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It all happened so quickly that Matsuo, Takahashi and others were still looking up at Yamada's fine knife technique with their feet resting on their necks.

Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly turned without signs. There was no transition between them. Yamada, a well-known samurai in the downfall, was directly cut off from his left hand.

The blood that sprayed from the broken mouth splashed on Zhang Heng's unwashed feather weave for some time, making his already unusually tall body look even more appalling.

Matsuo and Takahashi were directly surprised to take two steps backwards until their backs ran against the wooden fence, but their little eyes couldn't help but twirl around and were obviously ready to slip away.

Pupils in the other bamboo also contracted sharply.

Even Yamada, who lost his left hand, may not have figured out what had happened at that moment before. From the stunned look on his face, he couldn't figure out why he had taken the upper hand and lost so simply.

Only as a bystander and master of knife surgery, Takeuchi barely caught up with Zhang Heng's last knife.

And that's why he felt the power of this knife even more deeply.

Zhang Heng grabbed Yamada's slight frustration between the first and second moves, and fooled himself into the other party's chest. At the same time, he quickly shook his wrist, allowing the tip of the knife to draw an arc and avoid Yamada's knife. Also because Yamada was waving the knife, from the point of view of the bamboo, it was like Yamada deliberately pulled his wrist towards the other party's blade.

Bamboo pumped a sip of air, so fast a knife, so horrible a calculation, how come everyone I met today seems a little more insidious than myself.

Until the truncated hand landed, Yamada realized what. The severe pain coming out of his left wrist filled his forehead with sweat beads. However, the pride of being a samurai was that he did not cry. He infarcted his neck and knelt half to the ground, his chest fluctuated violently and his face was pale.

The hillside dojo became quieter than ever at this moment, and even a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Little Sandy stood there with her mouth wide open and just felt her head was a little out of use.

Not long ago, she was still worried about the wanderer. The next moment, Zhang Heng was simply defeated by the strong enemy in front of her. As someone who fought Yamada twice, Xiao Yamada's real strength was probably the most powerful person. Although this Changzhou clan samurai may not be comparable to her father, it is not too far apart.

Such skill can be described as masterful in any power, so her defeat in the previous battle is not unjust.

Yet this is the kind of master who hasn't even survived three tricks in the hands of this wanderer.

Little Sandy almost never turned this sharp bend.

In front of her, this guy who she once despised without mercy thought was bragging... is he really a master of the world?

After the three moves, Zhang Heng was no longer visiting Yamada. He took his own knife and went into the sheath.

And then to a stubborn little Sanshee Dao, "Sorry. ”

What, I'm sorry about what? ”Little Sandy asked dumbfoundly.

“Sorry about the floor on your dojo.” Zhang Heng pointed to the blood on the ground, and as he said his eyes deliberately and unintentionally swept over Matsuo, Takahashi and others, both of whom he saw were eager to turn into an earthworm on the spot and go into the ground.

And the other Changzhou clan samurai, who stood with Bamboo, although not so embarrassed, was also horrified.

Zhang Heng's eyes eventually stopped in the bamboo. He could see that the guy in front of him was probably the head of this pedestrian. The latter seemed to encounter some difficulty at this time, standing there holding his arms in meditation and suffering.

Zhang Heng picked out his eyebrows and asked, “What do you mean? Do you want to fight again? ”

“I find that… I don't seem to be your opponent.” Takeuchi looked very distressed, "but the idiot had been yelling at the Changzhou clan samurai and so on before. It didn't seem too good to just walk away. ”

I heard him say that Matsuo and Takahashi's heart couldn't help but get colder. The belief that they are still standing here is that Takeuchi is better than Yamada. Although Takeuchi is not as horrible as Zhang Heng, after all, he has easily defeated Yamada before. Probably, maybe, there may be another World War?

Now, however, Takeuchi himself admitted that he was worse than Zhang Heng and broke the only illusion that remained in their hearts.

“Oh, you Changzhou clans have any other masters?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Of course, Yamada is small and famous, but his strength is not as good as mine,” Takeuchi snapped his finger, “although I'm good, there are more people there than I am. ”

“Are those guys in Kyoto now?” Zhang Heng seems to be getting interested.

“Well... although most people are still in Changzhou clan, in this turmoil, the world is rich in Kyoto, the eldest husband is alive, consider himself a great cause, there are indeed many people in Kyoto or on their way to Kyoto.” Bamboo nodded.

“That's right, you go back and tell those guys, if you want revenge on this guy, come to the hill dojo and I'll wait for them here.” Zhang Hengdao.

“It hurts!” Takeuchi slapped his thigh, “I did not wrong, Your Excellency is a real hodger! In that case, we shall meet again sometime. ”

He gave Matsuo and Takahashi a look and let them leave with their injured yamada.

After leaving the dojo, Takeuchi asked Matsuo and Takahashi to take Yamada to the hospital for medical treatment, and he himself rushed to Kyoto to find the owner of the Changzhou clan.

When Yamada's gang arrived, the momentum rushed, but it was gray when they left.

When all those people left the hill dojo, Little Mountain Sister finally realized something was wrong and said, “Hey, why did you just give me the name of my dojo and think I didn't fade fast enough here? ”

Zhang Hengzhang stalled, “There's no way, whoever leaves me to live here, and you don't have to worry, since I'm going to take care of this matter, whoever comes after me, I'm going to take it, and you don't have to be so pessimistic. Your dojo has fallen so far, it can't be any more depressing, maybe it can make you famous for Kyoto. ”

Zhang Heng himself doesn't matter, he is here to challenge the world's master, to find the famous knife, hanging the sign of Xiaoshan Dojo is just a smooth thing.

“... but you're not from Koyama Dojo at all.” Xiao Shanxi is helpless, “the yard is the same size. I appreciate your saving me this time, and I will find a way to repay you, well, maybe I will spare you the rent after... but Xiaoshan Mingxin is just a little school, and it's not big in Kyoto, but I won't fake the hands of outsiders to revive the fame of the dojo, maybe it's silly in the eyes of outsiders, but it's my insistence, before you pretended to be a dojo doorman, I will not pursue it, and your own genre is so strong, your master must also be a big figure, will he watch you hang the names of other schools? ”

“She? I don't suppose so.” Zhang Heng thought about it carefully. His knife method was originally practiced in action in a copy of the black sail. If you really want to say Master, Annie can barely count half. After all, Zhang Heng learned from Annie for some time before, and the two of them practiced often after that. However, if you want to come to the red-haired pirate, you don't care about any portals at all. In her eyes, cutting someone's knife method is a good knife method.

“If you really care so much about this kind of thing, I'll just join your genre.” Zhang Heng proposed a solution.

“Eh?”