Rise From Eight Hundred

Tang Dao was indeed trying to snatch the sword.

The threat of the sword in Fujiwara Zhanxiong's hand was too great for him. If he hadn't responded quickly and used the move of blocking the sword with his sleeve, the cold samurai sword would have probably cut off his arm and the bayonet together.

He finally created this opportunity, how could he let it go?

This is a real move, but who said there can only be one real move.

Like a hawk catching a rabbit, Tang Dao's feet were not idle. While his body slightly turned to avoid the blade and continued to rush forward, he kicked Fujiwara Zhanxiong's crotch with a spring kick.

As long as Fujiwara Zhanxiong stubbornly didn't give up the sword, Tang Dao would let him know that for a man who lost his balls, the only one in the world who could enter the supreme martial arts was Dongfang Bubai, and that was a Chinese. The Japanese were only qualified to go to Thailand.

Compared to that grab, this kick was truly fatal. If you are a man, you have to avoid it.

Fujiwara Sen's eyes were filled with strong anger. This was the first time he faced such a dilemma after his martial arts skills were perfected. He was forced to abandon his sword after only two strikes.

Yes, if he didn't abandon his sword, he could only resist Tang Dao's kick. Even if he avoided the vital points and used the inner thigh muscles to resist, seeing Tang Dao's kick like a poisonous snake, the consequences could be imagined by me.

But Fujiwara Sen's eyes were full of anger and he had to admire the ruthlessness of the opponent in front of him. He actually used his arm as bait, and his real purpose was to force him to abandon his sword.

It seemed that Tang Dao's goal was achieved, but if there was any deviation, such as Fujiwara Sen's anticipation of Tang Dao's thoughts in advance, and the trick did not become old and changed from slashing to cutting, then Tang Dao's hand could not be saved.

He didn't know that Tang Dao didn't just rely on a fierce force to put his arm on the gambling table, but also made accurate calculations of the opponent's psychology.

A person holding such a precious sword will instinctively have great confidence in the blade. With one strike, even a piece of iron will be split in half.

Having sophisticated weapons is a good thing, but it will also make people feel dependent, even as strong as Fujiwara Sen'o is no exception.

Because this is human nature, as long as you are still human, you can't get rid of this bondage.

The most typical example of dependence on weapons and equipment is the American soldiers. There are planes in the sky, tanks underground, and giant ships on the sea. Individual soldiers are also armed to the teeth. Their combat effectiveness is self-evident, but what if there is no such equipment? The ice battlefield in the snow and the jungle in the southwest are the best examples. Once they lose the powerful firepower support, their combat effectiveness will immediately decrease.

Therefore, when Tang Dao fights the enemy, the most trusted thing is his fist. This is the biggest difference between him and Fujiwara Sen'o.

Fujiwara Sen'o, abandon the sword!

While loosening the handle of the sword, his footsteps slightly staggered, avoiding the vicious kick of the Tang Dao towards his balls.

However, the tactics of the Tang Dao were not fully realized.

While abandoning the knife, Fujiwara Zhanxiong's wrist shook again, and the uncontrolled blade slashed towards Tang Dao's arm along the surface of the bayonet. If Tang Dao's arm did not move away, blood would be inevitable.

Tang Dao could only be forced to sink his arm, and the bayonet pinched by two fingers could no longer be held.

As Fujiwara Zhanxiong's knife flew to the side, Tang Dao's bayonet also fell to the ground.

Both of them became bare-handed, and neither of them took much advantage.

"Tang Jun's reaction is amazing! This is what you trained on the battlefield! Unfortunately, you may not know that my fist is not inferior to my knife." Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who lost his knife, shook his head and sighed slightly.

Then he shouted, "Attack with all your strength and kill them all!"

As he spoke, Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who issued the final attack order, paused slightly, as if there was a rocket on the sole of his foot, and rushed towards Tang Dao at an unimaginable speed.

