The big samurai unconsciously took a step back, and he suddenly noticed something unpleasant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Originally, if the eight of them joined forces and were ready to attack, the other party would not have a chance to use those two weird martial arts. Including other close-quarters martial arts, none of them can be used. After all, a knife is longer than an empty hand.

It's a pity that now the crackling abacus is in the empty space.

As soon as the wind was raised, he didn't talk nonsense with him, and an arrow stepped forward, and a heavy punch hit the big man's chest.

Feng Yiyang came too fast, and the big man slashed at Feng Yiyang's neck with the broken knife in his hand, hoping to force him away, Feng Yiyang didn't look at his left hand and waved his fingers, his right hand castrated unabated, and a heavy punch hit the big man's chest, making a bang echo.

The big man flew straight out, his eyes rolled in the air, and there was a look of disbelief on his face, his knife had obviously been swung down, he should have cut off his head first, why did the fist still hit him?

That was his last thought before he fell unconscious.

He still clutched half of the hilt of the knife in his hand.

The half of the long steel knife was cut off from the hilt by the sword of the wind, and the half-cut knife fell to the ground before the big man.

The samurai reacted and attacked with their swords, and even the one who had accidentally received two stabs on his body rushed towards Feng Yiyang with a small blood arrow that flew one after another.

The expression is brave and looks very dedicated.

When the wind raised its head, it couldn't help but be startled, and kicked the bloody Fuso samurai out with a flying kick.

Just when the wind lifted himself in mid-air and just kicked this kick.

Two bright sword lights flashed, one slashing down, one picking up.

The two samurai looked similar, one with long hair and a shawl, and the other with a scar on his right eye, which looked a little terrifying.

The long-haired samurai slashed at the wind in mid-air, and the scar samurai slashed behind the wind and the slash, if the wind bounced back with the force of the samurai, it would definitely not be able to escape the sword light guarding ahead.

Tacit cooperation, exquisite prediction.

The sword light of the long-haired samurai illuminated half of the wind's side face.

As soon as the wind was raised, he was about to lift his breath and fly back, when he caught a glimpse of the knife light behind him out of the corner of his eye, and he was scared into a cold sweat.

Careless.

As soon as the wind raised his teeth, he bit his teeth, forcibly reversed his luck, and let his body spin rapidly in the air, and wiped out the castration cleanly, and the two knife lights brushed against the corners of his clothes dangerously.

As soon as the wind lifted himself in mid-air, he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have pondered an epitaph for himself at this time.

Suddenly, when the wind was blowing and it was about to land, four or five sword lights lit up one after another, and the wind was slaughtering.

Feng Yiyang hurriedly dodged Scar Samurai's second sword, grabbed Scar Samurai's wrist holding the knife, twisted it, snatched the knife and threw it away, and then pulled himself out with a force, and a series of actions were completed in an instant.

After several knives chased him, the situation was critical.

As soon as the wind lifted itself in the air, he turned around and flicked his fingers.

While!

The fastest sword light behind him involuntarily swung away under this finger, colliding with another knife.

What is missing is the moment of emptiness.

As soon as the wind blew and landed, the Scar Samurai had already been brought out of a stumbling and was facing the fierce sword light of the rest of the Fuso samurai who were chasing after him.

The Fuso warriors put away their knives one after another, for fear of slashing their companions, Feng Yiyang wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his other hand, the knives of these guys are also fast enough, fortunately, they finally landed safely.

There was already silence around the ring, and everyone silently held their breath for this string of kills and escapes.

As soon as the wind blows, he takes the time to look around, the ring is so big, and if he doesn't find a shield, he will be cut into a stick.

The shield showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, like a naughty child who thought of a good idea to be naughty, shield, don't you have one in your hand.

After being forced back by the Scar Samurai, the Fuso samurai rushed forward with their swords raised in unison.

In the process of stumbling, the scar warrior blushed and gathered enough strength to break free from Feng Yiyang, but his wrist was tightly clasped, and his true qi was suppressed from his wrist by Feng Yiyang's powerful internal force several times, and he was powerless to resist.

At this time, the wind was really lucky, and the scar warrior was thrown out by the wind like a helpless puppeteer, turning around from left to right, and the samurai once again hurriedly put away their swords.

The Fuso warriors rushed a few times, rushing left and right, scurrying up and down, the wind raised their nostrils to the sky, just threw the scar samurai around, dancing so that the water could not be splashed, not to mention the knife, even if someone really splashed a basin of water, the wind could smile and use the scar samurai to take this basin of water down.

The six samurai couldn't fight, so they simply stopped, and all pointed at the wind and jumped to their feet and scolded, just by listening to the tone, they knew that their hearts were extremely broken.

After listening for a while, seeing that no one came forward to cut him again, he simply happily dragged the struggling Scar Warrior and rushed towards the samurai.

The long-haired samurai seemed to be quite good with the scar warrior, and he put his sword back into its sheath and came up with his bare hands to try to save the scar warrior.

As soon as the wind was raised, he casually threw the scar warrior to him like garbage, and the long-haired samurai was overjoyed, and hurriedly caught the scar warrior, and his hair tightened, and he was dragged in his hand by the wind.

That's good.

Feng Yiyang grabbed the hair of the long-haired samurai with his left hand, grabbed the ankle of the scar samurai with his right hand, and danced in the air with the bow left and right.

The scar warrior was okay, it was his ankle that was caught, and there would be no risk except dizziness for the time being, but the long-haired samurai would be miserable.

He was caught by hair!

The long-haired samurai grabbed the roots of his hair with both hands, at first he cried wolf howls in Fusang to extinguish the dish or something, but then he came to his senses and cried intermittently in stiff Chinese and begged for mercy: "Don't 、...... Don't dump it again, dump it again...... If you shake it again, your hair will fall out. ”

Although Scar Warrior's head was flung outwards and his eyes rolled out, all parts were still intact and didn't hurt too much, so he was still a little glad in his dizziness and anger.

I'm glad that my hair doesn't grow.

But soon the situation changed, and the wind began to dance while chasing the other samurai and began to fight.

The hair of the long-haired samurai was grabbed by the wind and held in his hands, and his feet were outward, no matter what he hit, the long-haired samurai was just a pain in his feet, and no matter how bad it was, the scar samurai was miserable, and his head was outward.

At this time, the onlookers, whether on the high platform or under the ring, anyone with a little eyesight, couldn't help but cheer, and even His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help but stand up.

It's a good wind.

Although he carried a samurai of more than 100 catties in one hand, it did not affect his light skills to chase the other five samurai, holding their heads and running around, floating in the light, and their steps were light, and they didn't feel heavy at all, dancing like butterflies in the air, like streamers.

The point is, who dares to fight back.

Even if you want to go up and fight him with a knife regardless of the life and death of your companion at this time, you can't do it.

There were two wind wheels dancing in the air, but two hundred-pound things, coupled with such a fast speed, that guy hit no matter where he was on his body...... I guess I can't ask for that location.

Chase and run instantly switch roles.