Chapter 297 You are too obsessed with the sword itself
Chapter 297 You are too obsessed with the sword itself
"good!"
"Well done, Brother Tianhong!"
"Kill him to death!!"
The security personnel looked at Wang Bao, whose arm was bleeding, and then at Luo Tianhong, who was safe and sound. They all clapped and applauded to boost his morale.
Ji Bu stood aside, looking at the two people who were arranging their postures, and then narrowed the corners of his eyes, clasping his arms with his hands and thinking about it.
Luo Tianhong's skills have been improved compared to before. The last time Luo Tianhong fought against him, his speed was nowhere near as fast as it is now.
But even so, facing Luo Tianhong's sharp and fast sword, Wang Bao was always able to block it well and remain invincible.
On the surface, Luo Tianhong seemed to have a huge advantage. One strike of his sword made Wang Bao blush, but the blow he just suffered was not light.
Luo Tianhong used a right-handed sword, and a heavy blow to his right shoulder would definitely slow down his speed. In addition, Wang Bao had an advantage in size.
If he tried his best, Luo Tianhong might not be able to resist.
As expected.
"Oh!"
Wang Bao suddenly opened his eyes, opened his lips slightly and shouted loudly. This time he took the lead and kicked the lower end of the iron pipe with his right foot. He controlled the iron pipe with his hands and feet and smashed it towards Luo Tianhong's head.
It's a very simple move, without any fancy moves, it relies entirely on brute force, but it's very fast.
The iron pipe swung rapidly through the air, carrying the strong wind, and the iron pipe cavity resonated with the air, making a faint trembling sound.
"clang!"
Luo Tianhong turned sideways to block with his sword. The iron pipe collided with the Han sword blade, sparks flying and the metal clashing loudly.
The two of them bounced away.
"Tsk!"
Wang Bao looked at the Eight-sided Han Sword, which was intact and had no changes in its blade, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"What a sword!"
"I have long heard about the name of your Luo Tianhong's Eight-Sided Han Sword. Today I saw it and it is indeed a good thing."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "Soon, I will be its owner."
"Whoa!"
Luo Tianhong's hand holding the sword shook, and the eight-sided Han Sword turned around, showing the sword to others, and the eight-sided exquisite sword reflected the cold light under the light:
"I'll take your head off with it!"
The momentum of the two of them was rising to full strength at this moment, exaggerating to the extreme.
"Come again!"
Wang Bao let out a light shout, then used his right wrist to control the iron pipe and hit Luo Tianhong's head with force again. The left and right ends of the iron pipe in his hand moved forward alternately, hitting each other one after another, and the speed became faster and faster.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Luo Tianhong immersed himself in it, watching the iron pipe moving faster and faster in front of him, leaving behind an afterimage, holding his sword to parry frequently, and stepped back step by step with Wang Bao's sharp offensive.
beside.
The security personnel who were still clapping and applauding fell silent at this moment. They frowned slightly as they looked at Wang Bao, who was pressing Luo Tianhong back step by step. They couldn't help but subconsciously look at Ji Bu.
Although they were not experts, they could tell from the situation that Luo Tianhong was definitely at a disadvantage.
They asked Ji Bu with their eyes whether they wanted to shoot Wang Bao directly, if necessary.
Ji Bu narrowed his eyes and did not give them any instructions.
According to Luo Tianhong's habits, he would definitely not let them take action. If they intervened with a gun, Luo Tianhong would definitely be left with a knot in his heart.
so.
Ji Bu didn't intend to interfere, it was up to him to decide.
"Clang clang clang!"
The exchanges between Luo Tianhong and Wang Bao became faster and faster. In the loud and rapid exchange, Luo Tianhong's retreat speeded up. While parrying Wang Bao's attack with his sword, he quickly retreated.
"Qiang!"
After a crisp sound all over.
Luo Tianhong held up his sword to block Wang Bao's blow, but he had already been pushed to a blind corner and his back was against the wall.
"Kneel down!"
Wang Bao looked at Luo Tianhong who was cornered and shouted loudly. His squinted eyes suddenly opened. He held the iron pipe in both hands and jumped up. He swung the iron pipe high and hit Luo Tianhong's head.
If Luo Tianhong stabbed Wang Bao with his sword at this time, there would only be one ending for him: his head would be broken.
"Grass!"
Luo Tianhong gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. With a flick of his right wrist, he controlled the blade of the sword to turn flat. With his left hand, he held the blade of the sword horizontally and blocked it above his head.
"clang!"
The iron pipe had arrived and hit the Han Sword hard, causing Luo Tianhong's body to tremble. Under this heavy blow, the sword's exquisite shape deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"bite"
A flash of sharpness flashed in Wang Bao's eyes. He looked at Luo Tianhong who was blocking with his sword. He grabbed the back end of the iron pipe with his right wrist and pushed forward hard. The iron pipe rubbed the sword body and moved forward, stabbing straight towards Luo Tianhong.
head away.
