"What is a sword?" Kotaro said, "A sword is just a piece of iron. Since iron can be called a sword, your legs, your head, your chest and your ass can’t be called a sword."
"What can’t be called a sword?" Sha Luo on that bank never heard such straightforward and impactful words in his life. He was at a loss and immediately smiled like the Buddha said that Jia Ye was smiling.
This is the dialogue between smart people, and only smart people can understand it. Otherwise, it is meaningless to say that the other party doesn’t understand it for a long time.
Shore Sharo suddenly laughed and shook his head. "This method is not good."
"Why don’t you have confidence?" Kotaro said, "You are still afraid that you are not good at sword."
Shosha Luo said, "If I learn your sword, even if it is exactly the same as yours, I can learn it. If you can beat the China people, then it is meaningless for me to learn it. If you can’t beat it, it is still meaningless. Please ask Mr. Kamiya to say the second method."
Shengu Kotaro stared at him for half a ring, and his right hand and five fingers moved slightly several times, which seemed to be the ups and downs of his heart. Finally, he said, "Good Wynaut is so small, and you may be able to walk far better than me. The second way will show you my face."
His face is engraved with the word "failure". This "failure" is arrogant and unrestrained in Chinese writing.
Shoshalo blurted out, "Mr. Kamiya asked me to find this man."
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"Yes," said Kotaro of Shengu. "I am a sword. I created it as a swordsmanship, and he is the Tao. He didn’t recruit, didn’t do it, and forgot all the skills."
Shore Shaluo Road "Dao"
Kotaro in Shengu said, "It’s strange that China is better than me. He is also from China. Maybe you have heard of him. He is the guardian of our chrysanthemum dynasty."
Shoshalo was shocked and said, "The guardian of the dynasty is from China."
"Yes," said Kotaro of Shengu. "No one knows why he wants to do this, but it’s true. If you go to him, I will have him to defeat this China."
"Okay, I’ll find him." Shoshalo didn’t hesitate to look for "the guardian of this dynasty. He is now" even if it is difficult ahead.
"I don’t know," said Kotaro in Shengu. "No one knows that even the emperor can’t answer this question. You have to rely on your own strength to find young people. If you decide, you can do it."
Shoshalo has to do it because he believes that if he wants to find it, there will be hope. A nation’s martial spirit believes that it will not be defeated by one person, and he will carry it even in the most difficult times.
"Today’s business is over, and I’m tired." Shengu Kotaro got up and kicked over the tea table and laughed. "Come on, come on, come on."
On his stage, a girl in white cleverly came over and knelt down on the tunnel "Lord"
Shengu Kotaro Road; "How many years have you been with me?"
Huadao "has been nineteen years and six months"
"Good," Kotaro asked again. "How much have you learned by staying with me over the years?"
Huadao "just learned the fur"
"The fur is very good." Kotaro in Shengu was silent for a long time and suddenly pulled out a long sword beside him. "Now, if you leave me for ten meters, I will stab a sword. If you hide in the past, you can pick as many as you like in my treasure house and then stay or stay at will."
The flower immediately shed tears and said, "Is the Lord going to abandon the flower?"
"Don’t talk yet. I haven’t finished yet." Kotaro of Shengu holds the sword. "If you can’t hide from this sword, I will stab you in the throat. This sword will kill you."
The flower is pale. She knows that her main temper will never change once she says it. Maybe she has heaven at one end and hell at the other. She thinks to herself, "If you push ten meters, you tell me the target again. How can I not hide?"
Kotaro in Shengu saw a flash of color in the eyes of flowers pushed ten meters away, but she couldn’t guess her mind and said, "You haven’t been with me for sixteen years, but isn’t the so-called distance the root of distance?"
"Distance is not distance" Flower eyes have been glued to the sword in Kotaro’s palm in Shengu, but the sword has moved slowly in an instant.
"This sword is so slow, besides, the place where mediocrity stung me is that I can’t avoid it even if I don’t flash for three sets. In the end, he can’t stab my throat. The Lord has always been conceited and won’t break his promise. It seems that he didn’t want to kill me at all, but he wanted to set me free." But I haven’t finished thinking about it yet. The ordinary sword has changed suddenly, and thousands of apertures will cover one of them.
"This swordsmanship"
This swordsmanship is strange and rare, such as a lake, a flat wave, a raging wind, a huge wave and a thousand apertures.
Shore Sharo is also an eye-catcher, but he also saw several apertures flash, but he smelled a short flower. Kotaro’s sword in the valley of God has returned to its sheath and sprinkled a little blood on the ground.
