"Press..."
Like Mount Tai, the strength of Long Zhiwen’s body falling unabated, his bent knees pressed directly on the back of the sword held high by Liu Dadao. Although Liu Dadao looks like a man, he is still a daughter. Below, Liu Dadao was finally exhausted, her neck was pushed forward, her sword was back on her shoulders, and she knelt on one knee, struggling to support Long Zhiwen's body and falling strength.
"My God, go!"
Wei Debing was suppressed by Long Zhiwen while riding on the willow sword. In the space where he could not move, he pulled Wu Tian, who was trembling in front of the willow sword, and directly dragged him over. Only then did Wu Tian slowly recover from his fear. Here, he panted heavily and looked at the Liu Dadao who was stopped by Long Zhiwen, as if he was avenging himself, cheering up:
"Okay, Commander Long, that's great, the veteran will be the best one! Beautiful!"
"To shut up!"
Jiang Minghao suddenly sternly scolded Wu Tian. He practiced Xingyiquan since he was a child. He knew that the masters were able to win and lose in a flash. If Long Zhiwen was distracted by Wu Tian's words, he would most likely die. The enemy is under the sword.
Seeing that Liu Dadao was firmly pressed under Long Zhiwen's legs, big beads of sweat continued to emerge from her forehead, like raindrops falling on the ground, this woman's hands had already trembled because of excessive effort, and it burst out. The green veins, like green snakes hidden under the skin, trembled constantly.
"what·······"
Finally, Liu Dadao couldn't help but let out a roar. The knee that was originally kneeling on the ground actually stood up from the ground, as if it were a weightlifter. With her roar, she actually suppressed the disadvantages that had been suppressed to death. The situation was reversed abruptly.
"boom·······"
Liu Dadao's face was hideous, especially the scar from the bag under the eyes to the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be a twisted centipede. He stepped out suddenly, as if a huge cannonball hit the floor, even directly hitting the marble floor on the ground. It was so cracked that Wu Tian couldn't help but exclaimed:
"I'm sorry, this man's strength is too strong? Is it a man or a ghost, Nima, a complete martial arts novel
But when he saw Jiang Minghao's angry eyes, he instantly covered his mouth and did not dare to make any more noises, for fear of being scolded by Jiang Minghao again.
Long Zhiwen couldn't hold it down, using the samurai sword in his hand as a fulcrum, he leaped up from the back of the sword with force under his knees, and stomped again with the tendency of kicking down, and stepped on the katana again. The back of the machete wanted to suppress Liu Dadao again, but this time, Liu Dadao took the opportunity to escape.
I saw Liu Dadao holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and pinching the back of the knife with the other hand, twisting the waist, and the knife turned around. The tip of the samurai sword and the back of the machete squeaked along with the twist of Liu Dadao. The rubbing sound makes people's ears feel uncomfortable like a needle stick. Because Long Zhiwen's knees bounced hard, all the fulcrums were on the samurai sword in his hand, which also gave Liu Dadao a chance to turn over.
Seeing that his strategy failed, Long Zhiwen was fortunate to move all the center of gravity of his body to the samurai sword in his hand, and even let his body land slightly later than the sword.
"Boom..."
The samurai sword in his hand was inserted straight into the marble floor, and even the tip of the samurai sword was directly inserted into the marble about five centimeters, but there was no crack between the blade and the marble floor, as if the samurai sword was inserted into a piece. Tofu is average, just think of the strength and speed of Long Zhiwen's stab.
But when Long Zhiwen's feet landed on the ground, he didn't immediately pull out the knife in his hand.
"Squeak..."
With the sound of the katana and the rubbing of the marble, countless pieces of marble puffed up from the ground with the rotation of the katana, like water droplets emerging from the ground. The ground where a hole was originally pierced was immediately produced by the rotation. In a small hole, the blade of the samurai sword immediately turned outward, and Long Zhiwen took advantage of the situation and put one of his legs on the back of the samurai sword.
Sure enough, after Liu Dadao swiftly escaped from the trap, with the force of her body's rotation, she suddenly dwarfed her body, and lifting the knife was a sweep.
"Boom!"
It turned out to be the sound of metal breaking. Under the sweep of Liu Dadao, the samurai sword in Long Zhiwen's hand was directly smashed, and even unabated, the remaining power of the sweep directly hit Long Zhiwen's leg. If it hadn’t been for Long Zhiwen’s preparation, with a sliding step under his feet, he might have broken his leg with the samurai sword, but the left leg that was swept would still be numb because of the force of the back of the sword. As if being punctuated by someone, a bloody color appeared on the earthy gray trousers.
Looking at the broken blade that was still stuck in the marble floor with a trembling buzzing roar, Jiang Minghao’s pupils shrank sharply. As the saying goes, he is afraid of being young. Although Long Zhiwen has experienced many battles, he has no choice but to lose his stamina. Liu Dadao is young and vigorous, Long Zhiwen himself has a great advantage, and her sword skills are indeed good.
