"What a bitter knife technique!"
Seeing this man wielding a knife like the wind, Long Zhiwen couldn't help but praised him. His ancestors of the Long Family were soldiers for generations. Long Zhiwen's father used a big sword to join the army to kill devils, so Long Zhiwen used the knife With a unique emotion, he can fight the sword. For Wu Tian during the internship of the Artillery Academy, it is all about catching the ducks on the shelves. The key is that he doesn't even have a knife in his hand!
"Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..."
The sharp blade, like a hot wheel, rolled with Liu Dadao, like a beating tire, and slashed towards Wu Tian’s head. Wu Tian retreated and pulled out the pistol at his waist. Three shots were fired with the willow sword. Everyone saw the three golden bullet shells ejected from the pistol's shell window. After crossing a perfect arc, they fell to the ground, spinning on the spot, and three bullets that could be separated from the shells. But it didn't shoot Liu Dadao's body as they expected.
"Cang...Cang...Cang..."
After these three metal collisions, everyone's eyes suddenly flashed, and they saw three sparks flashing past on this white knife wheel like a flywheel!
"Yah, the knife splits the bullet, is this still a human?" Wu Tian retreated, avoiding the blade of Liu Dadao, and complained: "No wonder it's called Liu Dadao, mother, this sword is really well-deserved!"
But this woman who was just molested by him, said he was so young, and that the woman who said he was a man-in-law did not seem to give up chasing him because of Wu Tian's praise, but this trick continued to turn over and slash like a hot wheel. Wu Tian was overwhelmed and afraid to step forward, but Wu Tian also made up his mind. It takes a lot more effort to roll over with a big knife than I run to dodge, so I just need to promise not to be caught by you. Cut it down, when you run out of strength, I turn around again, and you will be done with one shot.
However, Wu Tian ran around the hall for three or four laps, and Liu Dadao followed him for three or four laps, but her blade speed did not slow down, and Wu Weather was panting. 'S cursed:
"Is this man a human? Damn, even if you have a lot of strength, your stamina is so good!"
Wu Tian really couldn't hold on anymore, but fortunately he lifted the gun and shot out all the remaining bullets in the magazine.
"Bang...Bang...Bang...Bang..."
The seven or eight bullets differed by less than 0.5 seconds before and after, in a sparse mesh form, they rushed towards the man. Liu Dadao watched the oncoming bumblebee bullets, but she did not appear panicked. The body and the blade that revolved like a hot wheel seemed to have encountered obstacles, and stopped abruptly. Following the rotation of the wrist, the machete turned out a few wrist flowers with the flipped wrist, one by one. The bullets fell to the ground with a sound of metal collision, as if the corpses of a wasp who had charged dead, falling on the ground motionless, and even some of the bullets had been deformed by the big knife.
"Good knife!"
Long Zhiwen stared at the deformed warhead on the ground and exclaimed. Similarly, in the enemy camp, the old man with white beard in coarse clothes and linen also nodded slowly. He is a man in the martial arts, using the sword technique of willow. With this machete, it can be ranked in the top five of the knife rankings, but this old man has a little doubt in his heart. The six of them were born differently and they didn’t know each other, but judging from their physical aura , They are all extraordinary. Are they just like themselves, and they also have grace and Mr. Zhao, who came here to serve them
Just when everyone was surprised by Liu Dadao’s stunt, Wu Tian fired another shot. This bullet was deliberately left by Wu Tian, in order to make the man on the opposite side think that he was in a mess. When all shots are fired, she will be proud or even complacent. This is also the time when Liu Dadao’s defense is the weakest. If the shot is fired at this time, then the power and lethality of this bullet will be greater than any previous bullet. many.
"boom·······"
At this moment, the bullet directly aimed at Liu Dadao’s eyebrows, breaking through the air resistance at a very fast rate, as if rubbing the surrounding air hot like fire, facing the sudden attack, Liu Dadao’s face instantly turned pale. She didn't even have time to use any moves to resist, seeing the golden bullet that resembled the spear of death came on her head, she didn't even have time to turn her head to avoid it.
"clang······"
Liu Dadao violently raised the machete in his hand and lifted the shiny silver back of the blade two centimeters away from his forehead. The moment the golden bullet touched the white blade, a brilliant spark flashed, and the distance between the back of the blade and the body Nearby, Liu Dadao’s arms could not be fully extended and supported, and he could not withstand the impact of the bullet. The tough blade was bent like a spring with the impact of the bullet. With the trembling of her arm, the white blade was fierce. It slammed into Liu Dadao's forehead, a bruise instantly.
But this woman with a man-like body seems to have the same tenacity as a man. The bruise on her forehead didn't seem to cause him any harm. Willow didn't even have the idea of stroking him, as if the blow just now was completely Feng Qingyun. Light tickle.
