Yang Lin insisted that Sato write a life and death petition.
There is no other reason.
In fact, it's because this guy is not simple.
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.
He didn't know what kind of abilities Akutagawa Ryuichi had, but the Beichen Itto-ryu swordsman in front of him was definitely a rare genius.
His capture of fighter planes and his interpretation of battles have a unique spirituality.
Especially the murderous aura is very shocking.
He is definitely an immortal little strong person who grew up from killing.
From this aspect, it is far beyond the comparison of some Chinese boxers who rarely fight life and death.
The most important thing is that this man is still young and still has a lot of room to grow...
In the future, it is not impossible to become a great swordsman that everyone has a headache for.
foreseeable future.
This person will most likely join the army that invades China, kill generals, seize the flag, and plot to assassinate him.
I don’t know how many Chinese people he will kill with his sword.
The two sides have different positions. He is a hero and I am an enemy.
Therefore, the stronger Sato is, the more he deserves to die.
As for Watanabe, it's not worth mentioning.
As long as you get used to his all-out karate attack style.
This person is even less of a threat than Blood Hand Divination.
You can crush it to death easily.
Can be ignored.
"please!"
"please……"
The two stood opposite each other.
One person is making gestures with his sword.
One person extends his hand to invite guests.
There was silence, no one made any sound.
Even the little Princess Marilyn, who had quietly sneaked in through the door, was just hiding behind the door, her breathing becoming extremely light.
She covered her lips and watched this scene without blinking.
Sato Juichiro held the knife in his hand, and his breath seemed to be cut off...
The face is solemn, without sadness or joy.
Suddenly, he raised his head, keeping his upper body leaning forward and sprinting. He didn't even change the posture of holding the knife at all, but he was sprinting with broken steps under his feet.
He rushed faster and faster. It looked like a straight line, but it was actually an arc. His feet were like thunder while kicking the ground, and at the same time...
There was a sharp roar.
Rings in everyone's heart.
The crescent moon is like a hook in front of my eyes, which hurts my eyes.
Draw your sword and chop, the new moon in the north star.
The blade was so fast that not only did it not make a harsh scream, but it was silent.
When the eyes saw it and the ears heard it, in fact, the sword light had already passed over the opponent's head.
The speed and cruelty of this sword are better than ten swords and hundreds of swords.
Everyone watched helplessly, with their hearts jumping into their throats.
The blade of the knife is to the right, and the man is to the left.
Sato slashed out with his sword and never looked back. He looked like a weightless bird, almost rising into the air and rushing five feet away without even touching the ground.
His eyebrows already showed joy, and he was about to look back at the other person's flying head.
Suddenly, his body shook wildly, and his body froze and stayed in place.
Looking down at his right hand, he discovered that the Lengyue Sword that he had carried with him for eight years was gone.
What can be held in the hand is only air, only nothingness.
The next moment, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "What a fast knife."
His head suddenly fell from his neck.
Like a waterfall of blood spurting out.
His body stood still for a while before he suddenly fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
"good……"
There was a loud sound all around.
Although the hundreds of disciples of Jingwu Sect could not see clearly, they could only see the interlacing figures and the light of swords like snow.
However, they saw clearly that Yang Lin was standing there, unharmed.
But that fierce and strong Japanese swordsman even lost his head.
No need to ask who loses and wins.
For a moment, he couldn't help but the blood filled his chest, and he looked up to the sky and shouted.
At this moment, no one thought about the consequences.
No one cared whether Yang Lin was the new coach of Jingwu Sect.
They only know that if Jingwu Sect wins, that's fine.
Sweep away all the previous arrogance and feel proud.
"Phantom, swallow the weather in one gulp." Huo Ting'en stood on the spot and shouted loudly. As soon as it reached his mouth, he couldn't scream anymore.
In the hands of outsiders, I saw the Mizong Fist that I had seen since childhood. It seemed to be real but not real, with no definite shadow.
For a while, I felt as if I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and I was speechless for a while.
'I learned it so quickly, and its power is not much worse than what my father used. It's even a little more relaxed and comfortable.
For so many years, I have never been able to understand it or use it...'
Thinking of this, Huo Ting'en could only remain silent. Is the Mizong Fist he played called Mizong Fist?