The flower slowly knelt down at the throat and it was a bloody mouth. Except for that little blood, there was no more bleeding. This man’s sword proved to be a killer, even for his servants.
"This sword is rounder than that of China."
"This" is not what Kotaro in Shengu asked about. Shosha has already compared two moves in his mind, but he dare not say casually that he thought it was very white before he said every word, "Mr. Shengu’s sword is strange, unique and changeable. It can be said that he has never seen such a move in his life."
Kotaro, the God Valley, said, "You haven’t said enough. Where are you? Finish all your words."
Shosha Luo said, "And the China people’s destiny is extremely simple, extremely crude, and extremely simple. It’s really difficult to decide when they encounter such two moves. It can be said that the struggle between two tigers is wonderful."
"Good" Kotaro waved his hand and said, "You can take the flower corpse to meet the destiny, and my fighting spirit will reach him to meet this seaside to conspire for World War I"
"good"
It’s only dusk when it’s cool.
On that seashore, Destiny has been sitting for a whole day and a whole night. The sea breeze roared and accompanied them. For Qu Yong, Destiny often sat quietly for a long time without saying a word, and he was used to it.
He looked at the sun rising from the sea like a round disk and setting from the sea like a huge red glow, which impressed people deeply.
In destiny’s eyes, Xiao Suo doesn’t know whether it’s because of loneliness, no opponent, Xiao Suo or missing.
For a long time, he slowly got up and walked slowly without saying a word to Qu Yong, nor did Qu Yong ask a word, and followed him back to the mountain field last night.
At the gate of the mountain field, there are two big men who look exactly the same. They see that destiny is imminent and the left side of the mouth says, "Brother Gongsun respectfully invites guests to be my guest."
"You come" destiny doesn’t seem to want these little characters to pester him about QuYong’s head.
"Good" QuYong stepped forward and suddenly stabbed four knives obliquely on all sides. These four knives are as fast as malicious QuYong’s hands. Like talons, he grabbed his two fingers and clamped two sharp knives like iron tongs. The handle was stabbed in his master’s belly. Suddenly, the Kung Fu of the Sun brothers was not so strong. For QuYong, these four knives were like children waving bamboo knives.
"It’s not over yet." The sun didn’t eat and suddenly stretched out his arms again from the wide sleeves, each holding a short knife and stabbing QuYong in the chest and abdomen.
No one would have thought that a person with four arms was so cunning that even Qu Yong did not guard against his body flashing and dodging these two knives, but his front was stabbed.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
"Hateful!" Sun was obviously angry that his raid failed, but in fact he didn’t know that even if the knife stabbed Qu Yong’s chest, he didn’t know that Qu Yong couldn’t penetrate black because he was wearing ordinary bullets.
This result is obviously that destiny is also extremely dissatisfied. He snorted and laughed. "It’s really a waste of wood to lose more than yourself."
"Uncle Shi, I’m sorry." Qu Yong would have been red-faced if he was scolded for the first time, but he can’t remember how many times he was scolded when he met with destiny. Whenever destiny came to the fun, he would be scolded in every word and deed, but destiny scolded and pushed him into it, which made him refute it.
"Hum!" Destiny should have gone. The gravel road lined with bamboos on both sides suddenly heard a thunderbolt, and suddenly jumped out of nine shirtless men, each holding a decapitated knife in his palm and splitting at the same time.
All ghosts and gods are surprised at this potential.
Destiny stared at the front without looking at these decapitated knives, and walked on step by step. The light of the knives came quickly. At this moment, Qu Yong had already moved. He broke into a sudden brittle strength and stabbed the other man’s eyes with a monkey-shaped hand holding a decapitated knife. He castrated so fast that the man was so painful that Qu Yong took advantage of the situation and stepped forward. He lifted his knees and attacked a big man’s crotch. After the knee was pushed hard, the big fellow also covered the file, and Quyong had already stepped on the foot of a big man with his feet in front of his legs. At the same time, his hand stabbed him in the same way. Every time he touched it, he saw his posture was small, his strength was rapid and rapid, he left his hand behind, and his kicking and kicking were both quick and urgent, showing the monkey-shaped characteristics to the fullest.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
It’s really iron-hearted. I don’t know if I absolutely believe in Qu Yong or if he believes that he can avoid the decapitation knife in an instant.
This trick can be regarded as a thousand times faster and a thousand times more dangerous than pen and ink.
Qu Yong gently heaved a sigh of relief until he stopped. His back was a little cold. He knew very well that if he had been half a minute slow, maybe destiny would not hide, because he said that he would never make moves if he gave it to Qu Yong to be himself.
