An Qiushui's figure was like a light butterfly, intertwined with Yamamoto.

Neither of them wore boxing gloves and had no rules when they were on the move. It was more of an authentic fighting event than a boxing match.

Yamamoto Heichi was sonorous and powerful, and his hand knife was swung almost to the audience. What he waved was either his hand, but clearly the jade-handled samurai sword on his waist.

An Qiushui has never fought hard with her and has been wandering on the ring with years of experience. She gradually frowned. Although she did not do her best to follow some signs, Yamamoto Heyi on the opposite side was much more conservative, and An Qiushui had no confidence in winning.

A group of rimoto samurai sitting in the front seat below the audience looked at Yamamoto Heyi, who was as stable as Mount Tai on the stage with respect. Only Yamamoto Heyi had the impressing demeanor and skill in the Yamamoto family.

Yamamoto Kaneki didn't react at all in the audience, but just looked at An Qiushui with cold eyes. What he wanted was Jiang Ning, not Jiang Ning's so-called junior sister.

"Unite and force Jiang Ning out!" Yamamoto Kaneki shouted word by word.

Yang Qingshan watched as if he was as steady as Mount Tai, and he had the intention to take action at any time, but what surprised him was An Qiushui. Although this woman was always at a disadvantage, she could always conduct offense and defense in an orderly manner, with no sign of defeat.

Yamamoto Hoichi sincerely respects An Qiushui on the opposite side. When he heard his father's order, he could only hold back the offensive, take a step back slightly, bow to An Qiushui, and said, "Ms. An is the best woman I have ever met. If we hadn't met here, Heichi would like to be friends with you!"

An Qiushui wore a mask on her face, and she couldn't see the expression around her, but she still replied coldly: "I don't mean to be a friend to the uninvited guest who is malicious!"

The Yamamoto family has a mysterious origin and has always been the focus of the special forces brigade. Although Yamamoto Heyi looks like a very pure samurai, An Qiushui doesn't want to have anything to do with it.

"Then Heyi is welcome!" Yamamoto Heyi bowed again, then opened his hands strangely, and rushed towards An Qiushui step by step.

"What are you talking about? Try it now!" The audience was enjoying watching it. Seeing that Yamamoto Hei was muttering and didn't know what he was saying, he couldn't help but urge him, and at the same time he released his psychological dissatisfaction with Ri himself.

An Qiushui moved his footsteps at will. Yamamoto Heyi's hand was very distinctive, and the edges of his palms were as hard as iron. This was noticed when An Qiushui first fought with him. Moreover, Yamamoto Heyi's offensive was mostly on these palms. Now looking at Yamamoto's serious appearance, An Qiushui knew that the other party was really moving, so she did not dare to neglect at all.

Yang Qingshan's expression also became a little solemn, and he couldn't help but reminded: "The lower plate is stable, although his hands are open, the middle door is not prepared at all. The girl is careful!"

An Qiushui looked at the inconspicuous old man in surprise, and couldn't help but be surprised. Yang Qingshan was standing here and never saw him by the two of them. He could not have a master like Yang Qingshan in such a purely economical occasion.

"The old man is so good to see!" Yamamoto Heichi exclaimed, then moved rapidly and collided towards An Qiushui.

The posture of both hands is like holding a samurai sword in your hand.

An Qiushui seemed to have some illusion that Yamamoto Heichi had a weapon in his hands.

With his feet retreated to the edge of the arena, An Qiushui had no choice but to retreat, his body pressed the cables so tightly that it was tightened outward, and his body seemed to be lying on his back in the air.

Yamamoto Heichi did not notice An Qiushui's small movements, but when he approached, his hands were all spread out, and his palms crossed like knife marks toward An Qiushui's neck.

An Qiushui refreshed her mind and immediately compressed her body to the edge of the ring. Her whole body suddenly relaxed. With this force, An Qiushui soared into the air and her elbows pressed against Yamamoto Heyi's neck.

The wind suddenly sounded, and this was the first time An Qiushui had a head-on confrontation with Yamamoto.

Yamamoto He had a different look. He didn't expect An Qiushui to use this clever way to make up for his lack of strength. He couldn't help but praise: "Okay!"

But his hand changed directions slowly, colliding with An Qiushui's elbow.

"bump!"

Yamamoto Heichi withdrew a step by step by the impact of this force, An Qiushui's neck blushed and forced a collision. An Qiushui did not have Yamamoto Heichi's strength and ability to resist strikes.

After a little breathing, An Qiushui instantly refreshed again.

Her attack ability has been repeatedly refuted, but there is only one final goal, that is, attacking the enemy's key points. This is also a compulsory course for special forces members. Military arts are originally known for killing and injuring.

Yamamoto Heyi is not only good at martial arts, but also has extremely rich combat experience. When facing An Qiushui's storm-like offensive, he did not mess up any tricks. Although he was a little embarrassed, only An Qiushui, the insider knew that Yamamoto Heyi's most powerful sword technique was Taidao Liu's flowing sword technique. An Qiushui did not have any confidence in defeating her fists and feet, and only persisted.