Luo Tianhong reacted quickly and immediately tilted his head to avoid it. The iron pipe hit the wall behind him heavily, causing gravel to fly everywhere.
"rise!"
The blue bangs hanging down in front of Luo Tianhong's forehead trembled. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with the palm of his right hand and raised it, trying to flick away the iron pipe that was holding him down.
"snort!"
Wang Bao snorted coldly, controlled the iron pipe with both hands and pressed hard on the Han Sword. His weight already had an advantage, and the powerful force suppressed Luo Tianhong's Han Sword, making him unable to move.
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"Are you okay?"
Wang Bao leaned forward and stared at Luo Tianhong. The scar at the corner of his mouth looked even more fierce at this moment:
"You are no match for me! If you keep fighting like this, you will die of exhaustion!"
"call"
Luo Tianhong was breathing heavily, and his sharp eyes under the blue bangs hanging on his forehead were staring at Wang Bao.
"Wake it up for me!"
Luo Tianhong shouted loudly, grabbed the sword blade with his left hand and broke it with all his strength. The eight-sided, exquisite and thick sword body deformed again. With the cooperation of his right hand, the sword body suddenly ejected, and the sword body quickly rotated several times and was suddenly swung out.
Facing the roaring Han Sword, Wang Bao had to withdraw the iron pipe and block it in front of him. The two sides changed positions again.
Before Luo Tianhong could stand firm, Wang Bao's attacks followed. The iron pipe in his hand seemed to have become spiritual at this moment, and he was struck frequently under the control of Wang Bao's hands.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
After a few breaths of rapid attacks and blocks, with a muffled sound of "bang", the iron pipe hit Luo Tianhong's right arm holding the sword hard. The strong pain coming from the arm made Luo Tianhong loosen his palm, and Han
The sword almost fell from his hand.
Kankan held on to the Han Sword and blocked again, but he was already half a beat behind and couldn't keep up with Wang Bao's moves.
"clang!"
"Bang!"
"clang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Luo Tianhong was able to block less and less often, and his left and right arms were hit hard by the iron pipe, completely passively being beaten.
"Bang!"
The iron pipe followed Wang Bao's right hand and swung it in a wide arc and hit Luo Tianhong's left arm. Luo Tianhong held his sword and blocked sideways, but the strength was already insufficient, and he stepped back after the blow.
"Die!"
Wang Bao let go of the iron pipe with his left hand, held it in his right hand, and stabbed Luo Tianhong straight into the throat.
Luo Tianhong took a few steps back. Before he could stand still, he saw the iron pipe stabbing his throat quickly. He subconsciously followed up and stabbed Wang Bao's throat with his sword.
"Oh!"
Wang Bao sneered, looking at the Han sword that was stabbing at him rapidly, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and did not dodge at all. He also moved forward with the iron pipe in his hand, going straight to Luo Tianhong's throat.
It's not that Wang Bao is arrogant.
Because Luo Tianhong's Eight-sided Han Sword is only about one meter long, but the iron pipe in Wang Bao's hand is one meter three long.
"Grass!"
"broken!"
The security guards looked at Luo Tianhong who stabbed Wang Bao decisively, and they couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Brother Tianhong is worried, his sword is much shorter!"
Yes.
They stood aside and watched, looking from the side.
Wang Bao and Luo Tianhong both struck forward at the same time, but the Eight-sided Han Sword was obviously much shorter than the iron pipe in Wang Bao's hand.
"call out!"
"rub!"
The iron pipe and the Eight-sided Han Sword thrust forward at the same time under the control of the master, and each made a little sound unique to the weapon's material.
"Um?!"
Ji Bu stood there, squinting at the two people who shot at the same time, his pupils shrank, resisting the urge to let the security shoot, and stared intently.
"Oh!"
The corners of Wang Bao's mouth were slightly raised, and the scars on his lips made his proud look even more intense at the moment, and his expression was full of determination to win.
In his eyes, Luo Tianhong was already a dead person.
His iron pipe was longer than his Eight-sided Han Sword, so he must have stabbed Luo Tianhong to death first, as his Han Sword could not touch him at all.
A moment.
"Pfft!"
With a muffled sound, the slightly sharp steel pipe penetrated Luo Tianhong's skin.
"Tick tock!"
Blood dripped onto the ground and spattered around.
However, there is a slight deviation in the position.
"you"
Wang Bao's expression was stunned for a moment, his body trembled, and he stared at Luo Tianhong opposite him with wide eyes.
In sight.
