There was a burst of laughter.
Ye Weixing also looked frightened: "My assistant director kept shouting in his ear, saying that there was going to be a filming accident. There is no trace of fraud in your movements. Anyone who sees it will think that you are really planning to kill someone." Kill him!"
Hong Dabao came over for a moment, then turned to Zhen Zijian and asked, "Did you fight him like this before?"
Zhen Zijian nodded: "We are all here to fight, but it looks like the moves can be fatal. In fact, most of his internal energy has already been taken away when he was about to die."
"Let's have some fun some other time. Everyone is talking about your martial arts. Today we can really see it. Since we don't have to worry about getting hurt, we can have a good fight!"
This means that Hong Dabao has accepted Liu Qingshan from now on, and it seems that all warriors are destined to be tortured, and they all think that if they cannot fight happily for a long time, their body bones will shrink.
Liu Qingshan exchanged a few polite greetings and then looked at Zhang Zhiyao.
"Brother Yao, let's try to do it once for the filming later! Next, I will use a knife to make many cuts on your clothes, but I promise I will never cut you!"
This is also a detail issue in the script. The staff who originally wanted to do some tricks on Zhang Zhiyao's clothes, after hearing this, looked at Ye Weixing.
Ye Weixing's heart moved, he looked at Liu Qingshan and asked carefully: "Can you ensure that there will be no accidents during the shooting?"
He knew that in the past, similar shots would need to be repeated several times to complete. The degree of damage to the clothes would change due to the continuation of the fight, and the shooting would need to be temporarily stopped and retouched several times before the shot was perfect.
According to Liu Qingshan's thinking, one shot means that the shooting time and progress will be greatly reduced. There is no director who doesn't like the effect of one shot.
But his worry was equally strong. A knife was really sharp. Even an ordinary person knew how difficult it was to have the knife cut only one piece without hurting the flesh in a fierce physical confrontation.
But Liu Qingshan didn't care much: "Acting is my job, and acting skills and kung fu are the guarantee of this job. I don't dare to joke about my job!"
Zhen Zijian's support for him has always been firm: "Director Ye, just let him do it, but Zhiyao needs enough mental preparation."
At this time, you can see the high quality of a professional actor. Zhang Zhiyao just smiled indifferently: "I have personally experienced that Shanzi's skills are the only one I have seen in my life!"
With his words, the others stopped talking and immediately dispersed.
Someone came forward and installed a blood bag on Liu Qingshan's left shoulder, which was also a requirement in the script.
After Zhen Zijian ran away and arrived at where he should be, the filming that had been interrupted started again.
A Le, who had a sharp knife pierced into his left collarbone, was leaning on a stone pillar with a face full of pain, and his body was shaking with rapid and violent breathing.
Liu Qingshan's expression had become as sinister as a ghost, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He took off his sunglasses and put them on the bridge of A Le's nose.
Unable to bear the humiliation, Ah Le raised his right arm to fight back. Liu Qingshan raised his hand to block it, his left arm wrapped around Ah Le's neck, and he pulled out the sharp knife with his right hand.
The blade of the knife trembled with his wrist, then reversed in the air and turned into a reverse handshake gesture, then swung away towards the already seriously injured Ah Le.
Liu Qingshan's quick knife swing still used the long fist technique, as straight as an arrow and as curved as a whip, letting the sharp blade slice open A Le's leather jacket one by one.
The blood bag that was buried in advance sprayed blood wherever the blade passed, and Ale was soon soaked in blood.
Liu Qingshan's progressive stomping and beating continued, and he was killing like crazy.
In the midst of Ah Le's pitiful wails, Liu Qingshan jumped up and slashed Ah Le's right chest with a knife, causing him to fall to his knees on the ground.
At this time, Liu Qingshan still held the sharp knife behind his back and walked around A Le with a ferocious expression. The next moment, he suddenly took action and grabbed A Le's hair.
His right arm holding the knife slowly raised, about to deliver a fatal blow.
At this moment, a gunshot rang out, but Zhen Zijian arrived in time, but because of the barbed wire barrier, he could only shoot Liu Qingshan through the barbed wire outside the football field.
Liu Qingshan crushed the blood bag in time, and immediately there was blood on his left shoulder.
The performance was still not over at this time. The next moment the gunfire rang out, Liu Qingshan locked his uninjured right arm around A Le's throat, pulled him as a physical shield, and quickly hid in the corner of a small house.
At this time, Zhen Zijian, who was outside the barbed wire fence, had emptied all the bullets in the magazine. He was holding a gun in one hand and rapidly reloading bullets with the other.
Liu Qingshan's chokehold movement has turned into holding a knife in one hand, forcing it on A Le's throat, and retreating quickly using the cover of the wall and physical shield.
Outside the iron fence, Zhen Zijian was also following up quickly, with the gun always firmly locked on Liu Qingshan.
At this time, A Le was already in a dying state, and Liu Qingshan locked his throat and dragged him back step by step on the ground.
After passing through an open area under the light, the two people's bodies were hidden next to another cluster of buildings.
At this time, in the dim light afterimage, only Ah Le could be seen with dull and confused eyes.
After a moment, a sharp knife with flashing light slowly came out of the darkness, and was finally placed across Ale's throat.
Suddenly, the sharp knife in Liu Qingshan's hand slowly left A Le's throat and stood up slowly under the light and moonlight.
The blade of the sharp knife was deliberately shaken a few times, reflecting a dazzling light. The next moment, it quickly cut A Le's throat, and Liu Qingshan's figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
The filming of this assassination scene ended at this point. Following the director’s order, the crowd of onlookers burst into unanimous warm applause.
These people are all veterans of various studios and are used to seeing countless action scenes, but it is still rare to see such a difficult shot that lasts for several minutes.
Especially for the action scenes, the filming of this section was truly unprecedented.
Compared with literary drama, this scene is not only infinitely more difficult, but the process is also full of various uncertain factors.
Amidst the applause of the crowd, Liu Qingshan quickly ran forward to help Zhang Zhiyao.
He knew that although the opponent was not injured in the previous fight, he would be slightly bruised in the subsequent pulling and dragging. After all, the process cannot be faked, and it is inevitable to be injured.
Fortunately, Zhang Zhiyao's injury was not as serious as he thought. Just looking at his bright expression when he sat up, he knew that the injury was not serious.
"Okay, okay!"
Zhang Zhiyao opened his mouth and shouted three words, "Shan Zai, I didn't expect that we succeeded! This section lasts three minutes, right? Good guy, it's one shot to the end. The classic highlights that only veteran actors have, but today we are done!"
There were many people running over excitedly, including the female assistant.
She ignored Liu Qingshan's support and just squatted down, lifted Zhang Zhiyao's clothes and looked around, her eyes filled with tears.