In Tang Dao's eyes, Fujiwara Zhanxiong's whole body seemed to swell. Tang Dao knew that it was the result of his blood gushing to the extreme. It was actually a realm that many top Chinese internal martial arts masters had never reached.

At least, in the battle with Uncle Han, Uncle Han in Tang Dao's perception had not reached such a realm, which also meant that the Japanese martial arts master who had lost his sword in front of him might be even more accomplished in boxing than Uncle Han.

The degree of danger of this person was no longer one of the best among the masters Tang Dao had met, but the well-deserved first. He was two points more terrifying than the two-meter-tall bear who could kick off an iron stake with one leg and almost pushed Tang Dao to the brink of despair.

What was worse was that with Fujiwara Zhanxiong's roar, not only did the Japanese swordsman's sword light suddenly intensify, killing Leng Feng so that he could only parry and had no power to fight back, but several more enemy shadows appeared on the stairs.

Although Tang Dao couldn't see, his amazing hearing could still hear that there were at least four enemies outside the box. Those who could come were naturally not mediocre.

It was good enough for Leng Feng to stop the Japanese swordsman. Erya was good at housekeeping. In fact, her fighting ability at this level was not much higher than that of the three women. Once the Japanese broke into the box

Tang Dao's eyes became more bloodshot. He must deal with this terrible enemy in the shortest time.

Otherwise, he would lose the most precious thing he had gained since he came to this world.

However, including Tang Dao, everyone underestimated Erya.

Erya's cold weapon fighting ability was not high, but he had a gun.

Even if it was a pig, if it could survive from bloody battlefields again and again, it would definitely be a pig with life-saving skills, not to mention Erya who was smarter than most people.

Er Ya knew from the moment he entered the battlefield that if he wanted to survive, he had to rely on the gun in his hand. If he killed the enemy, he would survive.

Therefore, driven by the desire to survive, Er Ya's shooting skills have always been good, especially after becoming Tang Dao's orderly, Er Ya often asked Tang Dao for shooting skills. How could Tang Dao hide his skills from his most trusted orderly?

With the guidance of a famous teacher, the battlefield is the best training ground, and the Japanese are the best targets.

The level of the Mauser pistol equipped by Er Ya may not be comparable to that of some veteran squad leaders, but it can be considered accurate, especially at close range.

Therefore, Er Ya showed the Japanese warriors who attacked what it means to crush cold weapons with hot weapons. A soldier with a gun, an elite soldier, can definitely kill a group of people with knives in seconds, no matter how slippery his knife is.

The two Japanese warriors who jumped in from the window were the first to suffer.

The only shield in the slightly empty room was the overturned eight-immortal table, but that didn't mean there weren't other obstacles. The Japanese who jumped in first stepped on a few upside-down round stools.

If the legs of the round stools were facing down, they would be stable, but if the legs were facing up and they stepped on one of the legs,

Although the Japanese had short legs, they were not dragonflies after all, right?

The body suddenly tilted to one side, losing balance, and the original idea of ​​rolling to avoid indoor attacks after landing became a bubble.

Then, they became targets.

The Mauser pistol with a full magazine of twenty bullets did not shoot the two Japanese swordsmen into sieves, because there was no need for that, and Erya only needed two bullets.

However, at a distance of five or six meters, the kinetic energy of the 7.6MM caliber bullet of the Mauser pistol was enough to penetrate the skull of a bull, let alone two people? No matter how good you are at using a knife, you can't make your head harder than a wild boar's head.

So, the two Japanese swordsmen died before their feet touched the ground and almost fell flat on their faces, and their swords were still slashing at the air.

"Baga!" the other two swordsmen outside the window shouted in unison.

But these two guys were not stupid. They wisely did not jump in to die. They just raised their hands and threw several plum blossom darts in from the window. Erya had already ducked and hid beside the eight-immortal table that was still standing.

The plum blossom darts, which were shot very accurately according to the sound, did not have the penetrating power of bullets. They could only be inserted into the thick wooden board, trembling and showing the helplessness of the two Japanese warriors who were proficient in martial arts outside the window.

