Super Star Martial Arts

Qi Honglei was a student at the Sports University, received higher education, and had a heart to serve the country.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed from the valley of Huashan Mountain immediately after receiving the invitation.

I don’t want a simple and honest young man like Li Baoguo to be frustrated and injured.

That's why I took the initiative to ask for help after hesitating.

I didn't expect this little group leader to be so stubborn. ??

Is this bureaucracy?

If the people in power in the Daxia martial arts world and the superpower world are as incompetent and mediocre as this so-called leader, then the future will really be bleak.

Qi Honglei was very disappointed.

Others looked at Li Xiaofei with doubts in their eyes.

They are all old foxes, how could they not understand the meaning behind the conversation just now.

Only Li Baoguo felt that he was being taken seriously, and walked out holding the sheepskin-wrapped blade in his arms.

After a while.

The sheepherder stepped onto the stage.

His innocent look suddenly caused a commotion of surprise in the venue.

Everyone in the audience, including Wang Fei, Miss Fan and others, were extremely surprised.

Why is it that the first person sent out by Daxia is such an earth hammer?

At this time, the first person from Jie Peng to appear has been determined.

It is Kawashima Si, a disciple of the sword master Kiba Katazou.

Wearing Jie Peng's traditional warrior uniform, wearing wooden clogs, and two swords, one long and one short, hanging from his waist, he walked slowly onto the ring, his face slightly flushed with anger.

"It's too much to bully others. We came here across the mountains and seas because we wanted to meet the masters of Daxia for a while, not to be humiliated by a stupid peasant."

Kawashima Si pointed at Li Baoguo and said angrily in blunt Daxia dialect, "You are not worthy of standing here, and you are not worthy of letting me draw my sword. Go away, I won't kill you."

"You little brat, you're such a ungrateful piece of shit, why don't you look down on me?"

Li Baoguo had the simple view of hatred of Daxia people. He was full of hostility towards the Jie Peng people because of the aggressive war before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

While talking.

He directly opened the outer sheepskin and took out the iron knife that he had been holding in his arms. \u003c

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Two pieces of old tree root wood, sandwiching a thin dark brown iron piece.

The edge on one side is sharpened, and the blade shines with a finger-width silver luster. It looks sharp, but there are some gaps.

Even if it can be called a knife, it is definitely not a killing knife.

Not even a fighting knife.

The anger in Kawashima Si's eyes was even worse.

He turned to look at the main auditorium and asked angrily, "How sacred is the exchange between the two countries? Who are you humiliating by sending this kind of trash to Daxia?"

The noise in the venue was even louder.

On the rostrum, some leaders looked a little embarrassed.

The deputy state-level old man always looked kind.

He didn't give any explanation, just watched quietly.

joke.

Why do I, the one in power in Daxia, need to explain anything to the incompetent swordsman from a small country?

In the rest hall.

Seeing this scene through the real-time live broadcast, many people were ashamed and angry.

Even Taoist Master Sanjue's face turned red, and he secretly regretted in his heart that he should not have acted out of impulse just now, but just to prevent this little leader who had used the back door to get gold, he actually ruined the national affairs.

In the arena.

Li Baoguo was furious.

"You bitch."

He held the knife and strode towards Kawashima Si, "You're not even strong enough for me to kill you with one move, but you still dare to scold our national leader?"

Kawashima Si snorted coldly.

He was about to take this opportunity to humiliate the Daxia people a few more times.

But suddenly, a creepy sense of danger surged from behind.

It was like being stared at by a peerless evil beast.

Startled, he turned around suddenly.

But I saw the farmer's sheepherding boy ten steps away, the iron piece in his hand slightly raised, making a strange shape, the tip of the knife far away.

Aimed at himself.

In his eyes, the lamb that was not worth drawing his sword now turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

Every cell in the body is on frantic warning.

The dangerous intuition developed through years of martial arts training crazily stimulated his nerves.

That simple yet ugly iron blade seemed like a peerless magic weapon.

Tick ​​tock.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Kawashima Si's temples.

He didn't dare to move.

Don't dare to move.

He didn't dare to raise his hand to touch the handle of the knife that was so close at hand.

Because the Qi machine is completely locked.

As long as it moves, the seawall opposite will release floods, and the volcano below will erupt.

Why is this happening?

Kawashima Si panicked.

"Are you ready?"

Li Baoguo said loudly, "I won't take advantage of you..."

Chance.

Taking advantage of the fleeting gap between his opponent's words, Kawashima Si's eyes lit up, and his palm finally pressed on the handle of the knife.

But just at this moment——

call out.

A cool breeze passed by.

The figures intertwined.

Everyone watching the battle just felt their eyes blurred.

Sheep-herding boy Li Baoguo had appeared five meters behind Kawashima Si, maintaining a posture of swinging his knife forward.

As for Kawashima Si's sword attack, he couldn't even pull out an inch of the blade.

Tick ​​tock.

The blood fell to the ground, like a red bell in this quiet moment.

Kawashima Si's hand holding the handle of the knife was already bleeding. At first there were only a few strands, but later, a line of blood suddenly spurted out from his wrist.

His hand was still tightly and tightly grasped on the handle of the knife.

But the wrist was broken.

Li Baoguo's sword actually cut off Kawashima Si's right hand.

If his hand hadn't been holding the handle of the knife, it would have been

Falling to the ground.

"ah……"

Kawashima Si let out a long scream.

The broken right arm subconsciously raised up. Seeing the neat cuts and the dense white bones, he suddenly became more frightened. He hugged his forearm and said sadly, "My hand, my hand, ah, my hand is gone." …”

Li Baoguo slowly put away the large film.

"You can."

The shepherd boy looked disdainful, "Well, I thought you were so capable, but this is what happened? You are no different from wild wolves in the ravine. They can kill you with one knife. If the leader hadn't told you not to kill people, I would have killed you just now." "

After saying that, he went over to pick up the sheepskin thrown on the ground.

Using this dirty old sheepskin, he carefully wrapped his iron knife bit by bit.

At this time, the loudest shouts and exclamations broke out inside and outside the stadium.

Many people in the audience had never seen such a bloody scene.

In real life, big stars like Wang Fei and Miss Fan have seen some blood during their acting, which is considered a wide experience. However, this was the first time they saw such real severed limbs and hands, and they couldn't help but turn pale.

Artists from both countries are mostly trembling.

In Jie Pengguo's rest hall, the disciples of Jian Zong were furious.

"Baga, the Daxia people unexpectedly attacked!"

"How dare you cut off my junior brother's hand, that's unforgivable."

"I will go out to fight next time, and I will kill a Daxia man to retaliate against them."

As the state religion of Jie Peng, the Sword Sect has a respected status. These disciples are accustomed to being superior in daily life. They have developed the habit of looking higher than the top, being high-minded and low-handed, and cannot bear any setbacks and grievances.

The old sword master Kima Pianzang had an expressionless face and felt a little sad in his heart.

He was obsessed with swords all his life and neglected to discipline his disciples.

Unexpectedly, when the competition came, I discovered that these geniuses, who were originally very talented, were so naive.

"Master, the people of Daxia are so despicable that they cut off Junior Brother Kawashima's hand."

The third disciple named Feiniao said loudly, "We must let them give an explanation."