Otsuka holds the gun in both hands. The tip of the gun is extremely long, about 30 centimeters long. There are protruding blades on the left and right sides, forming a cross shape with the tip of the gun. Therefore, this gun is also called a cross-written gun.
The total length of this gun is about two and a half meters, and the sharp point of the gun seems to pierce the air. Especially since the body of the gun is covered with exquisite talisman patterns, it is obvious that some kind of powerful magic circle is imprinted on it.
Otsuka stared at Li Yundong and said stiffly: "Master Li, this gun of mine is a personal weapon once used by Mr. Sanada Yukimura. It killed countless people and drank blood! Today you will become another victim of this gun.
One of the dead souls!"
Li Yundong was severely injured before and lost too much blood. His whole face looked as pale as paper, and his feet were even more hollow. Only one pair of eyes were still shining, but they lacked a lot of sharpness.
He smiled slightly and said: "It turns out to be Sanada Yukimura's personal weapon. Then you must be careful to end up with the same fate as Sanada Yukimura."
The two of them were talking on the court. Deng Yu and Deng Jiao whispered on the sidelines: "Who is Sanada Yukimura?"
Zhang Liufang had explained a lot of things to them that they didn't understand before, so she didn't care to explain it again. She whispered: "Sanada Shinmura was a famous samurai in the late Warring States Period of Japan. He once entered Japan with a cross gun during the Battle of Osaka.
Tokugawa Ieyasu's main formation was able to kill seven in and seven out. Tokugawa Ieyasu almost committed suicide in embarrassment. Although Sanada Yukimura later died in battle due to exhaustion, Tokugawa Ieyasu had to praise him as the strongest in Japan after he narrowly survived.
Soldier."
Deng Yu looked at Otsuka's spear curiously, and then looked at Li Yundong worriedly: "This weapon of Japan's most powerful soldier must be very powerful, right?"
Zhang Liufang whispered nervously: "I don't know, but if Li Yundong is not injured, I believe that such a person is not in his eyes at all, but now..."
As she said that, she looked at Li Yundong worriedly, and couldn't bear to say the following words for a while.
At this time, Otsuka held a long spear, shouted loudly, and quickly advanced towards Li Yundong. He was very low, with the tip of the spear pointing downwards, pointing at Li Yundong's lower abdomen in the distance, and brought a fierce wind to rush towards him!
Everyone saw bursts of light emitting from the steel gun in Otsuka's hand, and the gun body seemed to turn into a fierce dragon. It was menacing and powerful. It was the "secret skill of the Hohoin style cross gun. Ichi no Makiran!"
Otsuka's move was so fierce and powerful that it could instantly knock down flying birds. In his opinion, there was no way his shot could not kill Li Yundong, who was seriously injured and almost ready to die.
But after he stabbed Li Yundong in the lower abdomen with the gun, he saw that Li Yundong was still covering his chest with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand were spread out. His fingers were accurately leaning on the side of the tip of his gun, and then he gently moved his fingers
With one flick, the fierce spear like a tornado was swung away.
When Otsuka saw that Li Yundong was actually on guard, he was slightly startled, but did not panic. He immediately turned his wrist and retracted the gun with a sharp movement, intending to use the blades on both sides of the cross gun to inflict wounds on Li Yundong.
The founder of the Hoho-in style is Yin Rong, the master of the Hoho-in temple of Kofukuji Temple in Japan. Yin Rong likes martial arts and is recognized as one of the two monks with the highest level of martial arts training in Japanese history. His cultivation has reached the pinnacle of "Hoseal".
He once watched the bright moon in the pond and created the cross spear technique, and the most famous thing about this spear technique is its spear technique "Stab to make a spear, cut to make a razor, cut to make a hook and sickle".
Ordinary people can often prevent the first stab from a spear, but after that, the shooter can easily pull the gun back with a slight drag, and the cross body of the gun can easily cut the opponent, and with this move, he can turn his wrist and retract the gun.
Quick, lightning and flint, guard against ghosts and gods.
But no matter how fast you turn your wrist to retract the gun, it can't be as fast as you can snap your fingers!
Li Yundong didn't look at it, as if his whole body was covered with eyes. He flicked his finger under the gun body accurately, and the gun bounced away again with a clang!
Otsuka was startled again. In anger, he stabbed the spear in his hand and attacked Li Yundong from all directions like a storm.
Everyone saw that his gun was as fast as lightning, stabbing, hooking, curling, cutting, lifting, slicing, splitting, and slashing. Every blow was so fierce and sharp that the gun body was almost an afterimage!
But Li Yundong always stood on the same spot, covering the wound on his chest with one hand, and gently raising the other hand in front of him. He didn't even raise his arm, only moving his five fingers.
Everyone looked at it from a distance and felt that Li Yundong's movements were not very fast, but he could easily remove the opponent's attack every time. Sometimes it was even like Otsuka extending the least lethal part of the spear to Li Yundong's finger.
It was like letting him play in front of me.
Otsuka couldn't even attack. He was frightened and angry in his heart. He couldn't help but roar. He danced with the spear in his hand. His whole body and the spear turned into a black shadow. The sound of his spear whining through the air was everywhere in the air.
, the momentum is astonishing, like ghosts and gods dancing wildly.
