Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 169: Knife through the heart

Takashimano Lily slowed her hand, and the force of the knife changed from a violent storm to a fine weave. She knew that her physical strength was almost exhausted, and her opponent was a very powerful Chinese woman. Under such a fierce attack, she could still

Hold on for so long.

Her original tactics were aimed at Tang Qiuli. After her opponent was replaced by Xiaoling, she didn't take Xiaoling seriously. With her fierce and sharp sword skills, she couldn't kill her quickly, even if she killed her

Without Qiu Li's bloody hand, killing the woman he loves can also hit his heart hard. With this, it is not impossible for him to find an opportunity to advance and retreat.

Now, she realized that she was wrong, very wrong. The woman next to Xueshou Qiuli was not a person she seemed to be with. She just resisted her fierce attack and made a miscalculation.

In fact, Xiaoling's defense was very difficult. Takashima Noyuri's sword skills were somewhat beyond her expectation. The killer moves with the sword, and her skirt also hindered the movement. She could only rely on her flexible body skills to dodge once.

In this danger, Battle's sword was too heavy. However, with this heavy sword, it was able to take advantage of Takashima's long and narrow Japanese sword.

She felt that there were always two fiery eyes following her behind her. They were the concern of her lover. Perhaps, without this motivation, Xiaoling might have been defeated by Takashima's sword. Although her life was not in danger, she could avoid being seriously injured.

No.

Now that she saw Takashima on the defensive, her confidence soared. She rushed forward with a lunge, and her skirt was almost torn, but she couldn't care so much. She had the only chance in front of her. Her flexible waist was like a spring.

She suddenly burst out with astonishing momentum, flicked her wrist and raised the knife. The big knife was raised high above her head. Holding the knife in both hands, she slashed at the head of Gao Dao like a mountain.

Takashima was shocked. Under such circumstances, this woman still had the power to fight back. It was incredible. The situation on the field was reversed.

Takashima was at the point when his old strength was exhausted, and his footwork was already outdated, so he had no choice but to turn his wrist, raise the knife, and deal with Xiaoling's fierce blow.

There was a loud "cang" and Qingyue's voice echoed in the hall. After being hit hard, Takadao's body shook a few times and took two steps back. Xiaoling gained the upper hand and refused to give in. Taking advantage of the force of the bounce of the knife, she retracted it.

The sword turned around, using his own body as the axis, and slashed at Takashima's shoulder with his backhand.

Takashima hurriedly parried with his sword, but was shaken by the powerful impact again. Xiaoling used her momentum, her sword was like white practice, and her momentum was like a rainbow, and she slashed towards the top of Takashima's head.

The advantage of the weight of the knife showed up. With every blow, the heavy knife plus inertia made Takashima's delicate body shake suddenly. She could only keep retreating. Xiaoling's knife skills were like an antelope hanging its horns, full of danger.

of dynamism.

The sound of "clang" was heard endlessly. Xiaoling slashed her sword tightly, her slender waist driving the heavy blade, like the reincarnation of the god of death, leaving no room for Takashima to fight back.

After more than ten blows, Takashima's samurai sword couldn't bear the heavy blows and finally broke. The sword was dazzling and Takashima was about to die under Xiaoling's sword.

At this critical moment, Takashima showed good skills. She threw the knife and leaned back as much as possible to avoid being stabbed in the head and chest, and fell into a pile of Japanese samurai.

The thin evening dress was quietly scratched from the chest to the unfettered big breasts by Xiaoling's sharp blade, and suddenly jumped out like a vivid white rabbit, trembling slightly in the air. Between the towering breasts, a line

A thin red line was clearly visible, extending towards the lower abdomen, slowly oozing blood.

With white skin and red blood, the scene was dazzling and weird. Everyone was stunned. The life-and-death fight between the two beauties was so thrilling and heart-wrenching.

Ling staggered a few steps and leaned on the ground with a knife to stabilize her body. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, she gasped violently, and her plump breasts undulated like waves.

It's not that she doesn't want to pursue the victory, but the fierce attack just now has consumed all her physical strength. Being able to stand now is the best performance. Moreover, those Japanese samurai are already drawing their swords and staring at her eagerly.

Ling secretly sighed and failed. If it weren't for the skirt that restrained her, she would have killed this Japanese woman with the last slash if she jumped up high. Maybe time has its own destiny, Takashima today

Don't deserve to die.

Takashima, who was sitting among the samurai, seemed to find it difficult to accept this outcome. The Japanese Empire was completely defeated tonight and lost all face. It was even more humiliating in front of the Chinese people. She had no chance to fight anymore.

However, when he looked at his subordinates, all of them had fear on their faces, and their aura was completely gone. For a moment, Takadao's mood turned as depressing as ashes.

As for the pair of beauties exposed to the public, she didn't care. Anyway, there was no secret. There were not even a hundred but ninety men who had enjoyed this pair of beauties. I was a veteran.

Takashima slowly got up, without concealing the scenery on his chest, and was about to leave with his men looking defeated. Do you still have the nerve to stay in this place?

