Chapter 215： Bag-hunting "gods" (1/2)

The eight-faced sword in Song Jian's hand was much heavier than the samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan. This sword was smashed at will, and the situation was so powerful that Little Japan was dumbfounded;

”You are swordsmanship? I don't know much about Chinese martial arts, don't lie to me!”

Song Jian's seemingly random move was very powerful, and Little Japan was helpless, and he could only resist with his sword.

Uh ~

Like Taishan, the samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan was directly crushed and hit his shoulder. From the strength, the two were not a heavyweight. Song Jian had crushing power on him;

”Nani!” A look of surprise appeared on Little Japan's face: ”How could it be, how could this person be so strong? Did he take the potion!”

”Too weak!” Song Jianwang faced the little Japan in a white shirt with a look of disappointment in his eyes. His eyes deeply pierced Little Japan's pride.

”Ah, I'm the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire. Our samurai of the Great Japanese Empire are invincible! Let's die ~” Little Japan's face showed a sloppy look, and he gave up the katana held by both hands and turned towards Song Jian rushed over.

The reason why he came to fight this underground black boxing is mainly because the people behind the underground black boxing have great power. Even if people are seriously injured or even killed every day, they will never cause any trouble. The purpose of Little Japan is the same as Song Jian. They all came here to improve their martial arts by killing people, but I did not expect that even on the first day on the stage, they would encounter the iron plate of Song Jian.

Now that he knows that the opponent is strong, Little Japan has also made up his mind to die. When he rushed to Song Jian, he took out the short blade around his waist, and tried his best to move forward;

”I said, you are too weak!” Song Jian sighed slightly, the other side's every move, in front of his powerful perception, had nothing to say.

When the wrist was flipped, the eight-faced sword flashed a white light, and it was directly cut to Little Japan's right hand, and a blood arrow shot out, accompanied by a painful howl, a palm holding a broken blade flew up;

”Ah ~” Little Japan is like a beast, even with open arms, biting toward Song Jian's throat, a posture of returning to the same end.

Song Jian did not retreat, and the long sword in his hand moved forward slightly, stabbing the opponent's throat, a puff of blood spurted out, and Song Jian drew his sword to avoid it.

”嗬 嗬 ~” Little Japan rushed forward two steps, his knees softened, and his body fell to the ground.

”Win!” Ding Yi jumped excitedly.

Song Jian walked down the stage expressionlessly, it was not too challenging, not even to warm up.

”If the players here are all of this level, I will not come here again!” Song Jian looked at Ding Yi with an excited look and shook his head.

Ding Yi's face froze, and he quickly said, ”Today I ’ll take you here for a visit. There are usually no masters here, and you will know if you look at the audience. Masters need to be notified and publicized in advance. Rest assured, if you are in Linhai, you ca n’t find a master here , Nowhere else! ”

”Okay, let me know if there is a master in the future.” Song Jian said casually: ”I'll take this sword, is it okay?”

Ding Yi hesitated for a moment and shook his head: ”No problem, you can take it.”

Song Jian nodded and walked outside with an eight-faced sword;