But Li Yundong remained motionless, with one hand protecting his chest and his five fingers guarded impregnably. No matter how fierce Otsuka's offensive was, he was still like a small boat floating in the stormy waves and never capsized!
The people on the sidelines were dazzled and their mouths were wide open. They could hardly believe that this man who was still standing was actually seriously injured!
At this time, Li Yundong saw that Otsuka was unable to attack continuously, and he was anxious. Although the offensive became more and more fierce, the force became more and more rigid and unreserved. He saw the moment when Otsuka stabbed him with a spear, and suddenly
He flicked the barrel of the spear hard with his fingers, causing the spear to vibrate violently with a bang.
Otsuka only felt a huge force coming from him, and the spear almost fell out of his hand. He was shocked, and immediately held the spear with extra force, and a force of force hit him back.
But at this moment, Li Yundong flicked the gun across from the tip again, and the two completely opposite forces collided with each other. With a bang, the tip of the gun suddenly broke into two pieces.
Otsuka's expression changed with shock, and he was stunned for a moment, but at the moment when he was slightly stunned, his hand was empty, and Li Yundong had easily caught the cross-word gun in his hand.
Li Yundong held a gun in one hand, looked at the broken-edged spear with a smile, and said softly: "Although the gun is good, it's a pity that the smell of blood is too strong, which is unlucky! In my opinion, such an unlucky thing should not be left in this world.
Got it!"
As he spoke, he exerted slight force with his two fingers and slowly broke off the spear's body piece by piece like cutting off a branch. After he finally broke the spear into a bare iron rod, he threw it towards Otsuka.
passed.
Otsuka subconsciously took the spear. He stared blankly at the bare iron rod in his hand. He was speechless for a long time. After a while, he screamed, folded his hands, and bent the iron rod violently.
Throwing it far away, his face turned blue and red and he ran away from the field.
All the cultivators on the sidelines were silent for a while. Everyone looked at Li Yundong with an inexplicable and complicated look. They couldn't imagine how a cultivator who had been so severely injured could still have such power!
Most of the Japanese cultivators from various sects were shocked by Li Yundong at this time, and even those who wanted to participate couldn't help but start to retreat.
Of course, as Otsuka said, this battle can be called a national war, and they cannot afford to lose!
But at this time, they risked the disgrace of the world to challenge a seriously injured opponent. If they win, it doesn't matter, but if they lose, they will really be unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!
After Otsuka's defeat, he was so ashamed that he couldn't restrain himself and left in a hurry. For a while, the practitioners of various Japanese sects were saddened by the death of rabbits and the death of foxes. They looked at each other and were unwilling to play again.
Seeing this scene, Ise Shenguang couldn't help but let out a long sigh and said with emotion: "What a god! Having such a person as an opponent is a great blessing and a great misfortune for our generation!"
Ise Izumo's eyes were filled with surprise. She had never seen a man as brave as Li Yundong. She whispered: "It's a pity that I can't compete fairly with him. This will be my lifelong regret!"
Ise Shenguang reacted keenly. He glanced at Ise Izumo in surprise: "Are you going to play?"
Ise Izumo nodded slowly, she stared at Li Yundong closely, and said in a deep voice: "We cannot let such an opponent live in this world, it is too terrible!"
Ise Shenguang nodded slightly: "When a lion fights a rabbit, you need all your strength. Izumo, go and end all this!"
Ise Izumo nodded slightly, she moved her steps slightly, walked slowly to the field, and said softly: "I am Ise Izumo from Ise Shinto, and I would like to learn Li Jun's kung fu."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Qin from outside the court suddenly shouted angrily: "You are still shameless, taking turns one by one like this. Even if you win the wheel battle like this, there is nothing to show off or be glorious about!"
At this time, the Chinese cultivators also started to shout loudly: "That's right, there are so many of you, one by one, how long are you going to fight?"
"If you have the ability to fight me twice, why are you always staring at Master Li?"
Ise Izumo glanced at the sidelines. Her expression was cold, but her eyes were extremely bright and sharp. She said loudly: "Li Jun, I promise you, I am the last challenger. If you beat me, we will immediately turn around."
Just leave, and if you are in China from now on, we will never set foot in China again! How about that?"
Li Yundong was injured in the chest at this time, and he could hardly use much strength. He used his five fingers to resist Otsuka's repeated attacks, relying on four ounces of heavy weight, using softness to overcome hardness, and using skill to break strength. However, when he grabbed the gun, his movements were slightly
If it gets a little bigger, it will immediately cause severe pain in the chest, and the salty taste in the throat will feel like a mouthful of blood is coming up.
Li Yundong swallowed the mouthful of blood hard, but his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak for a moment. He looked at Ise Izumo in front of him, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: I'm afraid this Ise Izumo is...
The strongest cultivator among this group of people, she actually appeared at this time and used such words to provoke me, making me unable to avoid it... It seems that I am in danger this time!
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he heard the voice of a very magnetic middle-aged man coming from afar: "Li Yundong, these Japanese Ise Shinto goddesses seem powerful, but they are actually strong on the outside and weak on the inside. They are easy to deal with. Don't be afraid of her!
"
This was the second time Li Yundong heard this voice. He turned his head and looked around in surprise, but found nothing strange. He was secretly surprised and confused: Who is this person who transmitted the voice to me...?