"It's out."

Chen Ying's low voice suddenly came from beside him.

Jiang Lang looked up and saw that the tent had been opened. Two small tables had been set up at the door of the tent. In front of one was a man covered in black armor, and in front of the other was a woman in purple. The woman was not wearing traditional Japanese clothes, but Ming Dynasty clothes. She had a purple veil on her face, and it was night, so she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

Looking at the woman's figure, Jiang Lang suddenly felt a familiar feeling. He seemed to have seen it there, but he couldn't remember it for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Who is that woman?"

Chen Ying shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know her, I haven't seen her before."

"Yeah?"

Jiang Lang couldn't help but pay attention to the woman. The familiar feeling in his heart was still lingering, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. However, even though he was depressed, the protagonists were out, and he couldn't be lazy. It's time to start work.

So Jiang Lang got up from the ground, gently flicked the soil on his clothes, and then walked towards the warrior opposite him in a swagger. About five meters away from them, Jiang Lang said lightly: "What? You just a few shrimp soldiers and crabs are coming? Where is Koizumi Ryuuchi?"

When Takahashi came out, the person dancing in front of the fire returned to his position, waiting for the wonderful competition to begin every night. Jiang Lang was the first to stand up, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. What he said surprised everyone present. On such an occasion, it was too bold to openly and arrogantly find trouble for Ryuji Koizumi.

Looking at the person talking, his messy hair and a grass in his mouth, he clearly didn't take those warriors into his eyes.

"Baga!"

One of the warriors roared and was about to stand up, but was held back by the warrior who escaped the disaster today, and then glared at Jianglang.

Jiang Lang shook his head slightly and thought to himself: This Japanese swearing is too uncreative. After all, it is just that bagabaga.

Seeing that the warrior was held back, Jiang Lang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but today he was determined to kill a few, so he said contemptuously: "Don't let it go, anyway, I plan to take your lives together today, it's the same for everyone to go first! And, is your Bushido just asking you to be a turtle with your head?"

Jiang Lang's words were full of provocation, with the purpose of angering the other party. He still had some understanding of these people. Although they were considered bandits, they still thought they were samurai and firmly believed in their own samurai. Sometimes this was already a morbid person.

Sure enough, the man stood up just now, slowly pulled out his knife, and pointed to Jiang Lang and said, "I will make you regret it!"

"Yeah?"

Jiang Lang replied indifferently, then took a few steps back and slowly pulled out his own way. His voice suddenly became so cold that it could freeze water: "I will make you regret it too!"

"ah!"

The warrior roared, raised his knife, and rushed towards Jianglang in a quick step. His eyes seemed to be about to eat Jianglang.

When facing the enemy, Jiang Lang would not underestimate the enemy, whether it was strong or weak. This is his criterion. When facing the fierce pounce, Jiang Lang's heart suddenly calmed down and looked at his movements carefully. At the same time, he did not stop and rushed towards the warrior quickly. Facing the sword brought by the opponent, Jiang Lang did not dodge, but slashed him. He believed that one thing he believed was that his speed must be faster than the opponent, and the most important thing was that Jiang Lang would not know what kind of sword technique or move. The only thing he knew was to kill the opponent in the simplest way.

There was no sound of swords clashing.

The sword in the savage who was already aggressive was already raised high, his eyes widened as if he didn't believe it. Then he tilted his body and fell to the ground, and his blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the knife had cut him into two pieces in half.

Jiang Lang's speed was indeed very fast. Just a second before the warrior was about to swing the sword, Jiang Lang decisively swung the knife after calculating the speed of both sides. When the sword was swung, the warrior's body happened to be close to the tip of the knife, which was equivalent to the warrior himself hitting his body with the knife he had just swung. At this time, he was about to swing the knife.

The time between the two people swing the sword is very short, but it is also this very short time to make a judgment on life and death. However, if you have this vision, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

The people around him only saw the two meeting, and then one of them fell to the ground with a sword light. It was so terrible that many warriors took a breath, while the prostitutes began to scream.

After killing the warrior, Jiang Lang felt relieved, as if he felt the feeling of the senior who used a big knife to chop the Japanese during the War of Resistance Against Japan. It could be described in one word, and that was so cool!

So he did not put away his knife, but pointed at the other people in front of him, with a fanatical look in his eyes, but said coldly: "Let's go together, don't waste my time!"

