The most shocking thing was the Army. The Longquan sword in his hand was borrowed from Zhang Gulu! It was broken like this, and it was impossible to explain... The Army stared at the broken sword in his hand, glanced at it, trying to find the other half of the broken sword. Sure enough, the part of the sword tip was lying not far away, and it was shining in the sun, as if it was declaring its existence.

The Army grinned with a wry smile. Seeing that Liu Shengcang was also looking for his half-cut knife in surprise, the Army felt infinitely satisfied.

However, after hearing Zhang Lu's surprise, his mood could no longer calm down. The Army took two steps back and moved closer to Mu Tiezhu and Zhang Lu. Seeing that Liu Shengcang had no intention of chasing him, the Army had time to turn back and smile bitterly: "Zhang Lu, I owe you a sword."

Zhang Lu suddenly blushed: "Jiang...Police Officer Lu, I'm sorry for you... My sword is so...too unscrupulous." Zhang Lu felt extremely ashamed. His ancestral sword was broken with his samurai sword! Zhang Lu was even blaming his ancestors: Do you have no vision to identify swords and swords...

Zhang Gulu really had no intention of blaming the Army. Instead, he felt that his own sword had delayed the Army's performance. He wished he could turn into a sword that could make a decision, which could help the Army... But this idea could only be thought about in his rusted head. With his stupid mouth and tongue, he could not express his advanced ideas at all.

The Army did not hear what Zhang Gulu was saying at all, but moved his body quickly, bullied forward, and approached Liu Shengcang again. The Army smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Liu Sheng, let's use his fists and feet to compete with his wins and losses." As the half-cut sword in his hand was shaken off, the Army was also very helpless.

Liu Shengcang smiled grimly and threw the half-cut knife in his hand very simply: "Okay! Army, you are a good person! We must decide the winner today! Come on!" Liu Shengcang was unwilling to admit defeat, especially at this moment, many people were paying attention to the victory or defeat of this competition, and media people also joined in. The flashes and cameras in the stands were all reasons why Liu Shengcang could not easily admit defeat.

On the contrary, the Army is just an unknown person in China. Even if he dies in battle, perhaps only his relatives of the Army will pay attention to it... Of course, the Army has achieved great achievements, but it is far from being a little different from Liu Shengcang, a master with a high reputation in Haiguo.

The Army also easily threw half of the sword in his hand, shook his body and looked at Yau Shengcang with a burning look: "It is the honor of our army to be able to fight with Mr. Yau Sheng... Haha, if you beat you to death, don't blame me." The Army's words were obviously annoying. What does it mean to kill someone? Don't blame me?

Liu Shengcang was also a man of many battles. When he heard the Army's joking statement, he couldn't help but smile and said lightly: "Er! We fight you and I, to this extent, can't stop! Are you afraid to fight?" He rubbed his hands, and the kimono all over his body suddenly floated, which seemed very much like the effect of the swelling of true energy. I have to say that Liu Shengcang's B-fitting effect is really good. If combined with his "crown-haired and childlike appearance", it really makes people feel like a paradise.

However, the competitive spirit of Liu Shengcang, which is deeply rooted in the minds of Hai people, has lost seven or eight points of his image.

Army spread their hands: "Mr. Yanagi, I really don't want to compete with you...ah... I can't do anything about it either."

Liu Shengcang was stunned: "Oh? Mr. Army means that he has no confidence in winning?" Liu Shengcang has been studying martial arts all his life, so he did not have the twists and turns in the army's belly. He was immediately easily surrounded by the army.

Lu Jun looked compassionate: "It's not that, but I think... Mr. Liu Sheng is too old. The most important thing you should do now is to go home and hug your grandson... You can also hug your mistress, little three and four. Haha, enjoy life in time. This kind of small game of fighting for strength is more appropriate for us young people to play."

Although Liu Shengcang had a high status in Haiguo, he really didn't understand the so-called "little three and small four" in China. After listening to it, he wondered: "little three and small four? Who is this?"

"Puff..." Lu Jun laughed, and he said loudly: "Little Three and Four... are the abbreviations of your grandmother and grandmother...haha!"

At this time, Liu Shengcang also heard that he was fooled by the army! He said angrily: "Baga! Army, you are looking for death! Ah--" Liu Shengcang stepped forward. Although he was fighting with anger, Liu Shengcang's anger was only less than one-tenth of his entire mood. He could care more about his martial arts performance and victory and defeat. Therefore, the footwork under his feet was not at all confusing, and the attacking tricks were also clearly organized, without any anger.

The martial arts cultivation of the old boy Liu Sheng was indeed very clever enough. When he rushed to the army, he still did not have the idea of ​​rushing to win. Instead, he shook his body and stared at the army calmly. His pace was not fast, and he was guarding the door with his hands in front of him, still very cautious.

When the Army saw Liu Shengcang pounce on him, they were already on guard. But when he saw Liu Shengcang stopping in the middle of the way, the Army immediately raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Liu Shengcang, are you all Hai Guo people used to bragging? To be honest, I just want to die, but do you, Liu Shengcang, have the ability to kill me? Damn, I don't brag like this... Forget it, Liu Shengcang, if you have the ability, you will get on? Are you weak?"

The army turned around on Yasuo Cang's purple kimono with a provocative look: "Damn, Yasuo Cang, you don't feel hot when you wear this robe? By the way, is this kind of kimono like a woman wearing a skirt... quite comfortable?"

Yagyu Cang could not tolerate the Army's statement that the traditional kimono of the Haiguo was a woman's skirt. He jumped forward with a blink of an eye, and his fists rushed towards the Army with strong wind, without even saying hello.

Bang bang bang... The sound of fists and feet fighting sounded. This time the two fought very quickly. The audience in the stands felt dazzled. The speed of these two people moving, defense and offense was too fast!
Chapter completed!