Qi Hongxian is a student of the University of Physical Education, highly educated, and has a heart to serve the country.

Otherwise, he would not have rushed from the valley of Huashan immediately after receiving the invitation.

I don't want an honest young man like Li Baoguo to be frustrated and injured.

That's why I took the initiative to ask for help after hesitation.

I didn't expect this little head to be so stubborn and self-serving.

Is this a bureaucracy?

If the people in power in the Great Xia Martial Arts Realm and the Superpower Realm were as incompetent and mediocre as this so-called group leader, then the future would really be dim and dark.

Qi Hongtear was very disappointed in her heart.

And the eyes of the others looking at Li Xiaofei were already full of doubt.

They are all old foxes, how can they not understand the meaning behind the conversation just now.

Only Li Baoguo felt that he was taken seriously, and walked out with the blade wrapped in sheepskin in his arms.

A moment later.

The sheep herding baby stepped into the ring.

His simple appearance suddenly caused a surprise and noise in the venue.

Everyone in the audience, including Wang Fei, Miss Fan and others, was extremely surprised.

Why was the first person to be sent out in Great Xia to be such an earth hammer?

At this time, the first person to appear in Jie Peng has also been determined.

It is the disciple of the sword saint Ghost Horse Katazo, Kawashima Shi.

Dressed in a traditional samurai costume of Jie Peng, with clogs on his feet and two swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist, he slowly walked into the ring, his face slightly flushed with anger.

"It's too much to deceive people, we came here across the mountains and seas to be masters of Great Xia for a while, not to be humiliated by a stupid peasant."

Kawashima pointed at Li Baoguo, and said angrily in the stiff Daxia language: "You, you are not worthy of standing here, and you are not worthy of letting me draw a knife, get out, I will not kill you." ”

"You little devil, a dog who has lost virtue, and you still look down on it?"

Li Baoguo has a simple hatred concept of the Great Xia people, because of the war of aggression before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and is full of hostility towards the Jiepeng people:

Between words.

He directly uncovered the sheepskin on the outside and took out the iron knife that he had been holding in his arms.

Two pieces of wood from the roots of an old tree, sandwiched between a thin piece of dark brown iron.

The edge of one side is sharp, and the edge of the blade shimmers a finger-wide silver-white sheen, which looks sharp but has some gaps.

Even if it can be called a knife, it is definitely not a murderous knife.

Not even a fighting knife.

The anger in Kawashima's eyes was even worse.

He turned to look at the subjective platform and asked angrily: "The exchange between the two countries is so sacred, who are you humiliating when you send this kind of waste in Great Xia?" ”

The uproar in the stadium was louder.

On the rostrum, the faces of some leaders were also a little embarrassed.

The vice-national old man was always kind.

He didn't give any explanation, just watched quietly.

Joke.

I, the one in power in Great Xia, need to explain anything to the little swordsman who is not a weapon in the small country?

in the lounge.

Seeing this scene through the real-time live broadcast screen, many people were ashamed and angry.

Even the head of the Three Peerless Dao was flushed, and he secretly regretted in his heart that he shouldn't have acted rashly just now, just to make this little head who went through the back door gilded not get off the stage, and he actually ruined the country's major affairs.

In the ring.

Li Baoguo was angry.

"You're a."

He carried a knife and strode towards Kawashima: "It's not enough for Lao Tzu to make a move for you, and you dare to scold our local national leaders?" ”

Kawashima snorted coldly.

He was about to take this opportunity to humiliate the people of Great Xia a few more words.

But suddenly, a creepy sense of danger came over me.

It's as if you're being targeted by a peerless beast.

He was startled, and then turned abruptly.

But I saw that the farmer was herding sheep, and ten steps away, the iron piece in his hand was raised slightly, and he put on a strange shape, and the tip of the knife was aimed at himself from afar.

In his eyes, the lamb, which was not worthy of drawing a sword, has now become a bloodthirsty beast.

Every cell in the body is frantically alerting.

The dangerous instinct cultivated over the years of practicing martial arts frantically stimulated his nerves.

The simple and ugly iron blade knife is like a peerless divine weapon.

Tick.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Kawashima's sideburns.

He didn't dare to move.

I didn't dare to move.

The palm of his hand did not dare to raise his hand to touch the hilt that was close at hand.

Because the gas engine is completely locked.

As soon as it moves, the opposite seawall will discharge floodwater, and the volcano at your feet will erupt.

Why is this happening?

Kawashima panicked.

"Are you ready?"

Li Baoguo opened his mouth and said loudly: "Lao Tzu doesn't take advantage of you......"

Opportunity.

Taking advantage of the fleeting gap between his opponent's words, Kawashima's eyes lit up, and his palm finally pressed on the hilt of the knife.

But it was at this moment that—

Shout.

A cool wind swept by.

The figures are staggered.

The crowd watching the battle only felt a flower in front of them.

The sheep herding baby Li Baoguo had already appeared five meters behind Kawashima, maintaining a posture of swinging a knife forward.

And Kawashima's knife didn't even pull out an inch of the blade.

Tick tock.

The blood fell to the ground, and in this quiet moment, it was like a red bell Dalu.

I saw that Kawashima's hand holding the handle of the knife was already dripping with blood, and at first there were only a few wisps, but later, a line of blood suddenly spurted out from his wrist.

His hand was still tightly gripped, on the hilt.

But the wrist has been broken.

Li Baoguo's knife actually directly cut off Kawashima's right hand.

If it weren't for the fact that his hand was on the hilt, he would have fallen to the ground by this time.

"Ah......h

Kawashima let out a long scream.

The right arm with a broken wrist subconsciously raised it, and when he saw the neat incision and the white bones of Sensen, he suddenly became more and more frightened, hugged his forearm, and said sadly: "My hand, my hand, ah, my hand is gone......"

Li Baoguo slowly put away the blockbuster.

"You can."

The sheep herding baby looked disdainful: "I thought you were so capable, but that's it?" It's no different from the wild wolf in the ravine, you can die with a knife, if it weren't for the leader telling you that you can't kill, you will be killed just now. ”

When he had said that, he went over and picked up the sheepskins that had been thrown on the ground.

With this dirty old sheepskin, he carefully wrapped his iron knife little by little.

At this time, the loudest shouts erupted inside and outside the field.

Many people in the audience have never seen such a bloody scene.

In reality, big stars like Wang Fei and Miss Fan, when they saw some plasma when they were acting, they were already well-informed, but it was the first time they saw such a genuine severed limb and stump, and they couldn't help but lose their faces.

The artists of the two countries were a little trembling.

In Jie Pengguo's rest hall, the disciples of the Sword Sect were furious.

"Baga, the Great Xia people actually attacked!"

"It is unforgivable to dare to cut off the hands of the junior brothers."

"I'm going to fight next, I'm going to kill a Great Xia person to pay tribute to them."

As Jie Peng's state religion, the status of the Sword Sect is respected, and these disciples are also accustomed to being high on weekdays, and they have developed the problem of eyes above the top and heart hands and low hands, and they can't stand the slightest setback and grievance.

The old sword saint ghost horse piece was expressionless, and his heart was a little sad.

He was obsessed with swords all his life and neglected to discipline his disciples.

Unexpectedly, when the competition came, I found that these geniuses who had excellent roots at the beginning were so naïve.

"Master, the people of Daxia are despicable, and they actually cut off the hands of Senior Brother Kawashima."

The third disciple called Asuka said loudly, "We must let them give an explanation." ”