Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2647: So much bullshit!

In fact, Miyata Xianju was not afraid of Li Zhenshan alone, but was afraid that once Li Zhenshan joined, more people would join.

By then, not to mention Qi Dabing who posed a great danger to him, he also understood the principle that if there were too many ants, an elephant could be killed.

He was about to say something about the spirit of warriors to force Duanwu to fight him, but Duanwu spoke first: "Mr. Li, there is no need. He is just a devil. I am enough. Everyone stand back!"

"Be careful, soldier!"

Tang Jiujiu felt Duanwu's confidence, but was worried that if she continued to stay with Duanwu, she would become a burden, so she gave him a warning and slowly stepped back.

Duanwu looked at the wound on Tang Jiujiu's hand, still feeling heartbroken. He said to Jiang Li in the distance: "Take all the injured and go to the field hospital for treatment immediately."

"Yes!"

Jiang Li quickly accepted the order. In fact, she felt guilty about the current situation. After all, Duanwu entrusted such an important intelligence task to her, but the base was not only attacked, but also many people were injured, and even two outstanding anti-Japanese fighters were killed in the battle.

Of course, she also knew that now was not the time to talk about this, because she had to take the injured to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible.

Soon, Tang Jiujiu, Gao Yanan, Arou and others were carried away, including Ma Pingan who was still in a coma.

Duanwu looked at Ma Ping'an lying motionless on the stretcher, and his anger grew even stronger.

He pointed the short knife in his hand at Miyata again and said, "There are only two of us left now, you make your move!"

Gong Tian Xianju smiled slightly, and laughed in his heart: The Chinese are really stupid. In this situation, they still want to fight me one-on-one? If it were me, I would have ordered to shoot long ago.

At this time, Miyata Xianju couldn't help laughing.

Of course, on the surface, Miyata Xianju had a normal expression on his face, but he said righteously: "I now acknowledge that you are a samurai, so I will end your life with the highest honor of a samurai. And it will be your greatest honor to die under my sword."

At this point, Miyata Xianju still looked very proud.

Duanwu sneered: "You talk too much nonsense!"

"idiot!"

Miyata Xianju was scolded and felt a little embarrassed. He roared angrily and rushed forward suddenly, like a black lightning, with a samurai sword carrying a sharp wind, straight towards Duanwu.

At the same time, Duanwu also flashed, and the black blade drew a strange arc in the air, and instantly collided with Miyata Kenju's samurai sword, and suddenly a sharp sound of metal collision was heard.

The two separated as soon as they touched, but soon collided again. The battle instantly entered a white-hot stage.

Miyata Kenju's swordsmanship is sharp and domineering, and each blow contains the power to split mountains and crack rocks. Duanwu responds with flexible body movements. The black blade in his hands seems to have life and becomes a part of his body. He can attack and defend with ease.

Amid the flashing of swords and shadows, the two figures intersected, separated, and intersected again. Each confrontation was accompanied by the sound of metal friction, as if the blades were tearing the air and distorting it.

Miyata Xianju became more and more frightened as the battle went on. He found that no matter how fierce his attacks were, they would be easily resolved by the opponent. Moreover, the opponent's swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, and his body movements were also getting faster and faster. Gradually, Duanwu swayed in front of him like a shadow, and he could only defend passively.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? How could this happen?"

Miyata Kenju couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on him, because he has always lived in his hometown, like a frog in a well.

In addition, given his age, it was impossible for him to meet Dizang, who was nearly 70 years old, so he had no idea what the art of killing was.

Of course, he didn't need to know, because at this moment, he only needed to experience it with his own body. Duanwu's killing technique suddenly burst out with full force, and its speed was even faster, and it had already turned from the previous afterimage into a series of black lines.

Miyata Xianju felt a black screen before his eyes, followed by a slight pain all over his body.

First his knife-holding hand, then his arm, and all over his body.

His muscles began to relax and his strength dissipated silently, as if being taken away by some invisible force.

He was shocked to find that he could not control any part of his body. He could only watch the opponent's knife tip moving on his body like an artist drawing beautiful lines on a canvas.

"What kind of move is this?"

A low and desperate groan came from Miyata Kenju's throat. He tried to resist, but his body was like a candle in the wind, swaying.

But at this time, Duanwu still did not stop, even though the opponent had lost his fighting ability due to his killing skills.

His knife continued to swing, as if he was pursuing the ultimate in killing.

At this moment, every movement of Duanwu contained the understanding of the mystery of the art of killing. This was not only the understanding of the moves, but also a higher and profound practice of martial arts.

At this moment, even many of the problems in the killing techniques that he had been unable to understand in the past were solved. Even in his mind, the figure of another person appeared.

And this person is Qi Dabing.

Although Duanwu didn't know why Qi Dabing appeared, he saw another person who was also performing the killing technique.

However, the opponent's killing method seems to be another version.

This made Duanwu curious, but at the same time, he was like a sponge absorbing water, constantly integrating the opponent's moves with his own killing techniques.

So he drew his sword faster and faster, even to a speed that he himself could hardly imagine.

As the last black knife light flashed, Miyata Kenju's body suddenly lost support and slowly fell down.

His eyes were wide open, full of fear.

Of course, he didn't want to open his eyes, but because his eyelids were gone and a lot of flesh and blood was gone from his entire head.

Including his body, only white bones and a few connected muscle tissues were left, just like a bloody skeleton.

Duanwu slowly put away his sword, his body still standing in the same place, because his spiritual world was still immersed in the swinging of the sword.

It was not until a long time later that many Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers who were watching the battle, as well as Li Zhenshan, One-Eyed Dragon and others, uttered sounds of horror, and Duanwu slowly opened his eyes.

"What about that little devil? How dare he hurt my wife? I'll skin him alive if I don't."

As soon as Duanwu opened his eyes, he heard Ma Shanpao cursing in a hoarse voice, as if he wanted to kill someone.

It turned out that Ma Shanpao was also worried about the safety of the base, so he ran back behind Duanwu.

But Duanwu was running so fast that he could not catch up with him, so he had to chase after him, running out of breath, and just returned to the base.

As soon as he returned to the base, he heard that his wife was injured. He saw Gao Yanan unconscious and heard that she had vomited blood several times. Her eyes were red, and she ran over with a gun to fight the devils!

(End of this chapter)