If you miss that breath, you will miss a long journey.
"Shadowless hands, plum-blossom knife..." Chen Zizheng's hands trembled slightly, his lips trembled, and he suddenly let out a long sigh, "The future life is terrible."
At the scene, apart from Huo Ting'en, who was familiar with his own boxing skills and recognized at a glance what technique Yang Lin used to defeat Sato Shiichiro's sword draw, only Chen Zizheng watched it most carefully.
He could see clearly.
When the two of them crossed paths and Sato slashed Yang Lin's neck, Yang Lin started to move.
His chest was slightly bulging abnormally, and there was a hint of blood in his eyes.
One right hand, but there are many phantoms, and the five fingers are like plucking strings.
From the blade head to the blade, and then to the handle, he flicked and twisted all the way, directly breaking the concussive cutting power on the blade. With a slight lift of his tail finger, he picked up the Lengyue Knife and held it in his hand.
Then, the body rotated.
The sword in his hand shed a bright sword light.
Like plum blossoms in full bloom.
The flower blooms with five petals and is breathtaking.
Taking out the sword and putting it away is like the softest spring breeze passing through the wilderness, ruffling a wave of clear water.
Even Sato didn't feel that the knife in his hand was missing or that he had been stabbed in the neck.
When he reached the end, his head fell off and he fell to the ground.
It sounds like a long time, but actually it only takes one tenth of the blink of an eye.
When the two of them exchanged swords, Yang Lin's performance was simply thrilling.
Receive the knife, seize the knife, draw the knife, put the knife away.
He was done in an instant.
Taking into account both strength and speed...
It is extremely beautiful and makes people marvel.
"What if it were me, facing this knife?"
When Chen Zizheng thought of this, he couldn't help but shook his head. He felt a chill on his neck and didn't want to think about it any more.
"You, you, what kind of magic did you use to kill Sato? It's impossible..."
Watanabe rubbed his eyes and roared in disbelief.
He was full of courage and was not afraid when he saw Sato die. As he punched, he twisted sideways, turned his fist into a leg, and kicked Yang Lin in the chest.
His legs were strong and he shoveled it over like a bulldozer.
Yang Lin stood there, looking at his legs reaching his chest, and suddenly took a step back.
Lifting the leg over the head, it struck down with a bang like a giant axe.
Watanabe's kick was in the air, missing Yang Lin's chest by three points. Before he could close his leg, he was hit in the knee by that quick and incompetent kick.
Click...
His legs were bent into a V shape, broken upside down, and white bones were exposed at the break.
As soon as a miserable howl came out, he saw the figure in front of him turn forward and kick him hard in the chest.
The sound of broken bones was heard.
Watanabe howled miserably and held it in his mouth. He flew backwards two feet away and fell to the ground with a bang, his chest visibly dented.
"You like to use heavy legs so much, then break your legs and see who can take the lead with your bare hands."
The art is so advanced that it scares people to death.
Previously, when Watanabe hit the ninth and sixth disciples of Jingwu Sect, it was like beating a child.
But now, under Yang Lin's legs, Watanabe is as weak as a sheep, with no room for resistance at all.
While everyone was relieved to see this, they were also a little embarrassed.
Such a thing actually managed to annihilate all the disciples of his Jingwu Sect, and even the young master of the hall was defeated. The defeat was extremely embarrassing.
If we say that when they saw Yang Lin killing Sato before, everyone couldn't restrain their blood and roared with excitement.
Now, he yelled halfway and quickly stopped.
Then he quietly looked at the direct disciples of Jingwu Sect, especially Huo Ting'en.
The scene was momentarily awkward.
…
Bang bang!
After two gunshots.
A sharp whistle sounded suddenly.
Groups of patrolmen rushed in, all holding guns.
"I heard that some Japanese came to Fist of Fury to cause trouble and fight, and they didn't stop."
Fatty Huang rushed in with a majestic look on his face.
He was followed by three masters.
After he raised his gun and fired two shots into the air, he wanted to say something else...
Suddenly, he saw the body of Sato Juichiro.
Then when he saw Watanabe, who was lying on the ground with his chest sunken and struggling to survive, and the dozen or so Japanese who looked like mourning concubines, his expression suddenly changed.
