Aventure of the super master

If Qin Feng is a swordsman, his first reaction after losing his sword is not to fight the enemy, but to flee immediately. After all, as a swordsman, losing his weapon is equivalent to breaking an arm, and his combat power is invisible. A big discount, even if the lost weapon is regarded as life, it is still important to save life at this time.

However, Matsumoto Hirata didn't seem to be so conscious at the moment. When his Tianyun Cong sword fell into Qin Feng's hands, he knew that the opponent's strength was strong, but he chose not to escape, but to escape from such a powerful opponent. Take back your private room.

The so-called bushido spirit is an almost blind belief. For this nation, although such belief can indeed increase people's combat effectiveness at certain times, and they are not afraid of death, but sometimes it becomes a fetter .

This is also the reason why Japanese samurai want to stab themselves in the stomach with a knife whenever they are defeated or encounter something. Even ordinary Japanese samurai still wear a shorter knife with them.

Of course, the short knife is not used to kill the enemy, but to commit seppuku at critical times.

Just imagine, people who carry suicide tools with them. Such a nation is indeed a bit scary to say the least, but it also makes their suicide rate skyrocket.

Matsumoto Hirata is not like that at the moment. Although he also admires the so-called Bushido spirit, he has no urge to commit suicide at this time. What he wants is to take back his sword and kill the young man in front of him who took his things. Ashamed, as for whether he can succeed in the end, even if he is as calm as he is, he is not considering it at this time.

Once this sword is really lost, Matsumoto Hirata really doesn't know what to do. It is a sacred object of their nation. It was the greatest honor for him when the emperor bestowed it on him, but now it falls into someone else's It was a great shame in his hands. If he escaped at this time, he might really want to stab himself to apologize.

Matsumoto Hirata didn't want to die like that, at least he was not an ordinary samurai, he was the number one swordsman in Japan, he wanted to fight and kill to restore his lost dignity, so he chose to fight now.

The long knife in Qin Feng's hand waved lightly, and there was a sharp piercing sound in the air. It has to be said that Japan's sword-making skills have indeed reached the peak level. The sword in his hand may be just a piece of paper in his opinion. The long knife with a handle was indeed very sharp, at least it didn't fall on his own blood feathers.

"Give me back my sword!" Matsumoto Hirata has already moved, still using his tricky moves. Although he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he is still the eighth master on the god list. How can his strength be underestimated? Feng's face was slapped over, his right wrist was still dripping with blood, and this movement made the blood splatter even more, he didn't care at all, his strong willpower told him that he must take back his weapon today.

Qin Feng didn't speak, facing Matsumoto Hirata's arm, he stood still and didn't understand. The long knife in his hand whizzed and slashed at the person coming. Although he didn't have Xueyu to use it with ease, it was used to deal with the unarmed Matsumoto at this moment. It was enough for Hirata.

Seeing the oncoming cold light, Matsumoto Hirata looked dignified. He knew his own weapon best, and he didn't dare to face the sharpness at this moment. He could only retract the sharp palm, and his face was full of unwillingness. The enemy used his weapon Dealing with himself was tantamount to the biggest humiliation he had ever received in this life for Matsumoto Hirata.

"Well, it's very good. It is said that the Tianyun Congjian is a spiritual weapon. I don't know how it will react when it drinks the blood of its original master. Whether it is excitement or whining..." Qin Feng's mouth curled up. The body has already chased Matsumoto Hirata, and took advantage of his illness to kill him. Since he has taken the lead at this moment, Qin Feng has nothing to hesitate. Thinking that the one who is beheading at this moment is the eighth master on the list of gods, he can't help but feel excited. It is the long knife in his hand with a crisp sound, as if feeling the emotional fluctuations of the owner who is holding it at the moment.

"court death!"

Matsumoto Hirata took a few steps back. Although he didn't care about the wound on his wrist, his instinctive body's protective response to pain still affected his actions more or less. Don't be afraid that you can't use your full strength without a weapon. The current wound will have an impact on this level of battle, and it was the purple-haired woman who caused all of this. Thinking of this, Matsumoto Hirata was even more angry. When the person in front of him was killed, the two women He won't kill him immediately, he must play with it slowly to death, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Qin Feng has already bullied himself again. Although he has never used such a long knife before, but the knife weapon is the best among all weapons, and it is still handy. Matsumoto Hirata's forehead was in the middle.

Matsumoto Hirata was angry, but he had to avoid his sharp edge, and faced the powerful enemy with magic weapons in his hands with his bare hands. He was not slack in his strength for a while, but was completely suppressed by Qin Feng.

How could Matsumoto Hirata endure such humiliation, the majestic number one swordsman in Japan, the eighth person in the god list, which has always been his proud capital, but today he was bullied by a junior like this, that kind of humiliation The feeling almost made him have the urge to commit seppuku on the spot.

Taking advantage of Qin Feng's long knife falling, Matsumoto Hirata made another move. Without a weapon in his hand, he turned into a knife with one hand, and slashed towards Qin Feng's neck with one side of his body.

