"Chickens and dogs are vulnerable."
Watanabe shook his head.
"Look, you guys brag about yourself behind closed doors, but you're pretty good at it. If you can stick in a shit horse for a long time, your martial arts skills are high? You haven't even learned the basics of blocking and dodging. What's the use of learning such fancy tricks? ?
I think it's better to disband Jingwu Sect and go to my gym to learn how to fight in practice. "
He patted the non-existent dust on his sleeves, turned around and waved, greeting everyone to leave, "Huo Yuanjia's reputation is greater than his actual status. It can be seen from the level of his disciples that his actual combat skills are not very good. It's boring. …
Let's go, I have to advise Master to carefully consider whether to challenge this kind of person. A bad one, but it would be an insult to his status. "
"furious."
"Little Japan, who do you look down on?"
"Hit him, hit him..."
If you say you win, then you win. Originally, these disciples of the Jingwu Hall, whether they were direct disciples or outsiders, had no choice but to endure it when their skills were not as good as others.
However, what Watanabe said was too irritating.
Every sentence is belittling Jingwu Sect and Huo Yuanjia.
This made all the disciples present who worshiped Huo Yuanjia to the core, how could they swallow this sigh of relief?
"Second senior brother, beat little Japan so hard that he doesn't even recognize his mother. Let him see Mizong Fist."
At this time, we can only place our hope on Huo Ting'en.
By the way, when Huo Yuanjia goes out, his senior brother Liu Qingsheng always goes with him and is not at home at this time.
And even if Liu Qingsheng is in Jingwu Sect, he can't be said to be better than Huo Ting'en.
On the contrary, Huo Ting'en, as Huo Yuanjia's son, may have inherited some of his father's martial arts talents, and his daily boxing skills and actual combat level are actually higher than those of his disciples.
Most of the time, everyone jokingly calls him the Young Master.
Li Yanfang, the ninth direct disciple, was kicked by Watanabe without even passing a single move. His muscles were broken and his bones were broken, and he vomited blood;
And the sixth disciple Zhong Heng didn't even get through two moves before he was beaten on the spot and fell to the street, lying there unable to get up.
If other disciples go up, they will probably end up delivering food.
We can't let Eagle Claw King Chen Zizheng come on stage.
He is a famous figure in martial arts. While he is a university professor, he also opened a martial arts gym of his own.
Taking action here is not only suspected of bullying the small, but also somewhat unfair.
Didn’t you hear what Watanabe said?
He came to fight on behalf of his master Akutagawa Ryuichi, and he also wanted to try the methods of the Jingwu Sect disciples.
All right.
This scene is so ugly.
Yang Lin couldn't bear it any longer. Seeing the Japanese showing off their power, he hit the gate of heaven with anger and took one step forward.
Huo Ting'en, however, was the first to stop him, "Master Yang, it's up to me to do this. I can't let others underestimate me, a disciple of the Jingwu Sect..."
This makes sense.
Yang Lin's eyes flashed slightly and he stepped back. It would be best if Huo Ting'en could win. "Be careful and do your best when you attack."
Huo Ting'en rushed forward. He couldn't help it for a long time, and he didn't know if he heard Yang Lin's words.
"Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want, is it that easy?"
Huo Ting'en is in his early twenties and has a well-trained body. Not only is he arrogant, but he also thinks highly of himself.
To be honest, when the Japanese first came in, he didn't actually notice them.
After the two junior brothers were defeated by each other with lightning speed, he realized that he had underestimated this Japanese who seemed to have no martial ethics and an arrogant personality.
With a greeting, he jumped up like a civet, jumped behind Watanabe, and punched him on the shoulder.
"pedantic..."
Yang Lin looked on and shook his head.
At this time, it’s not about fellow martial artists discussing each other’s skills.
Pay attention to stopping at one point without damaging your harmony.
Fighting with the Japanese, is this what you want to do?
No one is good at fighting. You don't want to hit the vital points or the fatal points, but at least you have to make the other party dare not take a hard hit.
Is there any use in hitting the shoulder?
Sure enough, Watanabe did not dodge or evade, nor did he turn around to respond to the enemy.
If he turned back to respond, he would lose the initiative and fall into the rapid attack of Mizong Fist.
Although Huo Ting'en has not practiced swallowing the weather in one breath, and has not been blessed with such strange boxing skills as unparalleled attack speed, he originally practiced Huojiaquan, pursuing the pursuit of wind and continuous strikes, which is agile and fast.
And Mizong Quan was born out of Yanqing Quan, and is the secret hand in it, which is very good at the essence of ever-changing dexterity.
If he really gets the upper hand, even if Watanabe is stronger and more powerful, he may not be able to win it back in a short while.
It's different now.
Watanabe refused to dodge, but instead bumped backwards, sending his shoulders onto his fists.
Bang...
Fist pounding.
Huo Ting'en's expression changed drastically.
He found that his punch was like hitting a granite stone.
Not only did it not defeat the opponent, it actually hindered the impact speed of the body.
I couldn't help but take two steps back.
Watanabe is not without influence.
The punch caused him to lean forward, but he didn't care at all.
A trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and with this remaining momentum, he half-twirled his body and kicked behind with a spin...
The leg was like a whip, lashing hard at Huo Tingen's temple.
Woo...
