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Miyamoto's eyes also looked over, and the eyes of the two touched in the air, and they both saw the murderous aura in each other's eyes.

"Rush up, rush up, kill him!" Miyamoto is also an old samurai who has fought for many years in front of the saddle and behind the saddle of the Uchida family, so he naturally knows that Xie Cunguan and Chen Hu quickly broke in, and they must have the intention of killing thieves and capturing the king. But from his point of view, he didn't have the same thoughts.

Old and spicy like Miyamoto, he naturally saw that Xie Cunguan and his party on the opposite side, except for Xie Cunguan and Chen Hu, who still maintained a considerable strategy, the other several people were already at the end of the crossbow and exhausted, as long as Xie Cunguan and Chen Hu were besieged and killed, today's fight would be decided, and so many samurai from the Uchida family did not die in vain.

And if he is killed, without a leader, it is estimated that the other party will almost be able to break through.

At this moment, both of them know that their anger can be puffed up but not vented!

"Rush together and kill these two people...... The others are out of strength!" shouted Naoichiro Miyamoto.

Miyamoto is still very prestigious among the Uchida family samurai, and in his shouting, Xie Cunguan and Chen Hu have already been killed, and the Uchida family samurai, who have stopped a little, shouted loudly, and several fierce fighters waved their swords to intercept and kill.

"Keep up with me!" Xie Cun said to Chen Hu without looking back, and his steps did not stop. Chen Hu followed closely behind Xie Cunguan, the two of them moved rapidly, and Chen Hu leaned sideways, monitoring the warriors surrounding him.

A sturdy Japanese samurai rushed up head-on, with a long knife covering the top, Xie Cunguan paused and raised his sword to seal it.

With a clang, the knives of the two flicked off each other. The knife in Xie Cunguan's hand kept going, twisting with his body. I faced the Japanese samurai who caught up from behind.

And Chen Hu on the side, in the sound of a clanging sound, his body was close to Xie Cunguan's body, and he rushed forward, and the long knife in his hand was swung out, slashing at the big arm of the Japanese.

And Xie Cunguan had already turned his body, and the long knife in his hand turned his arm in front of him, slashing directly at a Japanese who rushed up.

Chen Hu's long knife flashed. The Japanese samurai cried out, and the arm holding the sword was cut from the upper arm, almost completely disconnected, with only the small half-flesh attached.

This is the main point of application of knife and fist equipment, that is, when attacking the opponent's limbs, try to hit the part close to the shoulder hip.

The visual persistence of a person is 0.1 seconds, while the person with the fastest reaction time. It's basically about 0.2 seconds. Generally, people who practice martial arts are normal to have five or six punches in one second, and masters who practice to the limit can reach eight punches in one second. In this case, the opponent's fist speed has exceeded the physiological limit. Theoretically, this speed is simply impossible to catch.

But no matter how fast the hand is, the closer it is to the shoulder, the slower it will be. Really to the shoulder, without the body moving. The velocity is 0, which is stationary.

That's why it's said in the boxing proverb. Work one foot behind your elbow.

It is to take over the beating and focus on the foot-long part of the opponent's elbow joint to the middle of the shoulder joint.

On the one hand, when these places can be moved, the body can use the upper body strength, on the other hand, when these places are moving, the opponent is not good at attacking you.

Chen Hu slashed the opponent's shoulder with a knife, and spatula the other party's throat.

At this time, the knife in Xie Cunguan's hand slashed at the knife of the Japanese who rushed up, slashing the other party into a step, he took advantage of the situation to hide the knife and advance, and then swung the long knife in his hand flat, waving a semicircle in front of his body.

This semicircle caused the other people to pause even those who were catching up behind them.

At this time, Chen Hu had already roared forward, slashed the knife back, and slashed at the top of the head of another Japanese.

The Japanese raised their knives and sealed them horizontally, and in the sound of clanging bells, Xie Cunguan's body had already advanced from Chen Hu's side, and the long knife in his hand was poisonous and spit out letters, directly into the ribs of the Japanese.

At this time, Chen Hu wrapped his knife and turned around, circled Xie Cunguan's body, made a circling knife gesture, and heard a clanging sound, and discharged the long knife in the hand of a Japanese who stabbed in.

The long knife in Xie Cunguan's hand stabbed into the ribs of the Japanese in front of him.

At this time, the same long knife stabbed him in the back.

At this time, Chen Hu turned around, Xie Cunguan's body was in his arms, and he naturally saw the knife. Through Xie Cunguan's body, the long knife in his hand slashed down like thunder, and it was slashing on the back of the opponent's knife.

With a clanging sound, the long knife hung its head, and the long knife in Chen Hu's hand kept stopping, continuing to wrap around and turn around.

At this moment, a Japanese samurai behind Chen Hu suddenly stepped forward and stabbed him in the vest with a single sword.

The moment the opponent's knife stabbed his body, Chen Hu's body rotated, and the angle changed, so that the straight knife became oblique and cut directly into the muscles of his back.

The pain in his body made Chen Hu involuntarily speed up his hand, and the long knife wrapped around his body, and it also hit the opponent's knife. The knife was swung out, and it also picked off the muscles on Chen Hu's back, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Xie Cunguan had no Miyamoto in his heart at this time, and in this spark-like tearing, his mind was surprisingly clear.