The blood on the knife slowly flowed down with the knife, and under the firelight, it shone with a strange red color.

The naked provocation and naked contempt made ordinary people unable to stand it, let alone the Japanese pirates who hung the Bushido at their mouth?

Several people on the opposite side stood up and pulled out their weapons in unison. The onlookers behind them hurriedly retreated, fearing that they would be affected. If they knew that the person in front of them was a Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, they would definitely rush forward and dismember Jiang Lang. But now Jiang Lang spoke their language and used their weapons. They looked horizontally and vertically and were all ronin, so they regarded this as a duel between warriors, and the previous duels would also die. Therefore, this scene that should have been called a massacre turned into a noble warrior duel in their hearts.

Jiang Lang didn't care whether those people were allowed to let go or not. Anyway, the Japanese pirates here deserved to die. Seeing that the other party pulled out their weapons, they didn't say a word, and rushed up with a knife.

The remaining Japanese pirates were not outdone. Although they were afraid of Jianglang's speed that could be called terrifying, they still understood the principle that there were many people riding horses and many ants on their side. Seeing that their opponent rushed up, the few people immediately dispersed and surrounded Jianglang in a fan shape.

As soon as the two sides contacted, the sound of tinging swords and swords hitting came out, and at the same time, it was accompanied by screams.

The swords used by the Japanese pirates were first passed down by the Tang Dynasty. Later, they combined the scimitars used by Chinese Mongolian cavalry to create a single-edged sword that appeared in this type of single-edged sword, which was slender and could hold the knife with both hands. Since they could hold the knife with both hands, the best thing about this knife was chopping, stabbing, etc. Not only was the speed faster than one hand, but they also concentrated the strength of both hands, and the force was much larger than that of one hand.

So for most Japanese pirates on the island, the moves they use are very simple, nothing more than chopping, chopping, etc.

However, today's Jianglang gave these Japanese pirates a lot of insight into what weapons are called and what killing moves are called.

In Jiang Lang's eyes, any move is dead, and any weapon is dead. It is meaningless to practice any move. No matter how much weapon is used, there is only one purpose, that is, killing the enemy, that's all.

There is also an old Chinese saying that one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous. The knife in Jianglang's hand is also its advantage, and when both sides are too close, this advantage becomes a disadvantage, because relatively speaking, the longer the weapon, the longer the distance it moves and the longer the time it will be.

Jiang Lang, who knew this well, certainly understood how to make up for these shortcomings. A long sword in his hand was no longer limited to chopping, chopping and other actions, but as long as he could kill the enemy, he would have corresponding actions.

At first, the people watching saw a few dealing with one, and they couldn't help but define Jiang Lang as dead. However, when facing his opponent, Jiang Lang slapped them hard with his actions, and at the same time told them something, a knife could also be used like this.

The long sword became the best tool for killing in Jianglang's hand. It was sharp and there would be no obstacles when it cuts the enemy's neck. Although the person holding it was from another capital, the person who was killed was the one who created him.

The unilateral massacre was soon over, and several warriors were lying on the ground. Except for the warrior who escaped this afternoon who was still alive for the time being, the rest of the people had turned into a lonely soul.

He said he was still alive for the time being because Jiang Lang, who was covered in blood from the enemy, slowly came to him with a knife, looked at the samurai whose pain and fear were mixed on his face, and said in a voice that only two people could hear without any emotion: "You should regret it, you chose to be a Japanese pirate!"

The warrior was shocked. Before he could fully understand the meaning of this sentence, Jiang Lang's knife had already scratched his neck without hesitation, and his big head rolled far away.

After killing the warrior, Jiang Lang slowly raised his head and roared: "Koizumi Ryuji, come out for me!"

When Jianglang killed the first samurai, Takahashimao, who was sitting in the front, quietly looked at the massacre in front of him, as if he was not a human being. There was no expression on his face, but when he saw Jianglang killing the rest of the people, he couldn't help but be moved. He turned his head slightly and asked in confusion: "Who is that person? Do you know?"

He spoke in Chinese, but it was a bit stiff.

The woman in purple who was sitting not far from him shook her head slightly and said lightly: "I don't know, maybe it's a new samurai. There are many samurai coming to this island every day. You don't know, you respected Mr. Takahashima!"
Chapter completed!