The intention of the Chinese who hid was very clear. I didn't plan to go out, but you don't want to come in. If you come in, I will kill you.

The Japanese wanted to throw grenades, but at the beginning of the mission, in order not to alarm the garrison in Zhengzhou City, Fujiwara Zhanxiong formulated a tactic to kill the opponent with cold weapons as much as possible.

Of course, that was based on a strong force. Tang Dao's group consisted of only three men and three women. If more than a dozen masters led by Fujiwara Zhanxiong were dispatched, they would still need to use guns and grenades. Is there any need for a special forces team with a group of Japanese samurai as the core?

Therefore, grenades and guns were all in two big bags downstairs. They would only be used in case of force majeure.

As for the three women, none of them were stupid. Tan Tai Mingyue was a war correspondent who had experienced several bloody battles, and Teacher Xiao He had also received strict military training. Even the weakest Madam Yue had been marching alone for more than half a month, and her mind was no longer the same as that of the housewives of the past.

As soon as Fujiwara Zhanxiong issued a military order, they hid in a dead corner that could not be seen from the window. It was not the final moment of life and death. Since they were not strong enough to help, they should not become a hindrance to the soldiers. The three women were extremely wise.

The balance trend was immediately restored inside and outside the house.

"Baga!" The Shuiyueliu master who was attacking crazily outside the door also roared angrily.

But it was useless, what's the use of a ball.

Anger did not double his fighting power, but he dared not dodge and play as happily as before, and his attack range was also reduced a lot.

He must be cautious!

Previously, he almost hit his sword with a few random shots in the house, and his sword was cut. Now the gunman only used two shots to kill two masters, and his gunmanship was obvious.

What if the gunman in the house suddenly shot him? Although he played his sword very well, he would die on the spot if he encountered a bullet.

"Haha! Stupid looking for death!" Tang Dao laughed loudly when he heard the gunshots and screams. Just now, because he was worried, he even dodged Fujiwara Zhanxiong's punches. Now, it was his turn to fight back.

Facing Fujiwara Zhanxiong who hit him fiercely again, Tang Dao did not retreat but advanced.

The right hand grabbed the elbow that Fujiwara Sen's hand had just hit, and the left hand hit Fujiwara Sen's head with an elbow!

The grab, shake, and elbow of the Tang Dao were the "nodding posture" in the Baji spear that I had just learned from Uncle Han!

The Baji spear master grabbed the spear with one hand, shook it, and then nodded the tip of the spear! All in one go! The spear was fast and fierce! Before the opponent could react, the spear had already pierced the body.

The Tang Dao, on the other hand, integrated the spear technique into the boxing technique, using the arm as the spear and the elbow as the spear tip.

The Tang Dao grabbed Fujiwara Sen's arm firmly, and pulled and shook his arm violently, pulling Fujiwara Sen a little closer to himself, and then nodded with an elbow, heading straight for Fujiwara Sen's head.

Fujiwara Sen'o felt that the violent wind had already exploded before the elbow hit his head. If the elbow had hit him solidly, his head might have been blown up.

This is Baji, the most valiant Chinese martial art. It is not fancy, not fitness, but only life and death.

"Bang!"

Fujiwara Zhanxiong raised his elbow and met Tang Dao's elbow at almost the same angle. The two intersected and made a dull sound that made people's teeth ache.

At the same time, Fujiwara Zhanxiong's face flashed a trace of red, and his attacking left fist turned into a claw, and fiercely clawed at Tang Dao's chest. If he was caught by his claw, Tang Dao would lose at least half a pound of meat.

Tang Dao didn't care at all, and suddenly lowered his head and hit Fujiwara Zhanxiong, who was half a head taller than him, with his forehead.

The spicy guy next door, did this damn Japanese drink iron juice? Tang Dao was also fucked in his heart.

Just now, the collision between them made Tang Dao feel that his arm was about to break.

The severe pain caused Tang Dao's brain to secrete endorphins rapidly, which is a substance that cuts off pain signals, but at the same time, it also has an exciting effect.

