Yagyu's swordsmanship pursues simple and fast moves, and strives to kill the enemy with one blow.

When Sarutobi Yuluo was practicing before, he imprisoned himself in the moves taught by the Yagyu Dojo, and he would only make rigid moves and stop moves.

Until that time, Li Zheng appeared and made a deal with Misaka Toemon, depriving all the kendo insights she mastered, leaving only basic memories.

When she started practicing from scratch again, because her memory became a little blurred, she accidentally understood the true meaning of Yagyu's sword Tao when she was exploring herself.

The narrow and long samurai sword was as fast as lightning, and it rushed straight to the executor's neck and chopped it. It had a momentum that this move could not kill the enemy and would never stop the knife.

"Good knife intention." The executor praised, raised his fist and shot it out, accurately hitting the samurai sword to the side and hit the blade.

Sarutobi Yuluo twisted his slender waist and flipped his body horizontally three times before removing the impact of the opponent's fist.

"In comparison, your fists are simply weeds on the roadside, and they are extremely vulgar!"

On the other hand, Yu Xiaoyu's fist was only slightly slower than Saruto Feiyu, but the evaluations he received were very different.

The executor went up with his other hand, and under the bombardment of the iron fist, colliding with Yu Xiaoyu.

However, unexpectedly, he failed to fight Yu Xiaoyu back, but instead felt a constant stream of power flowing from the other party's fist.

b, b, b.

After three steps in a row, the executor looked at Yu Xiaoyu and became surprised: "What kind of boxing is this?"

"This is a socialist military boxing... a modified version of the combination of Tongbang Fist and Tai Chi skills, specializing in hitting you with eyes and no beads!" Yu Xiaoyu clasped her fists with both hands and put on a posture, which was a bit like the starting style of Tai Chi, and a bit like Wing Chun, which was inappropriate.

She came from a military family and was influenced by the military atmosphere since she was a child and systematically studied military boxing.

Later, after spending a long time in the army, I learned a lot of mixed martial arts from the soldiers from all over the country.

It was not until I went to high school that my academic pressure became increasingly greater, and my figure gradually became abandoned, and I became the image of the fat girl I saw during a blind date in Fengshan.

After failing to go on a blind date, she was hit. She picked up the boxing techniques she had put down before and practiced, with the main purpose of losing weight.

Unexpectedly, while losing weight, she actually combined the various boxing techniques she had learned before, and gave birth to a set of boxing techniques that suit her.

"You two are still like a little bit, not the kind of waste who fights entirely by genetic ability." The executor became serious: "It's worth my fight with you."

No matter what level of gene ability, there is an upper limit for improvement. For races without inheritance, choosing to develop gene ability is a quick way to become stronger.

But for those races with racial inheritance and using strengthening themselves and improving combat skills as the main means to become stronger, no matter how strong their genetic abilities are, they will not take it seriously.

Similarly, there are types that simply use weapons such as firearms as the main combat methods, and they don’t like them because weapons are dead and their power limit is also limited. What’s more, sometimes firearms and weapons will fail, which is very fatal.

So in the outer city, the real strong people are all in their own way, and at most they create some cold weapons with strength matching to improve their lethality.

"Stop talking nonsense, look at the trick!" Yu Xiaoyu looked at Sarutobi Yuluo who had recovered. The two of them could not see each other's eyes, but they acted at the same time as if they were in tune with each other and fought with the executor.

Tchaikov was confused and finally recovered some of his mind. He struggled to get up, but he realized that he was seriously injured and his chest ribs were almost all broken. Fortunately, the broken bone did not pierce the heart, but part of it pressed on the lung lobes.

"Cough...cough...puff!"

After coughing a few times, a mouthful of blood was squeezed out from the respiratory tract. Tchaikov also took out a group of nanorobots and poured them into his mouth.

He saw someone fighting against the terrifying opponent, and opened his mouth to remind them to be careful of the weird attack method.

But the unbearable pain in his chest forced him to swallow the words he had to his mouth.

Erbatu mixed in the crowd, looking at the several former teammates who were lying on the ground, his eyes flashed frequently.

After a while, he took a few steps back and quietly walked around behind the onlookers.

Since Li Zheng eliminated him in the last round and led to his failure in advance, he broke up with his previous team.

At this time, seeing Li Zheng and everyone fighting with a group of strong men, he began to think of joining those strong men.

"These two people obviously help Li Ruizhou. If I attack, I will definitely help this expert solve the battle quickly."

Erbatu approached the battlefield and suddenly jumped out from behind the crowd. The ice hockey was condensed in the palm of his hand and hit Sarutobi Yuluo, shouting: "Big Boss, I'll help you!"

"roll!"

Unexpectedly, the executor was not grateful. In response to the two teams, he jumped high, punched and smashed the ice hockey, and then threw his hand on Erbatu's head.

Bang!

The fragile head cracked like a watermelon, and blood mixed with brain matter sprayed out from under the hood, falling all over the ground.

"You are not worthy of fighting side by side with me!"

The executor put down this cold words and did not look at Erbatu's about to be cold. He was not interested in this waste that relies on genetic ability, and was even more ashamed to fight with this waste.

His honor will never allow such waste to be defiled!

He killed Erbatu with one punch, and Sarutobi Yuluo and Yu Xiaoyu paused and retreated one after another, shocked.

The other party has not tried his best yet!

You should know that the physical strength of all of them is limited to a certain strength by the terminal. Since the other party can kill one person with one blow, it means that he can also kill them in the same way before!

"I spit on the waste, but I admire the waste that dares to attack me and fight me...or, this waste is not that waste." The executor turned slowly, and his big mouth with sharp teeth under his hood grinned happily, showing a cruel smile: "The warm-up is over, let me taste the taste of killing."

Before he finished speaking, his body disappeared from the spot.

When she appeared again, she had already arrived in front of Sarutobi Yuluo. The violent murderous intent stimulated Sarutobi Yuluo's nerves, causing her pupils to shrink involuntarily.

“First.”

Clenching his fist and punching, the executor seemed to do whatever he wanted, and simply hit Sarutobi Yuluo with a straight punch.

This punch seemed ordinary, but before it hit, it made Saruto Fei Yuluo feel desperate.

Can't hide!

Can't answer!

I……

Will die!

Sarutobi Yuluo's thoughts turned sharply. At this moment, many figures seemed to flash through her mind, including her mother, her father's original wife, and the boy in a small suit. Finally, the picture was frozen on a slightly cold face.

"world!"

"Slash with one knife!"

The shocking fighting spirit burst out, and everyone's brain was trembling, trembling under this fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!