Offstage, the brother who had been kicked on the ass fluttered in the crowd, struggling like a drowning child, opening his mouth and anxiously calling for help in Fusang dialect. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The onlookers in Chang'an City will not only watch, but there are also many martial arts masters, who want to mix in Chang'an and have no ability to watch where they can grab the front row.

Black hands, black feet, black buttocks, where it is comfortable to greet you, that is the practice of dealing with outsiders.

This unlucky warrior came to Chang'an to provoke and fell into the crowd of onlookers in Chang'an, this half a day's work, there should be a few ribs left on his body, and he can still shout to show that he still has some ability.

But at this time, no one in the ring paid attention to him, especially the big man with a lovely smile, who had already wrinkled his two eyebrows tightly together at this time.

Nine, one poured, and eight more among the Fuso samurai.

Eight people stood in a row, and there was a row of gasps.

In the process of fighting with Yoshida Fengye just now, everyone's eyes were attracted by the weirdness and strangeness of his moves, and they all opened their eyes wide to see his indistinct Dao sword qi, but the deepest impression was the white robe that fluttered in the air above the ring, and the strategies set before going on stage were also aimed at his unpredictable sword qi sword light, never thought that he still had such a fast speed.

When I think about it at the moment, it's all nonsense.

The speed is not fast, how can you avoid the three swords killing god of the first in the Miyamoto family's outer pavilion!

The big man stomped his foot, with a look of remorse, and grabbed the two impatient companions, and a circle of people gathered together, muttering for a while.

The wind stood still and didn't move, and the angle of the sun at this moment shone warmly on his face, illuminating his face a little red, and his eyes were a little unable to open, and the whole person felt lazy.

It's just that the eyes are slightly squinted, but they have been staring at the big samurai who stands out from the crowd.

It's really special that people can't look good, this big man looks stupid, he really has a lot of eyes, and now he really joins forces to fight himself, and he can't use his sword to let go of the fight, and he will definitely suffer a loss.

However, what if it is not hard?

At this moment, the eight Fusang people had finished discussing, and they walked towards this side with a determined face, and the eight people walked in unison, stepping on the ring with a thumping sound.

After taking two steps, the eight Fusang people spread out slightly, standing side by side in a single line, eight people with their backs to the sun, and eight shadows of different sizes covered the open space in front of them.

Eight people held knives at the same time, eight pairs of eyes stared at the wind, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Suddenly, the eight people took a step forward in unison, and as soon as the wind blew, they also subconsciously took a step back, but their minds were chaotic, and there was no idea of coping.

Who knew that the eight people didn't do anything, they all maintained a posture of dragging one leg behind them, stepping forward with one foot, and took a step forward in unison, still holding the handle of the knife in their hands, maintaining a momentum of being ready to go.

Feng Yiyang had no doubt that at this time, if he rushed over rashly, he would be dismembered by eight people.

One person's knife may be able to dodge, but it is another matter entirely for eight people's knives to cut together, which makes it feel like one person can ride a horse.

If you ride eight horses at the same time............

The crotch must not be saved.

And what's worse is that these eight people completely stepped forward together, and the original plan to break each one also fell into the empty space.

That posture, Feng Yiyang recognized that posture, Yoshida Kazeno used this move just now, but this is not the first time he has seen this move, the first time he has seen this move is in the book, he remembers, the master said, this move is called Iai.

Calm the soul, collect the qi, the knife is not biased or shaking, the person is not shaking or shaking, concentrate on the knife, and prepare to go.

Blood, heartbreak, from static to moving, is the secret trick of killing people with a knife out of the sheath, the victory or defeat is between a knife, the speed is fast and ruthless, the moment the knife is released, it is difficult for the enemy to have a chance to fight back.

Only to run for your life.

But running for your life is not a good idea.

Feng Yiyang's back was gradually soaked with sweat, and a person could easily avoid it with his body with his body, or use his finger sword qi to defeat the opponent before he approached,

However, eight people live together at the same time, and if you want to hide, the only place you can hide in the whole field is in the sky.

When you go to the sky, you have to land after all.

If he used the flick of his finger sword qi, he had comprehended the speed of Juhe, these people were now just locked on to find a better position close to him, and once the first finger popped out, these people would instantly use Juhe.

There will be no chance of popping a second finger.

Feng Yiyang looked at the eight people who were slowly approaching step by step with an expressionless face, and secretly scolded his mother in his heart. These eight people made it clear that they wanted to cut themselves under the knife, although the rule was to the point, but as long as they could cut themselves off, their prestige and glory would not be less.

And at this time, I actually have to worry about the safety of these eight souls, and sometimes there are benefits of being barefoot.

Boom.

Another step in unison.

The eight murderous qi firmly locked the wind as soon as it was raised, and the eight knives would be unsheathed at any time.

The sun went down a little more, and the shadows of the eight dragged longer on the ground.

The wind only felt that the sun was dazzling, and his eyes narrowed, but his heart was flashing with lightning.

The eight of them took another step forward.

Feng Yiyang did not retreat this time, but smiled and began to walk forward.

The harmless smile of humans and animals, the harmless pace of humans and animals, and the boy in white who was suspected of being harmless to humans and animals, took a step forward so leisurely.

All the Fuso warriors were stunned, and as soon as the wind blew, their pace did not decrease, and they took another step forward.

The eight samurai, including the big man, were all nervously staring at Feng Yiyang's footsteps, and as long as he maintained this speed and stride distance and took one more step, he would step into the best range of eight people to join forces, and his power and speed could reach the best.

One more step, and eight people will strike together without hesitation.

At that time, the sword immortal mentioned by the Tang Emperor will become a pile of minced meat, and if you are lucky, you can still put it together when you are buried, and if you are unlucky, you can only replace it with a mound of clothes.

They have been immersed in kendo for many years, and the samurai are still quite confident in the power of this sheath, and even the big man's mouth has a smile on the corner of his conspiratorial success.

It's a pity that I laughed too early.

As soon as the wind blew, he naturally stopped abruptly, just as he had just paced.

There was a loud bang.

Feng Yiyang bent down and stretched out his hand, pulled out the black long knife from the ground, got up and turned around with the action of drawing the knife, and danced, the long knife turned around in the air, bringing a bright knife light.

In everyone's stunned gaze,

The blade has returned to the left side of the wind's waist.

As soon as the wind lifts his left leg behind, his right foot steps forward, his right hand slowly grips the handle of the knife, his fingers gently rub the lines on the handle, and his body bows slightly.

Looking up, the starlight in his eyes is deep, like the Milky Way in the sky.

Four words slowly spit out from his mouth, and the words were correct and round, and one word after another smashed into the minds of all the samurai like thunder.

"One cut. ”

The eight samurai, their eyes widened in unison, staring at the person in front of them, and the knife, too much of a pound of surprise completely deprived them of their ability to think.

I didn't expect him to go forward to get a knife, I didn't expect him to be Juhe, I didn't expect him to face eight people with a knife out of the sheath of Juhe, a knife, how to face eight people?

At this moment, Feng Yiyang's hand holding the knife gently turned at a strange angle, and then quickly straightened it.

A bright light reflected by the blade of the sword shot straight into the eyes of the three samurai in front of them.

Because they have been in the shade, when they encountered a bright light, the three of them lost their sight for a short moment.

The whole world turned purple and black, and then slowly recovered.