracting and leaning back, and if he stayed where he was, he might become a miserable punching bag.

After Man Jianghong was stunned, he rubbed his body and pounced.

Yokota Oka landed on the ground, rolled around a few times like a ball, and before he could fully stretch his body, he suddenly rushed to the side and kicked sideways at the same time. It was like a hedgehog with two long legs suddenly appearing.

As if a fallen leaf was blown out of an arc by the wind, Man Jianghong swept out seven or eight meters, and suddenly saw a kick to the lower abdomen, and stopped suddenly. The rubber soles rubbed against the ground with a jarring screech.

All these details, the audience can't see clearly at all. I saw that the figures of the two of them were as faint as light smoke, fast as ghosts, one touch was divided, one point was touched, and finally mixed together, forming a chaotic phantom.

Woo......

A black tornado appeared in the field.

Where it walks, the floor either collapses, or it doesn't look like it has been scraped off by a steel wool ball, revealing white stubble.

It was a true indoor miniature tornado, but it was even more powerful than the massive tornado of the Wilderness Ocean.

The dull crash and the sound of breaking through the high-speed spinning hurricane became extremely hollow and eerie.

The dust leaking from the shattered dome was sucked into the tornado, forming a clear thin line. A plank fell, was sucked in, and then ...... Everyone was horrified to see that sawdust was spewing out from the sky!

Among the people present, only Fu Peng watched the video of a duel on the Mid-Autumn Festival night in the south coast of China half a year ago.

The martial artist named Hua Rong actually only had one fist, and the thousands of hands of the cultivator named Guo Chunhai actually only had one pair.

The fist is like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating everywhere, and the hand is like a heavy door locked, like the sound of the tide market, and it is not allowed to enter.

That punch is a heavenly punch!

Those hands are Guanyin's thousand hands!

That battle was the ultimate in the world.

But the battle lasted for a very short time, like fireworks, and it was instantly bright.

At present, this battle, no matter the intensity, intensity, and speed, far surpasses that battle.

The most incredible thing is that this battle has lasted for so long and there is no sign of exhaustion, and there is no need to even take a breath, as if the two sides have endless energy......

The black tornado moved, approaching a stand.

Snort......

The red cloth covering the front row of tables seems to have been cut into strips by an invisible blade, fluttering in the wind.

The three old men stood up, their faces covered in blood. The two people next to him hurried their luck and stretched out their palms to block it. The middle one turned his head and waved his hand, shouting: "Hide quickly, ...... quickly"

Almost at the same time, Fu Peng stretched out his hand and patted Liu Sheng Jingyun's shoulder and said, "Go back first, it's too dangerous here......"

Reminded by these two voices, all the clubs began to move to the top in a hurry, revealing the empty seats in the seven or eight rows in front.

Like the beach is bare after the tide recedes, and the fish have nowhere to hide, the third row of the Black Dragon Society's phalanx leaves behind a corpse-like Kameda. Funakose, who was dragged into the back, cursed, and then the two came out and dragged Kameda back.

There were originally empty seats and stairs separated from each other, and the place was spacious. Now everyone is trying to move upwards as much as possible, and the scene is immediately crowded, and the people are starting to mix.

Fu Peng glanced at the sharpshooter Xiao Zhou.

The latter nodded imperceptibly, and slowly drilled into the one-knife camp. Beyond the sword stream, it is the Black Dragon Society phalanx.

The girl who played the kite did not retreat.

She was already in the middle of the stands and didn't need to retreat.

The more than 20 people in the small Chinese community did not retreat, and their faces showed perseverance and tragedy.

As soon as they retreated, the singing would be chaotic.

There are people who are proficient in music and rhythm have a whim, this soft guzheng "Cherry Blossom" with the majestic "General Order" singing voice as the background, in fact, is quite a match. It's like a woman standing under a tree, seeing the dust in the distance, hearing the cries of thousands of troops and horses, sad and worried, and flowers falling all over the ground.

If the theme is singing, and "Cherry Blossoms" is used as the background, it should be the sword and sword, the blood is drifting, and the tired figure is swept away, but the mind flashes under the cherry blossom tree in her hometown, and a young girl is looking sadly into the distance.

It's too late, it's too soon.

As soon as the personnel were evacuated, the black tornado approached the stands, and in an instant, sawdust and plastic flew wildly, sharp as knives and as fast as arrows.

Bang......

A large hole appeared at the lower end of the stands, into which a tornado entered.

The sharp whistle seemed to be far away, and everyone didn't have time to catch their breath and bang......

The lower end of the adjacent grandstand ten meters away was punctured, revealing a hole the size of a washbasin and debris flying everywhere.

It turned out that all the grandstands of the large stadiums were empty. It is often used separately and used as an office or exhibition hall. The battle between the two has extended from inside the field to outside the field.

The guzheng is melodious and still going on.

The singing is generous and still does not stop.

The people in the venue began to look unkind and were ready to move.

Funakose knew that the longer she was trapped in the museum, the more dangerous the situation became. What if Yokotaoka is defeated? Although the military was informed of the situation, they were not allowed to enter the city until two o'clock in the afternoon. The top priority is to take advantage of the fact that the man in black is entangled and break out.

Under the heavy reward, a Black Dragon Society master tore his clothes and sprinkled a soak of urine on it, covered his mouth and nose wetly, and rushed into the exit.

One

Two

Three.

After only three breaths, the simple gas mask of the goods was gone, describing the extreme fear, and the "door curtain" formed by the green fog burst out at a faster speed, and the snow light behind it could be vaguely seen.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

I saw that half of his body below the waist was still running desperately forward, but his upper body fell, and blood and internal organs were smeared all over the ground.

Some members of the community quickly stood up to block the sight of the boys and girls.

Wow, wow, wow......

The sound of vomiting came and went, and the place was in shambles.

What a fast knife!

It seems that this door can still be impacted.

As long as there are many people, one after the other, there will always be people rushing out.

But who rushes to the front?

Funakoshi's heart was like a stone, and only then did he turn this thought, and the master of the Black Dragon Society, who had been cut in two, shouted the last sentence hoarsely, like a basin of cold swishing ice water, extinguishing his hope, and also extinguishing the hope of all those who wanted to escape.

"Don't go out, there's a ghost ...... outside"