Qin Feng's eyes were fixed, and he quickly dodged. His neck was only an inch away from the opponent's palm, but he could still feel a tingling pain on his skin. He sighed inwardly. It's timely, otherwise if you get hit, it's like being slashed by this guy.

With a little peace of mind, the next moment, the movement of the long knife in his hand is like flowing clouds and flowing water, constantly adopting an offensive rhythm, slashing, horizontal stabs, and upward thrusts. .

The best defense is to attack. Qin Feng knows this very well. If he just wanted to repel a strong enemy at the beginning, the situation suddenly changed at this moment. Qin Feng has changed his original intention. Save your life.

Feng Mei stood at the same spot from beginning to end, watching the fight between the young master and Matsumoto Hirata with tangled eyes. Even if the other party had no weapons, he was still a super expert on the list of gods. It was not what the young master's current strength could achieve. His heart was already entangled. He wanted to go up to help, but when he thought of the look in front of the young master's hand just now, his heart was completely flustered, and he stood there at a loss as to why the young master was angry, and he was still angry with her, which he had never met before. This is the first time this has happened.

Feng Mei stood there helplessly watching the battle between the young master and Matsumoto Hirata but did not dare to step forward, just because of the young master's gaze just now.

Fengkage also felt the abnormality of his sister's emotions, biting his lips and standing beside him without speaking, looking at the two people fighting in the center with complicated eyes, full of worry.

The scene was tense for a moment, and the form changed rapidly.

Qin Feng finally realized what it means to be a strong man on the list of gods, and his heart sank slightly. Even if the opponent has no weapons now, this battle is not as easy as he imagined. He didn't lose the wind at all, such strength was enough to surprise Qin Feng.

Matsumoto Hirata is only the eighth in the list of gods, and no matter whether it is his old man master or the Lion King, they are all higher-level masters. What level of such strength should be achieved?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng still couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seems that he is still too self-confident. He originally thought that the continuous growth of his strength had narrowed the gap between himself and those perverted masters, but now it seems that there is still a long way to go. very.

The new student relaxed slightly, and suddenly a sense of danger spread throughout his body. At some point, Matsumoto Hirata walked around to Qin Feng's side like a ghost, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and a sharp wind in his palm. Under Qin Feng's ribs...

There was an ear-piercing sound of clothes being torn. Although Qin Feng had already avoided it, he still felt a piercing pain in his ribs spreading all over his body. He felt bad in his heart, and he kicked Matsumoto Hirata in the chest and flew out backwards.

His throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Inadvertently, Matsumoto Hirata found an opportunity. This palm plus kick was not so easy even for a body as strong as Qin Feng.

There was still a piercing pain under the ribs, the clothes were torn, and the inside was already dripping with blood. It was lucky that the internal organs were not injured after a little movement, but the next kick was also not light, and there was a searing pain in the chest, as if it was about to burst After a while, he quickly adjusted his breath and then stood up with the tip of the knife in front of him.

The sudden change caused the expressions of the two women next to them to change drastically, they couldn't care about anything else, they rushed forward together for fear that the Japanese would hurt the young master again at this time, that was something they didn't want to see even if they died.

"Go back!" Qin Feng looked hoarsely at the two women and shouted in a low voice, stopping the figures of the two women. He had already clearly felt the fierceness of Matsumoto Hirata's methods. Even without weapons now, Feng The combination of Ying and Fengmei cannot be an opponent.

It doesn't matter if Qin Feng himself gets a little bit of injury, after all, his ability to withstand and repair is extremely strong, and no matter how powerful these two women are, they are just ordinary bodies. Like the two blows just now, if it was placed on them, it would definitely not be as easy as it is now.

I didn't speak anymore for fear of losing my vitality, and I tried my best to hold my breath so that the injury in my body would not spread. I mentioned again and rushed towards Matsumoto Hirata, but I was lamenting in my heart. It is only reconciled to watching your apprentice be beaten to death.

Although I thought so in my heart, the movements in my hands did not stop at all, they were still sharp slashing, and the ferocious smile on the corner of Matsumoto Hirata's mouth became stronger and stronger. At this moment, the young man was already scarred, and it would be difficult to deal with it again. It was not as strenuous as before, and the only thing he was afraid of was the weapon in his hand that originally belonged to him.

The blood from the corner of his mouth is still overflowing, the only thing he can do is to shut up as much as possible, because of the strenuous exercise, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest is even more intense, but Qin Feng knows that he must not fall down at this moment, otherwise not only Both himself and the two women behind him will suffer.

His face was solemn and stern, and his eyes had turned red because of injury or anger. His eyes were cold and staring at the Japanese in front of him. It was not so easy to kill himself. Clenching cold sweat, clenching teeth, eyes becoming more and more fierce, and the movements of hands are constantly accelerating. At this moment, the potential of the whole body has completely begun to explode. The thicker the smell of blood, the more he can only grit his teeth and close his teeth tightly. Even the repair of the mysterious current is a bit out of step with the rhythm, but fortunately, it is better than nothing, and there is still a starting point. At least the wound is serious, but it is no longer the same as it was at the beginning. Unbearable pain affects movement.

