Originally, Japan's martial arts paid attention to lethality, especially some special ninjas, who nakedly pursued killing.

This has something to do with the culture of Japan, a small geographically small country, disasters are frequent, and the whole nation must learn to be cruel, just like the law of survival on the grassland, the law of the jungle, natural selection.

And this nation is good at forbearance, so there are ninjas.

This was most obviously exposed in World War II, taking the notorious biochemical army as an example, there were countless scientists engaged in research in it, but after the defeat of the war, they were incognito and were not punished, because they honestly confessed that all the data of biochemical experiments were handed over to the allies of the United States as a quid pro quo and obtained understanding.

But recently, it has been made public, and the scholars who were engaged in the study of the biochemical human body are now all bigwigs in the Japanese academic community, and some are even the presidents and deans of famous Japanese universities.

This shows the characteristics of the Japanese race, which is forbearance and explosiveness.

It is also very terrifying in martial arts, when fighting with the enemy, first use words to disintegrate your momentum, so that you are three points weaker before you make a move, and when you burst out of the murderous shock, you will have no fighting spirit when you make a move.

But now this Japanese ugly three shows Han Yi a different Japanese martial arts.

From the simple pursuit of killing to the martial arts of reluctance, it can be said that the artistic conception level is completely above the way of killing, not to mention that he has a weapon in his hand, although he has changed to a short sword, but every inch is short and dangerous, and the close-range stab is more dangerous.

What is Giving?

Jing Ke gave up his life to get the head of the King of Qin!

"Asking" is moving!

Kung Fu is not the same when you are moved,

The assassination of the Japanese ugly three immediately tasted different.

But Han Yi has also changed, his arm is still piercing straight into Chou San's wide-sleeved robe, like a spear pierced into it, and like a bamboo pole on a drying rack, he picks it forward.

The bamboo poles for drying clothes in the countryside are sleek and neat, and the atmosphere of life is strong, which suddenly breaks the artistic conception of the Japanese ugly three and pulls the ugly three from the golden temple to the temple.

The strength of the sleeve robe roll is sticking, holding, flashing, grabbing, and bumping, while Han Yi's arm gun is bullet, hook, sinking, bumping, and collapsing!

As soon as the arms of the two touched, they crackled and exploded, and the arms and robes of the Japanese ugly three exploded in unison, and the energy flew and sweat flew.

Bang!

The two of them were shocked, and Han Yi took the opportunity to take a step back and widen the distance between him and the short sword.

But the Japanese ugly three are like shadows, and the distance between the two seems to be the same as just now, and it hasn't changed at all.

Han Yi moved aura, and there was another movement, but his feet were shocked, and he trampled on it in the shape of a horse, and stepped on the Japanese knife that the Japanese ugly three had thrown on the ground just now.

Syllable!

Then there was a kick.

Katana shot up like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, the two knives of the Japanese Chouzo were instantly staggered, gold and iron intertwined, and sparks burst out, like fleeting fireworks.

A katana without follow-up power was certainly not as powerful as a dagger, but with just one stroke, the katana flew into the sky, swirling, sweeping the snowflakes that were about to fall above the heads of the two like fans.

What Han Yi wanted was this momentary barrier, and his other hand stretched out directly to the sky, as if he was waiting for the katana to fall.

His body bowed slightly, like a bow and arrow waiting quietly, and then there was a shock, like a rocket, and all of a swoop, like a tiger lying on the guard, the lurking minions approached the prey, and when the time came, he launched a thunderous blow.

And now the distance is enough, it's a thunderous blow.

To just the tiger shape split fist, hit!

Even though Wu Tianshen had seen Han Yi perform a tiger-shaped splitting fist, he still showed a shocked look at this time, only feeling that he was breathing rapidly and his heart was beating violently from such a distance, as if a real tiger had pounced in front of him, and his thick and sharp claws scratched it.

Ling Xiaolan and his two black-clothed bodyguards don't talk about it, the black-clothed bodyguards are quite calm except for sweating, Ling Xiaolan is trembling, she only felt that she had just asked her bodyguard to break Han Yi's leg, and the part-time job was self-defeating, she couldn't help but grab Wu Tianshen's shoulder and lean on him to feel better.

The wind and thunder roared, and the snowflakes on Han Yi's fist instantly collapsed, and the snowflakes in the space where he passed were all squeezed away, making continuous explosions.

Is such an impact really coming out of a fist?

The Japanese Chousan felt that the air in front of him was exhausted at once, the wind and snow between heaven and earth disappeared, and the fist shadow came to his face, and there were fist shadows in the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and he couldn't even move half a finger, let alone the short sword he stabbed.

Han Yi's punch seemed to have the effect of locking time and space, and under one punch, the momentum was like turning upside down, and his whole body was bulging, as if he had risen several meters at once, becoming a giant, majestic as a god, and as powerful as a prison, it was a higher level of life that oppressed the soul of the Japanese ugly three, making the ugly three involuntarily fearful.

"Xingyi Split Fist, how can it be?"

The Japanese ugly three just said such a sentence.

Boom!

Han Yi covered his head with a palm, and then his head, as if a time bomb had been planted, banged, like fireworks exploding, and the brains and blood were scattered and exploded, spilling randomly within three meters.

The Japanese ugly three, the blatant assassin, die!

The upper part of the neck is completely gone, which makes Han Yisheng burst!

Han Yi's body flickered, dodging the blood splashed on his body, his expression was neither sad nor joyful, not at all like he had ended another life.

"Open the perineum, and the strength has increased by about 20?????? The power of the splitting fist is even stronger!"

Han Yi secretly calculated in his heart, although he had not specifically measured how strong his strength could be with a full blow, he also had a general feeling.

At this time, his strength increased by 20%, which made him more confident in the next martial arts conference.

Whoosh!

At this time, the katana that had been knocked down in the sky landed and made a rapid whistling sound, Han Yi looked up, and his hand stretched out and grabbed it.

Sou!

Suddenly, a sound different from the rotation of the katana came from far and near, and when Han Yi grabbed the bushido, it was like a bird flapping its wings, and it shot into the courtyard in a thousandth of a second.

Han Yimei's heart beat violently, as if he had jumped ten million times at once, his hair exploded in an instant, his hair rushed to the crown in anger, like a fighting, his eyes were as bright as lightning and terrifying, and then he waved the katana in front of him.

Ha!

Indulge in a voice.

Tiger-shaped splitting fist, splitting Huashan, splitting incense, or slashing with all your might!

Bite!

Knife break!

The broken blade flew above Han Yi's head, and it flew out of the small courtyard in an instant.

Wu Tianshen, Ling Xiaolan and the others looked at the ground, a warhead, divided into two halves.

Knife slash bullets!

The crowd was deeply shocked and split the bullet with a knife?

Is this still human?

Dumbfounded for a moment, one of the bodyguards shouted, "There's a sniper rifle, Miss come into the house!"

Bang bang bang!!

Gunshots rang out one after another, and bullets slammed into the mud and stone floor, making a piercing grinding sound.

After a few people rushed into the house in embarrassment, and after calming down their panicked heartbeats for a long time, they looked at the courtyard outside through the crack in the door.

Only the wind and snow and the headless corpse of a Japanese ugly three.

Han Yi is long gone.

Wu Tianshen's face changed: "It's not good, Han Yi went to chase the gunman!"