This chemical change in the brain made even a calm Tang Dao lose his temper.

Even if this guy had practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claw and could dig out his heart, he would still smash his head against this damned bastard to death.

In fact, it was not necessarily that Tang Dao lost his temper. It was the warrior's instinct that told him that if he didn't fight hard in the face of this powerful enemy, he might not have many chances to fight hard again.

Baka! Here he comes again! Fujiwara Zhanxiong's eyes were full of fierceness.

Facing Tang Dao's move of either you or I, Fujiwara Zhanxiong was not forced to retreat. He even lowered his head without dodging and confronted his forehead with his forehead.

The heads of the two top fighting masters smashed together fiercely.

There were no dazzling moves, but it was quite like a fight between kindergarten children.

"Dong!" The sound of a tooth-grinding muffled sound resounded throughout the store, so that Leng Feng and the Shuiyueliu master's knives involuntarily slowed down by two points.

Apart from the head, the two men, who were both experienced in combat, could not figure out where else in the human body could make such a loud noise.

Naturally, they were also worried about their respective elders. While watching their opponents vigilantly, they also looked at the battlefield over there with their peripheral vision.

The Chinese and Japanese opponents who were fighting for life and death all had their eyes twitching.

That scene was so terrible.

What would happen if the hardest bones in the human body, which were infused with the huge power of the two men, collided with each other?

Naturally, blood splattered.

Under the collision of huge power, the tough forehead skin of the two men exploded at the same time, and blood flowed all over their faces.

Trauma is not the most important thing.

As the most important organ of the human body, the head is responsible for commanding and coordinating various parts of the body. If there is a collision there, it will cause a concussion at the least, and collapse to the ground at the worst.

At that moment, both of them had stars in their eyes, and they felt like their souls were leaving their bodies.

After staying there for more than two or three seconds, the two men, with blood all over their faces like street thugs, staggered back in a daze.

The last bit of clarity in their hearts made them try their best to get out of the opponent's attack range and let themselves breathe a little.

Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I should have come wearing a helmet. If I don't hit you to death, I'm not Tang. Tang Dao, who was dizzy, regretted it so much that his intestines were about to break.

For Fujiwara Sen's oath, in addition to forcibly suppressing the intense nausea caused by the concussion, he was extremely happy in his heart.

Because at the moment when he hit Tang Dao's head with his head, he actually realized it!

This is not a martial arts contest, this is life and death.

The original shackles were broken at the moment of life and death.

He is a martial arts master, but he was restrained by a soldier's counterattack several times, not because of martial arts, but because he lacked the iron-blooded spirit of his opponent who was either you die or I die.

The so-called martial arts practice is to fight against the sky and the earth, sharpen oneself, in order to break free from the shackles of heaven and earth. On the battlefield, there is only life and death, and the winner has the opportunity to face the world again.

The two seem different, but in fact they are just the same.

Although it was not like what was described in martial arts novels, where one would immediately gain strength as if he had taken a powerful pill after breaking free from the shackles of the mind, this undoubtedly pointed out the direction for Fujiwara Sen'o, saving him at least ten years of hard work.

This bloody battle was definitely not fought in vain.

How could Fujiwara Sen'o not be happy?

On the other hand, Tang Dao was regretting so much that he continued to retreat dizzily, using his steps to alleviate the extreme discomfort of his cerebellum being shaken and unable to maintain balance.

It was also possible that because of the severe dizziness and loss of direction, Tang Dao did not realize that the direction he was retreating was exactly the direction of a Japanese swordsman who was hiding by the window and shooting darts into the box.

The Japanese swordsman who glanced at Tang Dao from the corner of his eye was overjoyed, and the sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc and slashed directly at Tang Dao's waist. If he was slashed by his sword, even if Tang Dao's waist was strong enough, I am afraid that this sword with full strength would be slashed out with a terrible big hole.

Even if we immediately find the best surgeon in the country to sew the wound, it would probably just be a funeral ceremony.