The gradually accelerating speed made it more difficult for Matsumoto Hirata to parry and dodge. He couldn't figure it out anymore. He had obviously injured this guy seriously. At this moment, he seemed to be running away after fighting again. Instead of affecting his performance, he left even more, especially the opponent Those bloodshot and red eyes exuded a stern light, like a wolf king who chooses to devour people in the dark, even Matsumoto Hirata couldn't help being suffocated.

With that kind of momentum, that kind of explosive power, Matsumoto Hirata actually felt an emotion called fear, but it was the first time, and he didn't even have the slightest doubt that this young man who was already in a rage would not hesitate the next moment as long as he seized the opportunity tearing his body to vent his anger.

Such a situation must change. Matsumoto Hirata knew that the Lion King was already restraining Feng Feiyang, but as the king of killers, he could not restrain Feng Feiyang if he wanted to. Even though the Lion King was powerful, Feng Feiyang was not weak at all, and more importantly He is a killer, the king of killers, not only powerful in killing, but also in escape ability. He has confidence in the Lion King, but he has to anticipate unexpected situations.The time here has been delayed for so long, and it is completely contrary to the expected quick battle. If that perverted old guy rushes back at this time, he will really be finished.

Thinking of this, Matsumoto Hirata's eyes flashed a fierce look, and the next moment Qin Feng slashed at him without dodging, he stretched out his hand to meet him, and grasped the sharp blade from the side, despite a burst of fingers cutting The pain made him tear up, but he held it back, with a cruel smile on his face, and the other stretched out to his waist, where there was the short knife he was wearing, and there would be no slightest in the battle with such a weapon. Combat power, but at critical moments, especially when close to the body, it can exert its fatal blow.

The scenes that can be seen in many movies about Japanese samurai duels, the competition is fierce, but the Japanese samurai can pull out the short knife at the waist that seems to be just for decoration or suicide when they are close to each other, and then stab the opponent to death. A perfect counterattack is also the characteristic of Japanese martial arts. Although it is indeed shameless, the effect is amazing.

At this moment, Matsumoto Hirata is exactly the same, at the moment when one hand is holding the blade, the other hand has been stretched towards his waist. At this moment, Qin Feng will either let go of the long knife in his hand and turn around to retreat quickly, or face it directly. If the other party stabs, both situations are unfavorable. If the long knife is taken back, the situation will undoubtedly be more dangerous. If you don't let go, you will die in the next moment.

Qin Feng has obviously realized Matsumoto Hirata's thoughts, instead of any entanglement, he smiled. The distance between the two of them was less than one foot, and the bright smile on Qin Feng's face was clearly reflected in Matsumoto Hirata's eyes, with some doubts He was taken aback for a moment, and the next moment Tong Tong's pupils contracted, and a mist of blood spewed out from the opponent's mouth, facing his face.

Vision was instantly blurred. Matsumoto Hirata instinctively let go of the hand that was about to be unsheathed and put it on the handle of the knife, and stretched it out to wipe his face. Such a slight carelessness in the battle sight may be fatal, but he did not expect that the opponent had a hidden weapon, and this hidden weapon It was his own blood.

The long knife in his hand was turned over in his hand, and the next moment a shrill scream pierced the night sky, a icy moonlight flashed past, and an arm soared into the sky and fell to the ground.

Qin Feng's face turned pale for a while, but he was smiling. Not only would the other party create a chance for a sudden attack, but he also knew how to grasp it. He held a long knife in one hand, and the blood feather between his fingers in the other hand did not know when it had appeared. Seeing the other party's miserable situation, Qin Feng smiled more brilliantly, then fell down, struggled to get up again, and chased after Matsumoto Hirata.

At that moment just now, when Matsumoto Hirata wanted to draw his sword to assassinate Qin Feng, it was also Qin Feng's long-planned fatal blow, using the blood in his mouth as a cover, and the blood feathers had already been used on Matsumoto Hirata's body between lightning and flint. A circular arc seemed to be drawn easily on the right arm. Under the sharpness of the blood feather, Matsumoto Hirata suddenly broke his arm, and that scream was made because of it.

No matter how strong a person is, it is possible to endure this kind of pain. For example, in TV dramas, it is almost impossible for a person who can keep silent after losing one hand. Even if there is, he is possessed by Yang Guo.

Matsumoto Hirata was not strong enough yet, so he screamed, his voice was shrill, and at the moment when his arm was broken, he was also kicked loose by Qin Feng, and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body flew backwards. The convulsions are the instinctive reaction of the body to the extreme pain.

Qin Feng did not let go of this opportunity, the same sentence, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he rushed towards the crippled Matsumoto Hirata with a long knife, and he must take his life, otherwise such a person as an enemy really It's not a happy thing, even if the opponent's broken arm is already a useless person, he still has to kill the grass and roots.

Although Matsumoto Hirata's body was already filled with pain, seeing Qin Feng coming up again, his eyes were terrified. This time he didn't slam, because he knew what consequences awaited him in the next moment, so he stood up and jumped towards the distance with a loud voice. This time he chose to escape.

Although he lost his hand, his legs and feet are still very good, and his speed of escape is not slow at all. As for the loss of the weapon or something, it was only when he faced the real threat of death that he realized that everything was not important at this moment...

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