The iron pipe that was supposed to stab Luo Tianhong's throat was about to stab him when Luo Tianhong suddenly took action and grabbed it.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the traction of the palm changed the movement trajectory of the iron pipe, and stabbed Luo Tianhong on the shoulder.
Luo Tianhong held the iron pipe with his left hand, and his right hand holding the sword was empty. He squinted at Wang Bao opposite him, and the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand was missing.
around.
A group of security guards looked at the dramatic scene that suddenly appeared in front of them. Their expressions were dull and their lips were slightly open:
"this"
"this"
In sight.
Wang Bao kept holding the iron pipe with his right hand and stabbed forward. The end of the iron pipe penetrated Luo Tianhong's shoulder. After stabbing for a few minutes, it could no longer penetrate.
"Tick tock!"
"Tick tock!"
The sound of blood dripping on the ground sounded, and as the blood flow increased, it turned into a series of "ticking" sounds.
As the blood dripped, the concrete floor under Wang Bao's feet was gradually dyed red and black, spreading to the surrounding areas.
On Wang Bao's chest, the eight-sided Han sword pierced Wang Bao's suit jacket and stuck straight into his chest.
Just now.
In a brief moment, Luo Tianhong suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and the eight-sided Han sword that was originally intended to stab Wang Bao was thrown out and stabbed Wang Bao.
At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the stabbed steel pipe, changing the stabbing trajectory of the steel pipe!
"You you."
Wang Bao's eyes widened and he stared at Luo Tianhong in disbelief, his body's functions were rapidly draining away.
The Eight-sided Han Sword inserted on his chest trembled as Wang Bao's body trembled, and the red tassel hanging on the sword's hilt trembled, floating in the air, and a trace of red tassel stood out.
"ah!"
Wang Bao roared loudly. Unable to accept the reality, he yelled and tried his best to grab the iron pipe and stab it forward.
"Da da da!"
Amidst the sound of heavy footsteps, the two people moved quickly. Wang Bao advanced and Luo Tianhong retreated, and then it was difficult to move at all.
"impossible!"
Big beads of sweat on Wang Bao's forehead seeped out from his skin and fell down his cheeks, and his whole face turned pale:
"As a master of swordsmanship, how dare you take the most important sword out of your control?!"
"snort."
Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, staring at Wang Bao with his eyes behind his blue bangs:
"Yes, in the eyes of us martial arts practitioners, weapons are the most important thing to us, but you underestimate me too much."
"Your thoughts are too general. In your mind, you think that I am a swordsman and I must care about the sword itself."
"The Eight-sided Han Sword is very strong, but what is stronger is me, the master who controls it. The person who holds the sword is the fundamental one!"
"you!"
Wang Bao opened his mouth slightly, looked at Luo Tianhong blankly, and muttered: "Lian Haolong taught you this?!"
"Oh."
Luo Tianhong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and turned to look at Ji Bu: "A long time ago, I had a competition with Boss Ji. At that time, he used an iron pipe to subdue me just like you."
When Ji Bu heard what Luo Tianhong said, he couldn't help but laugh. At that time, he casually said to Luo Tianhong that "one inch is longer and one inch is stronger." He didn't expect that Luo Tianhong had been struggling with this point.
What I didn't expect was that today, at the last moment, I happened to encounter this sentence by chance. Perhaps it was because of this that Luo Tianhong made an unexpected move at the last moment.
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"He told me the principle that one inch is long and one inch is strong. Since then, I have been thinking about how to solve the problem of "one inch is long and one inch is strong."
Luo Tianhong looked at Wang Bao standing in front again: "I think I have found it today, what do you think? Wang Bao!"
"Hahaha"
When Wang Bao heard this, he raised his head and laughed as if he suddenly realized something: "Hahaha, what a man who grows an inch stronger, what a man who grows an inch stronger!"
He, Wang Bao, also lost on this principle.
At the last moment, with the absolute advantage that the iron pipe was much longer than the Eight-sided Han Sword, he felt that Luo Tianhong would die, so he took it lightly.
That's why in the last moment, he was stabbed by the eight-sided Han sword that flew out of his hand.
It is precisely because of this that I am now in a state of inferiority.
"Pfft!"
Wang Bao raised his hand and grabbed the Eight-faced Han Sword and pulled it out directly from his chest. As the Eight-faced Han Sword was pulled out, a stream of blood spurted out again, and a burst of blood mist floated in the air.
"well!"
Wang Bao grabbed the Eight-sided Han Sword, looked up and down the sword, then threw it to Luo Tianhong, and fell down without any strength.
"clang!"
The iron pipe was heavily inserted into the ground, supporting Wang Bao who was about to fall down and collapsed on the ground. His head sank and he immediately lost his breath.
This is the end of a generation of Wang Bao who became a big boss with his good kung fu and a pair of fists.