"Slow down, there is one more thing, that is, you must solemnly apologize to my wife before you can leave. Otherwise, I have the right to think that the matter between us is not settled yet." Tang Qiuli's clear voice sounded in the hall.

He deliberately wanted the Japanese to lose their prestige and lose their face tonight, and at the same time, he also found an excuse to further deal with these Japanese garbage.

Gao Dao was shocked. This bloody-handed Qiu Li was too intimidating, but in the current situation, she had to lower her head. She bit her red lips tightly with her white teeth and bowed to Xiao Ling: "Mrs. Qiu, I'm very sorry. My

My subordinates lack education and have caused many offenses. Please forgive me.”

When she bowed, her breasts were completely released. She had to admit that this Japanese woman's breasts were indeed very attractive, especially with this action, which was enough to arouse men's uncontrollable saliva-swallowing sounds in the hall.

These men were all hooked on the sound of "Gulu", and it was a feast for their eyes.

Ling's face turned red. As a homosexual, she was very embarrassed by Takashima's behavior and quickly expressed her acceptance in order to get rid of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

Takashima and the Japanese walked away cleanly. Xiaoling's body suddenly swayed. Tang Qiuli's body flashed and he was already at Xiaoling's side. He put his arms around her slender waist and completely held Xiaoling in his arms.

He knew that Xiaoling was losing her strength. How much perseverance it would take to hold on and not fall down. This shows how difficult Xiaoling fought in this battle.

He also saw that Xiaoling's originally rosy face had now turned pale, and the thick beads of sweat on her forehead kept seeping out. On her left arm, a long gash was cut through her white clothes by a blade, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.

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Tang Qiuli picked up Xiaoling. Xiaoling closed her eyes tiredly and happily, enjoying her lover's strong arms and listening to his heartbeat that was as loud as a drum. A warm feeling quietly crept into her tired heart.

Thunderous applause sounded from all around, and the guests surrounded the two like heroes. Although Tang Qiuli's performance was eye-catching, Xiaoling's performance overshadowed everyone, and no one dared to look down upon them.

This seemingly weak and quiet girl.

Ling sat there, taking a long time to recover. Tang Qiuli took care of her while dealing with the guests who came to congratulate her. Xiaoling took good care of herself. She did not want to be a drag on Qiuli on such an occasion. Although her health was still

Waves of weakness.

The hall has been cleaned up, and the corpses of Japanese garbage have been dragged away by their accomplices. The blood stains on the ground have been swept clean, and it is impossible to see the series of life-and-death struggles and bloody scenes just now.

The reception was not affected at all. Instead, a few flies were driven away, which made the scene lively.

However, the topics discussed by the Chinese and foreign guests who were lucky enough to witness the whole process tonight are inseparable from what happened just now, the Japanese's arrogance and disastrous defeat, Tang Qiuli's incredible stunts, and Xiaoling's graceful figure.

, the fierce and sharp sword skills are all topics that people talk about.

Including their life experiences, origins, and even martial arts sects, it will arouse people's endless speculations. This pair of young people is destined to become a theme.

According to reports, one year after Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling left Tianjin, there were still newspapers doing follow-up reports on them, and they topped the list of the top ten influential people in Tianjin in the 27th year of the Republic of China. Many newspapers, because of their continuous publication

The news about them, even though it was a fabrication, actually increased sales and supported many people who depended on newspapers.

In particular, the story of the two of them abusing the Japanese was interpreted into many stories and was widely circulated in the streets and among the people. Later, after the Anti-Japanese War broke out, many people still said that Mr. Qiu and Mrs. Qiu were

His disciples or subordinates attacked and assassinated Japanese and traitors everywhere, causing the Japanese authorities a huge headache.

Tang Qiuli and Xiaoling naturally became the central figures at the reception. Needless to say, the Chinese businessmen, those foreigners took the initiative to exchange business cards with Tang Qiuli and invited them to attend the reception held by the consulate. Tang Qiuli naturally

It was something I wanted, so I readily agreed.

Only the German consul blinked his light blue eyes, glanced at Tang Qiuli from time to time, and muttered a few words to the dance partner beside him. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he was the one Tang Qiuli wanted to make friends with most at the moment.

Barthel was about to go to his country to study. Without a strong person to recommend him, things would be a lot more troublesome. Moreover, he even found out the name of the consul, von Hoffmann.

Tang Qiuli couldn't figure out what the German meant there, so he had to be patient and look for opportunities.

The joy of the Chinese people present comes from the bottom of their hearts. No matter how utilitarian and practical they are in their hearts, as long as they have a little bit of national pride, they will raise a toast to celebrate what happened tonight. Of course, those die-hard traitors will use their lives to

The Chinese are a shame, except for those national scum who are eager to exchange the blood in their veins for foreigners.

After entertaining a wave of guests who came to congratulate him, Tang Qiuli just took a breath and looked at Xiaoling. They both laughed silently. When they looked up, they saw a middle-aged man with a graceful manner wearing a navy blue suit.

Smiling, holding a wine glass, she walked towards him.

To be continued

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