"Okay! Good sword technique!" Long Zhiwen's left leg was trembling slightly, but he did not hesitate to praise himself. He said to Liu Dadao:
"Girl, who taught you this?"
Looking at Long Zhiwen’s expectant eyes, Liu Dadao did not speak. She gently stroked the blade, backhanded with a wrist flower, and put on a posture of a horizontal sword and immediately, intending to fight again, looking at the militant girl in front of her. , Long Zhiwen’s face was not sad but happy, his mouth showed a slight smile, as if looking at a promising junior in the attitude of a senior, he said softly:
"Wah, your knife is more than sturdy, but not flexible enough. It's good, but it's easy to break!"
"Huh!" This time, Liu Dadao spoke, and she replied with that extremely magnetic voice: "I don't know whose knife was broken just now, uncle, if it doesn't work, change someone, don't behave."
When Long Zhiwen heard these words, the color of joy on his original face instantly solidified, as if he was insulted. He gently turned the broken knife with only 20 centimeters in his hand, held it with his backhand in front of his chest, and posed a fierce tiger fighting rabbit. Jiang Minghao clearly saw Long Zhiwen’s original tight shoulders slowly hanging down, but he could clearly see the squirming of the subcutaneous muscles from the alder fruit and the exposed arm, as if it were a streak of savings. The power of the python.
Everyone who has served as a soldier at the scene knows that Long Zhiwen intends to use a soldier's dagger assassination technique. This is the assassination technique that the Longguo soldiers have explored and practiced in actual combat. It is not only tricky and vicious, but also unpredictable. The price is short and long.
Jiang Minghao noticed that in the enemy's camp, a strong man wearing a camouflage uniform, his eyes seemed to admire the beauty, staring at Long Zhiwen, but his right hand was always on his waist. Stroking on his dagger, as if Long Zhiwen's assassination posture had aroused his belligerent desire.
"Uncle, if you can't do it, don't hold on!" Liu Dadao looked at the blood on Long Zhiwen's left leg and persuaded at the beginning, but this is an insult to a soldier who never gives up and moves forward, especially an old soldier. , Long Zhiwen smiled contemptuously:
"Baby, don't forget, there is a sky outside the sky, and ginger is still hot!"
"you wanna die!"
Liu Dadao looked at Long Zhiwen's contemptuous smile, as if it was an insult to a warrior. She cursed fiercely, lifted the knife and threw herself, from top to bottom, as if opening the sky and splitting the earth, flying towards Long Zhiwen. Come.
"boom·······"
It was the sound of the floor marble splitting, and the white machete blade sank into the marble floor, as if an iron rod hit the ground, and the entire marble floor was destroyed by nearly one square meter.
Seeing the blade cleaving straight from top to bottom, Long Zhiwen gently turned sideways, able to dodge the blade, and then slammed the back of the machete that had sunk into the marble floor, slamming the blade into the ground, and Long Zhiwen The broken knife in his hand was wiped horizontally towards Liu Dadao's neck.
"Hey..."
It was the sound of blood beads. The moment a few drops of blood came into contact with the skin when the knife was broken, a few drops of blood appeared, floating in the air like a crystal jewel, but Long Zhiwen's deadly knife did not succeed. , The broken blade was just enough to cut through the skin of Willow's neck, she slammed her head backwards and dodged, and then slammed her feet on the ground and quickly retreated.
The machete that plunged deep into the ground was pulled out from the ground with a puff of her body under this kick, and the broken pieces of marble that had been smashed and cracked were like gravel with the blade of the knife. Pulled out and flew out.
"thorn······"
Like a tiger coming out of the cage, the broken knife in Long Zhiwen's hand followed like a shadow, piercing the willow sword that flew out.
Long Zhiwen saw that he couldn't make a single blow, and the swipe turned into a stab. The broken knife seemed to grow with his right hand and became a part of his body. With the rotation of his wrist and fingers, it turned from the original back grip to a forward grip There was wind under his feet, and he followed the flying willow sword. The bloody broken sword and the red and tender chin of the willow sword were only less than five centimeters apart.
One is flying backwards with the strength of the back kick, the other is purely relying on the strength of the feet to catch up. As long as the speed of Liu Dadao slows down, the broken knife in Long Zhiwen's hand will pierce through her chin. Pierced her jaw, pierced her brain.
Seeing that her speed is getting slower and slower, the beads of sweat and blood on Liu Dadao's neck are mixed, and her wound is stung, but facing this blade less than five centimeters from her chin is life and death. The distance of the distance, this pain is nothing at all, her eyes suddenly turned away from Long Zhiwen's blood-soaked left leg, and she had an idea with a flash of inspiration.
"boom·······"
Just when the broken knife in Long Zhiwen's hand just touched the skin of Liu Dadao's chin, he felt a pain in his left leg, as if he had been hit by a cannonball. Liu Dadao suddenly shrank his leg, facing him already injured. His left leg was kicked up, and the heart-piercing pain immediately came from the wound. Even the joint of the knee was sunken back directly under the blow. The whole left leg was completely formed. The knee joint is completely misaligned with a backward reverse loop shape.