Make a violent sound.
This leg, with the help of Huo Ting'en's power and the power of spinning, is concentrated on one leg.
It is no exaggeration to say that it has the power to break a tree.
Listen to the howling wind in your legs.
Without thinking, Huo Ting'en raised his elbow to his side and blocked.
puff……
There was a muffled sound and sweat splashed.
Huo Ting'en couldn't bear the force and leaned sideways, almost falling to the ground. His face was red.
At this moment, he felt that his hands and forearms were in pain as if they were about to break. His whole body was shocked by this heavy leg, and he was temporarily paralyzed. His head also felt slightly dizzy...
He gritted his teeth and exerted force on his feet to stand up and turn around to fight again.
Unexpectedly, after Watanabe gained power, he did not stop.
As soon as his rotating right leg landed on the ground, he lowered his body, intertwined his hands, and already touched Huo Ting'en's head.
With the lower body on the ground and the upper body pulled up, it is necessary to throw Huo Ting'en out...
"not good."
All the disciples around him exclaimed.
Everyone can see it now.
Huo Ting'en was careless for a moment and received a heavy kick from the opponent unprepared. At this time, his body was not flexible.
If your neck is strangled again and you perform a sacrificial throw, your neck will probably be broken...
Yang Lin's eyes flashed and he was about to move forward again. Chen Zizheng in front of him had already taken the first step.
"stop."
He pointed his toes and pounced on Watanabe like an eagle.
One foot is bent and the other foot is lifted. The eagle claws of the front hand have already been stretched out, and the wind hisses.
Phew...
The target was aimed directly at Watanabe's throat.
As long as the opponent really dares to throw and twist with force, he will tear out the opponent's throat with one claw.
This is the old world.
Chen Zizheng is known as the King of Eagle Claws, and his name is not something to be praised, but earned.
Naturally, there are many lives under his hands.
At this time, the attack was sure to kill, and the claw wind had not yet arrived, and Watanabe's exposed throat skin had already developed a layer of goosebumps.
He didn't care about pursuing Huo Ting'en any more, so he took back his hands, bent his elbows like a forest, and protected his face.
But he shouted loudly, "Don't do it yet."
At the same time, the skinny young man who was holding the knife and lowering his head, seemingly not caring at all about the fight in front of him, suddenly moved.
When it is motionless, it is like a dead tree.
As soon as this guy moved, his broad robe and long sleeves sounded like a strong wind, and his body was spread out like a big flag, and a shining arc of light shot out diagonally from his waist.
hiss……
Chen Zizheng had just saved Huo Ting'en, and his claws were so strong that he fought with Watanabe.
I'm waiting to teach this arrogant little Japanese a lesson so that he can't be so arrogant.
But he felt a breeze passing by his side.
When the light reflected in his eyes, there was a coldness on his neck.
After all, it is Lao Jianghu.
Chen Zizheng did not panic. He took a step forward, turned his body upside down, and bent back to form an arch bridge. At the same time, he held on to the cold light with his hands like an eagle's claws.
The light flashed away.
Whoosh...
The skinny young man was already standing still.
The knife has been sheathed.
Looking at Chen Zizheng again, his hands were already covered in blood.
In the palm of his hand, a deep mark was cut with bones visible, and a pair of eagle claws were almost destroyed.
"What a vicious knife."
"Who are you?"
Chen Zizheng squinted his eyes and stared at the skinny young man, especially at the opponent's right hand that was placed on the handle of the knife at his waist.
He didn't know when this sword would come out again.
All I know is that it will be very fast and very sharp.
He wasn't sure whether he could stop it anymore.
After all, there is a difference between having weapons and not having weapons.
Even if you catch your opponent's moves, there is no guarantee that you will not be injured.
"No sword attack? Not bad at the Eagle Claw skill, but it's a pity that it's still not strong enough to block my sword."
A cold smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he bowed with his hand on the hilt of the sword, "Beichen Iktōryu, Sato Juichiro has met you, please feel free to teach me."
"Damn it, this little devil is even more insidious. Not only did he attack with a knife, he also pretended to ask for advice. Didn't you see that Master Chen's hands were injured?"
Chen Zizheng's cultivation is based entirely on the eagle claws, and he is known as the Eagle Claw King. If he fights with fists and claws, he is worthy of anyone.
However, the opponent was holding a good sword, forged from hundreds of refined steel... Such a weapon forced him to fight with his bare hands in desperation, and he almost lost his kung fu.
At this time, it would be suicide to deal with the opponent's unparalleled one-sword style.
When the Jingwu Sect disciples heard this, they immediately became angry.
Huo Ting'en, who was rescued, was even more worried and yelled.
However, he had been discouraged by Biandu before, and now he saw the more ferocious sword skills, and he felt completely unsure.
I want to challenge, but I don't dare.
The scene froze.
"Let me show you your Beichen sword skills. Senior Chen, please don't blame me for stealing your opponent."
Yang Lin suddenly spoke loudly.
Everyone was rushing to take action earlier. Although Yang Lin looked a little bad, he couldn't say anything to attack him and rushed to take action.
When I saw the Japanese swordsman Ichiro Sato's attack style, I knew I couldn't wait any longer.
That guy's sword is fierce and murderous.
If you go on stage at this time, someone will die if you are not careful.