Wu Tian watched Ding Dong land, and the golden bullet that rolled several times was completely deformed by the impact of the blade. He was so frightened that he couldn't help shaking his whole body. With such a skill, with such a treasured sword, he faced completely. With her bare hands, even an enemy who has been completely occupied by fear, what reason does she have for not winning
Seeing this masculine woman in front of him, walking towards herself step by step, every step she took seemed to be the clamor and ridicule of death. For the first time, Wu Tian felt that he was so close to death, waiting for him. Death is so painful.
"call·······"
It was the sound of a knife breaking through the air. Liu raised the knife to Wu Tian's neck and was about to chop it off. The sharp knife seemed to cut every molecule in the air apart, and the shattered air rubbed against the silver-white blade of the knife. Then, he made a whistling sound, as if it were the whistling sound of death. Under such circumstances, who could escape the knife
The big beads of sweat rolled down Wu Tian's face like rain. His legs had already been paralyzed and sat on the ground. Wu Tian closed his eyes fiercely, not daring to look at it like the wind. The falling sword, perhaps the call of the soul, perhaps the last prayer and expectation, Wu Tian finally couldn't help but screamed out:
"Brother Hao, save me!"
"clang······"
Just when Wu Tian’s voice fell, there was another metal collision. Wu Tian closed his eyes tightly, but the pain and death seemed to be lost, and it was late. Only a strong wind swept over his head. When he opened his eyes, he found that the man in front of him was fighting a knife with a middle-aged uncle in a jacket. Wu Tian rubbed his eyes desperately, and it turned out to be Long Zhiwen.
At the moment when Liu raised the knife to cut Wu Tian’s neck, Long Zhiwen’s toe stepped on the samurai sword that Zhao Changming had thrown on the ground before. The samurai sword slammed on the ground and bounced like a ball. On the back of his instep, Long Zhiwen then lightly hooked his foot like a sickle, and the samurai sword flew to Long Zhiwen's chest like an obedient slave.
But Long Zhiwen did not reach out to pick it up, because seeing that the sharp and sharp blade was about to kiss Wu Tian's neck intimately, Long Zhiwen patted the tip of the blade with his left hand, and the samurai sword flying in the air seemed like a volley plane. With a sudden turn around, Long Zhiwen took advantage of the situation and slapped his right hand on the end of the hilt. The samurai sword was like a missile that ignited flames.
This is a typical case of encircling Wei and saving Zhao. If Liu Dadao ignored the katana that Long Zhiwen had thrown, and insisted on cutting off Wu Tian’s head, then she would be stabbed to death by this katana, but Liu Dadao would never be so stupid, Wu in front of her. Tian is now completely the fish on the chopping board, letting it be slaughtered, so she did not hesitate to deflect the blade, and the blade was attached to Wu Tian's head and swept from bottom to top, and directly swept away the samurai sword thrown by Long Zhiwen. , Wu Tian also survived this catastrophe.
"Huhu······"
Liu Dadao is worthy of being a man. The strength of the arm is transmitted to the samurai sword through the big sword in his hand. The katana that was originally shot directly turned and flew back when it collided with the sword, as if before Long Zhiwen. It was like a boomerang, and the whirring of the katana spinning, it was exactly like a traitor who had been instigated, but showing murderous intent, he killed Long Zhiwen.
"Pushing..."
Under the violent impact of the army boots on the ground, it seemed like a tiger leaped forward. Long Zhiwen saw the samurai sword spinning, sweeping straight toward his neck like a spiral blade of a helicopter, and he continued to push his feet. , And flew directly over the rotating samurai sword.
"Explore..."
Stretching out like a god monkey, like fishing for a moon in the sea, the fast-rotating katana instantly paused in the air. The long hilt was tightly gripped on Long Zhiwen's right hand, and it immediately changed its trajectory as his body turned forward.
"thorn······"
The katana drew a perfect arc in the air as the body rolled. Long Zhiwen held the sword in both hands, bent his legs in the air, got up with his strength, and stabbed the willow head from top to bottom, as if It was the Canglong entering the sea, breaking the surrounding air like a sea wave.
"clang······"
Another burst of sparks flashed, and the tip of the samurai sword in Long Zhiwen's hand directly pierced the back of the sword in Liu Dadao's hand, as if two dragons' iron drives collided with each other. Long Zhiwen was coming fiercely and as fast as lightning. The Broadsword was stunned for a while, but she didn't have time to react. When she recovered, the sharp samurai blade was already on top of her head, so she had to hold the knife with both hands over her head and resist it with the broad back of her machete.
Originally Liu Dadao saw that Long Zhiwen was over half a hundred years old, and thought that his style would have killed Long Zhiwen. Even if he could escape, he did not dare to go forward and fight again, but he did not expect that Long Zhiwen was not old, especially That series of difficult movements, even Liu Dadao himself, may not have done so well.