Sun Hunter

Yang Honglin put down two dead devils, and paid tribute to the audience. The applause and roar of the audience sounded. At the same time, the two pairs of fierce eyes also stared at him. Fujita whispered:

"This person can't stay, I will go up to him in person."

"Chairman, let me go." Kitahara said.

"Are you sure?"

"Chairman, you can rest assured, I read his move, I must let him die miserable."

At this time, more than a dozen Japanese samurai had surrounded Yang Honglin, and they had to do it. The audience on the audience also swelled in front of the stage and screamed loudly.

The bleeding incident was about to occur. Fujita retired from the Japanese samurai. They lifted the body. Fujita waved his hand towards the stage, and said to Yang Honglin, and said with a smile.

"Sir is really a hero hero, if I don't mind, my disciple Kitahara Ngyhada wants to compare it fairly with you."

"Okay, who is the old son afraid of." Yang Honglin looked disdainful.

"Don't compare with them, they are the wheel war." The voice of a girl came up, and the martial arts below shouted. Yang Honglin saw that the dragon girl who had passed in the morning, he smiled and hugged her and the audience.

Hold your fist and let her and the audience rest assured.

"Is that time to rest first". Fujita said reluctantly.

"No, Lao Tzu is waiting for him." Yang Honglin said loudly. He also came to kill the three Japanese warriors.

Fujita is going down, and the Kitahara Sino -British in Kita, who is wearing a Kendo suit, goes to the center of Taiwan.

"In Shimorihara, China and Britain, I would like to ask Gao Gao's name."

"Lao Tzu does not change the name not to change the surname, Yang Honglin is also."

"Do you choose a weapon?" Said Kitahara Nakaham and Britain

Yang Honglin looked at Beiyuan Sino -British and watched his left hand holding the warrior knife. He had nothing. He was good at mantis fist. Generally, he did not need weapons.

He took a look at himself, and looked at the martial arts friends who held the weapons on the stage.

"A friend borrowed the big knife."

"Using my" a sound is loud, Yang Honglin raised his eyes, it turned out that the young man who had always been called indifferent in the inn. At this time, friends with a big knife raised the knife in his hand. Yang Honglin saw Zhou Hu's eyes.

Looking forward, he really hopes that Yang Honglin can use his knife. Although he can't kill the devils himself, he thinks his knife can be stained with the blood of the Japanese.

"Okay, just for you," Yang Honglin pointed at Zhou Hu and said. Zhou Hu's tears flowed out of tears. These days his days were really difficult, the inn was suffering, and the competition failed. At this time, Yang Honglin could accept his knife.

No matter from any angle, it was the greatest comfort to him. He couldn't care about wiping tears, and hurriedly handed the nine -ring knife that had dropped the second ring to the devil soldiers around the stage.

Yang Honglin took the big knife, and the knife was a good knife. Yang Honglin danced for two times. He nodded to thank Huzi. Zhou Hu shouted hoarsely:

"Help me cut him to death." He was so excited.

Kitahara and Yang Honglin looked at each other after holding their fists. For two minutes, from the calm and cruel eyes of the opponent, Yang Honglin felt that this was not an ordinary opponent. He glanced at the stage again and found the shadow that indifferent them. He

At this time, how much I want to see the indifferent figure, then he will not fight alone, there will be a lot of peace of mind. But now it is already on the string, and the other person's eyes make him feel a panic.

At the moment he was distracted, Kitahara's knife suddenly stabbed him. Yang Honglin returned to the gods and raised the knife to open the opponent's knife. The other party's knife changed faster, flashing the cold light to his whole body cover.

Come here.

Although Yang Honglin's main weapon is a knife, the knife is still not his strength, and the hands and feet will be a little chaotic. Kitahara Chinese and Britain also seize this opportunity and leave a wound on his back.

Yang Honglin knew that he was injured, and even if he was not his opponent's opponent than the previous few games. He had only one thought, fighting.

It seems that Kitahara Zhongying stood there without moving, and the corner of his mouth showed a cold smile.

Yang Honglin's heart was horizontal, but he had to fight for death. He yelled, the nine -ring knife was round, the dancer's windmill generally cut it towards Kitahara and Britain, Kitahara Chinese and British dodge the offense of Yang Honglin.

, Joining Yang Honglin's opportunity to blast, the knife stabbed to Yang Honglin's chest and abdomen, but Yang Honglin did not dodge, but used the sword to pull a garden arc to cut into the north to pierce the arm of his knife, Kitahara, Kitahara.

Stunning, busy back to the knife of Yang Honglin.

The desperate play of the other party also surprised him. If he had a stabbing just now, he would be able to kill the enemy, but his arms may be cut off. His surprise also made the pace a bit messy, Yang Honglin

The tricks are one tricks and one trick. Seeing that Kitahara does not stab himself but it is a knife in the chaos, the backhand is a mouth on the face of Beiyuan Zhongying.

Zhongying's eyes were stunned by Venus. The five blood fingers were printed on his left face. The northern reaction was extremely fast. He quickly waved a few knives in front of him.

Yang Honglin didn't catch up with Ben, he was extremely proud of his mouth. Laughing with a grin. The stage was a quiet. At this time

They stood up fiercely. He watched them sit down again, and there was a little stone in his hand.

Kitahara was hit by Yang Honglin's hooligan. He was very annoyed, but he couldn't see it at all on his face. It was still a cold and cruel look, but it was more rough than just now.

He roared and rushed over again. The knife spin the cold wind in his hands, and Yang Honglin hit Yang Honglin like rain. Yang Honglin did not dare to neglect, dancing the nine ring knives left and right, and the Jiuhuan knife was stronger than Zhou Hu's hands.

How many times, but still can't resist the attack of Beiyuan Sino -British. After a dozen rounds, Yang Honglin had five or six more knife mouths. Each knife was not very deep, but the blood continued to rise outwards.

Kitahara and Britain want Yang Honglin to bleed to death. There are many opportunities that he can be fatal. He did not do it.

Blood is slowly decreased, and the strength is exhausted a little bit. Yang Honglin still danced unyieldingly to fight the Jiuhuan knife on the stage. Everyone in the audience showed an eager look.

The cry also sounded. They were afraid to see the scene where Yang Honglin was slaughtered, and many people closed their eyes.