His body crouched down and landed on one leg, clearing room for Chen Hu's knife. At the same time, he held the knife in his left hand, released the handle of the knife with his right hand, touched his lower back, and threw it out.

A flash of black light flashed out, directly piercing the throat of another warrior who came with a knife and pounced on Chen Hu.

The knife in Chen Hu's hand flipped up again, slashing at the shoulder of the warrior who was swung open.

The knife that came from the sky blocked Chen Hu's knife momentum, and Chen Hu's knife momentum did not stop, and he wrapped himself again.

The group battle of the knife is like this, once it enters the crowd, it is wrapped in the knife, and the body is turned and slashed. There are no other changes at all, and there is no time to make other changes.

You can't see the knife or the gun at all, so you can only use the long knife to sweep the whole body as a defense.

And at the moment when the circle is wrapped and the knife is changed, you can cut the knife out and harvest people's lives.

What's more, Chen Hu is now wrapped in a knife, not only by himself, but also by Xie Cunguan.

For a while, I only saw the knife like a match, and there was a white light.

Xie Cunguan flew out a military spur again, and dealt with one of the warriors who threatened Chen Hu.

Over there, only Miyamoto's roar remained: "Rush up, kill him, rush up......" and then there were dense figures, the two of them were surrounded, their speed could not be raised, and they were in danger for a while.

"Kill, save people!" Behind Xie Cunguan and Chen Hu, Luo Youcai, who had recovered a little physical strength after a short rest, roared loudly with red eyes, and rushed into the crowd like an arrow, rushing towards the encirclement.

Behind him, the exhausted sword mercenaries also roared and followed.

The Japanese approached, and the blades that shimmered with cold light collided together.

"Brothers, fight again, and get the money when you're done!" Behind Miyamoto, Duan Sihu, who saw that the Japanese had the upper hand, also shouted, commanding those thugs of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, wanting to give Xie Cunguan and the others the final blow, the last straw that crushed the camel.

The thugs of the Heavenly Dao Alliance also saw the crisis of Xie Cunguan and the others at this time, and these guys who were good at fighting with the wind immediately screamed like chicken blood, rushed forward, and quickly crossed Duan Sihu.

At this moment, wearing the clothes of a Japanese samurai, Zhang who had been lying between the two corpses and pretending to be dead, climbed up like a ghost, like an ape and a monkey, as fast as an arrow, and threw himself forward. He hugged Duan Sihu's neck from behind, and the bayonet in his hand went in and out quickly on Duan Sihu's right thigh.

Duan Sihu couldn't help but snort, and as soon as his right leg went weak, he half-knelt on the ground.

"Let your people stop!" Zhang turned into a cold voice.

"Who are you?" Duan Sihu asked through gritted teeth.

Zhang Flip Jin didn't say a word, and the military thorn in his hand quickly entered and exited Duan Sihu's left shoulder socket again. Duan Sihuyue snorted, and the military thorn that Zhang turned into his hand had already moved to his heart.

"Come back, you all come back!" The ruthlessness of the first two knives made Duan Sihu not doubt that Zhang's bayonet would pierce his heart, and between dignity and life, he chose his life.

This is the true character of the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and when it is time to bow their heads, they will never hesitate.

The thugs of the Heavenly Dao Alliance who were rushing forward, especially those backbones who were most familiar with Duan Sihu's voice, heard the shout, looked back, and their eyes were round, Duan Sihu was stuck by the neck of a figure that did not show his understanding, nested in his arms, and knelt on the ground on one leg. A few men who were with Duan Sihu couldn't help but roar: "Brother Tiger! Mom, let go of Brother Tiger!"

Zhang Flip into looked at the Heavenly Dao Alliance thug who turned around, and the military thorn in his hand did not hesitate to send it up, and it pierced into Duan Sihu's heart.

But if he didn't stab him to death at once, he wanted him to call these people back, and now that he has achieved his goal, this person must not stay.

"I'll plug in your uncle!" Several of Duan Sihu's backbone subordinates stopped doing it, and directly waved their knives and sticks, and rushed over.

Zhang turned into a cold smile, his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty wolf light, and he pushed away Duan Sihu, who had been pierced in the heart and was still convulsing, and took a big stride to meet him.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed face to face with the first man.

The other party waved the steel pipe, and Zhang flipped into it and rushed straight ahead.

The steel pipe smashed on his shoulder, and the military thorn that Zhang flipped into his hand pierced the other party's heart. Luckily, as he rushed forward, he avoided the knuckles of the pipe. Rao was like this, and this stick also smashed his body trembling, his lungs burned like fire, and a mouthful of reverse blood gushed up to his throat.

Zhang Flip in stretched out his left hand and pushed the opponent's body away, his entire left shoulder in a dull numbness.

Zhang turned into swallowing the backlash, and then rushed forward, the second person blocked it, and the other party stabbed it with his backhand, straight to his lower yin. He instinctively closed his hips, wrapped his left leg forward, and rushed into the incoming flash.

The left thigh burned like a fire in an instant, and it couldn't help but bend softly.

At this moment, the military thorn that Zhang flipped into his hand was suddenly sent into the opponent's heart. Then he stretched out his hand and pushed the other party's body, stabilized his body with the help of the reaction force, and stood there, his eyes flashing with cold light, and his body was like an arc wolf.