"Daughter!"
The middle-aged man roared and rushed towards Wang Tanyun. He knelt on the ground, took off his clothes and covered her bleeding broken arm.
At this time, the ambulance just arrived. The medical staff rushed in with the stretcher in a panic. When they saw the scene in the Kendo Hall, they looked at each other and thought, "Didn't they say that there was only one guy with a broken right leg? Why are there two seriously injured people? The female patient has a broken arm. What happened here? "
"Save my daughter!"
The middle-aged man shouted at the medical staff with grief and indignation.
"Yes, we'll save her right away."
Wang Tanyun was the most seriously injured and had lost too much blood. If they did not save her, her life would not be guaranteed. The medical staff knew what was more important. In the case of limited stretchers, of course, they would not object to saving Wang Tanyun first.
Soon, Wang Tanyun was lifted onto a stretcher. The medical staff hurriedly sent her to the ambulance, followed by Guo Qinghe, but Guo Qinghe refused. Finally, Liu Fei, who had fainted, was rescued. The ambulance could only carry two injured people at most. While the medical staff took the injured away, they also called another ambulance to hurry to the Nebula Kendo Hall.
"Who did this?"
After Wang Tanyun was sent away, the middle-aged man pulled the western sword that nailed Guo Qinghe from the wall and roared in jerky Chinese. His words were full of anger.
"It's him, he did all this!" Guo Qinghe pointed at Xiao Luo. He was so angry that he wanted to tear Xiao Luo apart.
"Good, good, very good!"
The middle-aged man's face was ferocious as he stared at Xiao Luo. His eyes were full of murderous intent. "You broke my daughter's arm, I will cut off all your limbs and turn you into a sealman."
He tightly held the hilt of the western sword with both hands. The hilt was level with his lower abdomen, and the sword was facing the sky at a 45-degree angle.
Xiao Luo glanced at him faintly. "You are not my opponent."
"Idiot!"
The middle-aged man was so angry that the veins on his forehead jumped. "Don't try to be mysterious. No matter who you are, I will make you pay a painful price today!"
After that, he roared, and then like a tiger out of the cage, he attacked Xiao Luo. The wooden floor cracked under his feet.
After running for four or five steps, he jumped up high, and with a thunderous force, he fiercely chopped down at Xiao Luo.
This was definitely a peerlessly tyrannical sword strike!
Xiao Luo did not dare to be careless and dodged to the side. This person's internal force was strong. The aura of the western sword in his hand was completely different from that in Guo Qinghe's hand. The former was cold and fierce, like a dazzling weapon, while the latter was dim and did not feel any threat when wielded.
The sword directly hit the floor where Xiao Luo was originally standing. With a loud bang, countless wood chips splashed around, and dust filled the air. When the gray fog dissipated, a three-meter-long crack appeared on the floor. It was like a wound on a person's body. It was a ghastly sight. The remaining power of the sword reverberated throughout the entire kendo hall.
Su Canye was stunned. He thought that if this sword were to hit a person, wouldn't that person be split in half?
Thinking of this, he could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. A cold sweat broke out all over his body. This Asou Liu was really a master of swordsmanship. He still remembered that Asou Liu had once introduced his own swordsmanship school to them. It was called Shinto no Nian Ryu, which was a long-passed swordsmanship school in the island country.
The students of the kendo hall were also extremely shocked. What they saw and heard today subverted their cognition.
Guo Qinghe, on the other hand, was so excited that he grinned and shouted at Asou Liu, "Master, cut off his limbs and avenge Xiao Yun!"
He couldn't wait to see Xiao Luo's limbs cut off. He could only linger on the ground like a seal. His mind was twisted to the extreme.
Xiao Luo stared at the crack on the ground. It was cut by the sword. In other words, this middle-aged man had practiced his swordsmanship to a very high level. The vigorous internal force was poured into the western sword, and as the western sword slashed out, it formed an invincible sword qi. When practiced to the extreme, the sword qi could attack a range of 30 meters.
"Baka, give me your life!"
Asou Liu roared fiercely and rushed towards him. The distance of ten steps was closed in the blink of an eye.
"Bang ~"
His left foot suddenly stomped on the ground, and his body stopped in an instant. With the help of the violent forward momentum, he spun in place. The western sword in his hand was wrapped in an unparalleled momentum.
Xiao Luo's footsteps were graceful, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. He retreated backward, and when he was two steps away, his body flipped backward. When his head was down, he happened to grab the katana that Aso Yanagi had dropped to the ground because of his grief.
"Bang ~"
The katana was unsheathed, bringing out a bright cold light.
Xiao Luo held it in his hand and saw the word "Asou" engraved on the hilt. He couldn't help but smile and said in very fluent and standard Japanese, "Asou family? It seems to be famous in your island country. "
"Our Asou family is the royal family!"
Asou Liu proudly said. At the same time, he couldn't hold back his anger. He held the sword with one hand and dragged it forward. Although the sword tip was broken, it was dragged on the ground, making a harsh dragging sound and sparks. He quickly rushed to Xiao Luo and fiercely slashed again with the sword tip.
"Bang ~"
The western sword and the katana fiercely collided. The sonorous sound shook the eardrums. Two strong forces swept towards both sides. Whether it was Xiao Luo or Asou Liu, both of them stepped back a few steps to stabilize their bodies. The wooden floor cracked under their feet.
Asou Liu was shocked by Xiao Luo's strength. After a short pause, he continued to rush forward. Facing Xiao Luo's head, he quickly slashed three times.
"Bang, bang, bang ~"
Sparks sputtered from the point of contact between the two weapons. Asou Liu's sword was getting faster and faster, more and more fierce. Slashing, chopping, stabbing, picking, all kinds of moves were used to perfection. In just a few breaths, he and Xiao Luo had exchanged fifty to sixty moves.
"One Sword Piercing the Heart!"
Asou Liu suddenly jumped up. Accompanied by a tiger's roar, the western sword pierced through the air toward Xiao Luo. The wind whistled, and the surging sword aura spread out, shaking the whole place.
Xiao Luo held his katana horizontally in front of his chest and blocked the fierce sword. Asou Yanagi immediately changed his move at this moment. He spun and kicked. His right leg swept toward Xiao Luo's neck like an iron chain. Xiao Luo's pupils shrank, and he raised his left arm to block.
"Bang ~"
The two powerful forces collided with each other, and a dull explosion rang out.
Xiao Luo's body slid two or three meters to the side and stabilized. Asou Liu, who had launched a storm-like attack, was panting. He was exhausted and temporarily stopped.
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