Yang Qingshan's eyes were radiant. He was not really shocked until this time. The battle was still so fierce, but neither of them revealed any information. It was okay for Yamamoto to be a member of the genre. Yang Qingshan was not familiar with the genre and could not tell the normal moves, but he didn't even see where An Qiushui's moves came from. He only felt An Qiushui's hidden murderous intent.

The audience was fascinated by the audience.

"Is this a movie?" Everyone had a thought in their minds. The battle between the two was as natural as the action actors in the movie, but the intensity was far more intuitive than in the movie.

When Jiangning came to Taili, no one noticed Jiangning except the guard.

When Jiang Ning saw An Qiushui and Yamamoto merge on the stage, he felt a little regretful. Although An Qiushui kept his movements, Jiang Ning could see that An Qiushui was definitely not an opponent when facing Yamamoto Merit. Moreover, An Qiushui's identity was special and he could not use many means. Although he might not be able to do anything about Yamamoto Merit.

No one noticed that there was a Jiang Ning in the crowd, and everyone's eyes were on the two figures on the stage.

"Screwing sword technique!" Yamamoto Heichi suddenly muttered in a low voice.

Under An Qiushui's pervasive attack, his palm slashed straight down. At this moment, few people could see Yamamoto Heyi's palm. His palm seemed to have turned into a samurai sword, as fast as a meteor.

An Qiushui also reacted quickly, and his body suddenly leaned forward, and his feet were tossing and slamming and kicking Yamamoto Heyi's arm.

Yamamoto Heichi frowned, and the offensive collapsed slightly, but his palms were inconsistent and swept across in a flash.

Jiang Ning's eyes also became a little more important. Yamamoto Heyi's technique was extremely weird, very similar to several symbolic palm swords in karate, but it was far more rapid and powerful than that movement.

The situation in Anqiushui gradually became worse, and it gradually became impossible to deal with it from time to time.

Yang Qingshan's eyes were disappointed. Judging from the situation, An Qiushui could not defeat Yamamoto Heyi at all. Winning and losing were second to him. He was afraid that An Qiushui would not be able to hold on. Whenever he reached this level of battle, hard support was actually just a useless act, and there was no benefit. Moreover, at a critical moment, Yang Qingshan was not sure of grasping the situation.

"Come on, female flying hero!!" The people below couldn't help but shouted in unison. In any case, An Qiushui's performance impressed many people, and the momentum of facing the opponent also made many people feel inexplicably nervous. Although this woman didn't see what she looked like, she was obviously a vulnerable group in this kind of ring, and some viewers even started to curse.

"The dog ri himself, what's the point of bullying women!!" The inexplicable mercy was a very rampant voice.

Yamamoto Heichi was completely addicted to fighting and had no intention of being out of the way. He had no intention of hurting An Qiushui, but it was obviously impossible to defeat the other party without hurting An Qiushui. Therefore, Yamamoto Heichi could only do his best, intending to conquer An Qiushui with the most fierce offensive. If it was possible to bring this woman back, it was Yamamoto Heichi's current goal. There was no reason. Yamamoto Heichi just wanted to be friends with An Qiushui. Such a woman must have a story.

"What if Miss An stops? We really don't need to continue like this!" Yamamoto Heichi spoke out.

"Stop talking nonsense!" An Qiushui refused coldly. She was not sure of winning when she came, and she was even less sure until she recognized Yamamoto Heyi. She couldn't figure out why she was fighting for Jiang Ning.

"Are you worried? Is it because I knew that the other party was too hard to worry about Jiang Ning?" An Qiushui couldn't confirm, but now he really wanted to see that Jiang Ning who was not in a normal state.

"Where did that guy die?" An Qiushui cursed in his heart.

"If you come in time, won't you blame you?" Time passed by minute by minute, and fine sweat gradually oozed out of An Qiushui's forehead, and he was thinking calmly.

From this point of view, we can see the gap. Yamamoto Heyi's movement rhythm has not changed at all, just like the battle with An Qiushui has just begun to warm up.

"Horizontal knife!"

Yamamoto Heichi suddenly shouted softly, and a slight sound of his bones on his body was heard. Yamamoto Heichi's palm quickly swept towards An Qiushui's throat. The timing of this move was extremely clever, just when An Qiushui's old power was exhausted and the new power was not released.

An Qiushui was also dissatisfied with the reaction, but it seemed extremely difficult to face this move. And just at this moment, An Qiushui suddenly stroked her feet and she fell towards Yamamoto Heyi.

"ah!!"

Everyone exclaimed, An Qiushui's move was like slamming his fragile throat into Yamamoto Heyi's hard palm, and the consequences were simply unimaginable.

Yang Qingshan also saw something wrong and immediately stepped up, but after only half a step, his face showed helplessness. The distance was too far, Yamamoto Heyi's horizontal palm was incredibly fast, and Yang Qingshan could do nothing.

Many girls couldn't help but close their eyes tightly, not daring to think about what was about to happen.
Chapter completed!