Rebirth of Hong Kong Variety Show

Chapter 225 Flying Sword
The plane sat down on the ground.

in sight.

Aji rushed over quickly.

Behind.

Seeing the plane being kicked to the ground, He Liansheng's team immediately chased after it with a knife.

In a hurry.

The plane hurriedly climbed two steps forward, trying to pick up the knife that fell on the ground, but it had already lost the vigor and stability it had just now.

The three swords just now cut off not only his sword, but also his dream of wanting to rise to the top by virtue of his combat power.

In front of A Ji, he was completely vulnerable.

original.

The gap between himself and him is so big.

only.

late!

Between moments.

Just as the plane touched the knife, Ah Ji was already in front of him.

Under the control of the wrist, the short knife held backwards, with the swing of the right arm, directly slashed towards the neck of the plane.

The plane's eyes widened, and there was no time to resist.

Just now.

The corners of A Ji's eyes shrank, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the knife being withdrawn suddenly, and the whole person suddenly jumped forward and rolled.

"boom!"

Gunshots all over.

A cloud of blood burst out from A Ji's right shoulder, his whole body trembled, and he staggered forward, his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

side orientation.

The big black star in Ah Qiang's hand was emitting a little blue smoke.

That is the opportunity.

A group of people from He Liansheng rushed up from behind and slashed on A Ji's back, leaving three bloodstains in an instant.

"die!"

A Jilen gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, turned around and slashed quickly with the short knife. A bloodstain exploded on Ma Zai's wrist, blood spattered out, and he fell to the ground clutching his wrist and screaming.

"Hem home shovel!"

Ah Qiang turned his gun around, aimed at A Ji in the crowd again, and frowned: "This pouncer reacts so fast, I dodged the fatal shot!"

Pull the trigger again as you prepare.

"Snapped!"

Dizang stretched out his left hand and directly grabbed the big black star, stuck Aqiang's finger, and said with a half-smile:
"It's not fair for people to use knives and you to use guns, and sneak attacks. I don't do this kind of thing. Let them fight!"

"Ok."

Ah Qiang curled his lips and could only put the gun away.

"While he is sick, he will die!"

With lingering fear in his heart, the plane roared and directed Ma Zai: "Cut him to death!"

immediately.

Numerous and Liansheng's horse boys approached A Jiwei.

Already injured, Ah Ji, under the siege of the crowd, glanced at the security company that had been emptied, and after swiping a knife to knock down a person, he fled directly towards the alley inside.

"Follow me!"

The plane roared angrily, and walked up to Dizang: "Why don't you just shoot him to death!"

"What you said, you solve his problem."

Jizo curled his lips disapprovingly, and shook his head with a smile: "Of course I can't steal your limelight."

"Don't tell me, go after it while you can still chase it now!"

"madman!"

The plane gave Dizang a vicious look, and immediately followed.

Everyone chased him out of the alley, but they didn't find any trace of A Ji at all. The alley was connected to the road outside, leaving only traffic.

"Grass!"

The plane gritted its teeth and stomped its feet, then turned to look at Jizo who was following him: "This fucking man ran away!"

"Run away, run away."

Jizo took out a cigar and lit it for himself, stepped on the tree trunk on the avenue, stretched out his hand and stroked his trouser leg:

"It's your business if people run away, and my task is their place."

talking room.

On the leather shoes, a drop of blood dripped from top to bottom, splashing on Jizo's leather shoes, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Ah!"

Dizang squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood drop, his finger was stained red by the blood, with fingerprints seeping out.

He bit his cigar and looked up.

Nuo Da's shade tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

"Ha ha!"

Jizo grinned, withdrew his eyes and stepped on the ground with his legs, and stomped his feet vigorously:

"The white hair is gone, and the blue hair must not be able to escape."

He turned his head to look at the plane: "What are you afraid of? It's okay to sweep their place. Your boss is also to blame. I'll help you speak."

"Aqiang."

He waved his hand and greeted Aqiang: "Let's go."

"Oh shit!"

The plane looked at Jizo who left while biting his cigar, gritted his teeth and had no choice but to follow.

After a few minutes.

The branches of the shade tree trembled.

A Ji jumped down from the tree trunk, glanced at the direction they were leaving, and left the scene quickly, clutching his shot shoulder.

Take a few steps forward.

A Ji glanced at a small shop facing the street, and tried to pry open the door to get in, but failed, so he simply burrowed into the nearby bushes.

He sat down on the ground, ripped off the short-sleeved T-shirt, turned the flesh of the shot, and the bullet was deeply embedded in it.

"call!"

A Ji took a deep breath, rolled the T-shirt into a cloth bag, put it in his mouth and bit it, picked up the short knife with his left hand and wiped it on his pants randomly, then simply burned the tip of the knife with a lighter, and placed it directly on the spot where he was shot .

"!"

A Ji's face turned red, and the blood vessels on his neck were protruding. Enduring the pain, he cut open the skin with a knife, and took out the bloody bullet inside.

He curled up, and after a brief slowdown, he took out the cigarette in his trouser pocket, rubbed the cigarette apart, collected the shredded tobacco, and applied it to the wound.

"!"

A Ji's eyelids twitched, his clenched teeth trembled imperceptibly, and then he tore off the T-shirt and wrapped it around it.

He lay on the ground exhausted, relieved for half a minute, lit a cigarette and took two puffs, got up and got out from the bushes, and walked directly onto the road.

head on.

A car drove over, looking at A Ji who was in the middle of the road, he could only step on the brakes and roll down the windows.

It's a young female driver.

The female driver was about to speak: "You"

A Ji drew out the short knife hidden by his side and put it on her neck, motioned for her to open the door, opened the door and sat on it.

"Don't be impulsive, I won't resist."

The female driver swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear, and looked at the blood stains and simple bandages on A Ji's body:

"You are not in a very good condition now. There is a medicine box on the back door. There is gauze in it. You need to re-bandage it."

"Where are you going, I will take you there!"

Her voice trembled, restraining the fear in her heart: "I will not resist, I have no malicious intentions!"

A Ji glanced under the rear fender, and there really was a medicine box.

"It's on the road!"

The long eyelashes of the young female driver fluttered, and she said, "I can't stop here for a long time. If I am seen by the military uniform, I will definitely come to ask."

"Go to the Zhongxin chess room!"

Aji thought for a while and announced the place name.

The car starts.

A Ji looked at the female driver who was driving, and then looked at the road signs outside, making sure that the female driver was not playing tricks, and then put down the short knife on her neck.

He opened the medicine box and took out the gauze inside, took off the wound wrapped with short-sleeved cloth strips, and bandaged it again.

After the crooked winding was completed, the white gauze was stained red with blood, which looked a little creepy.

The car is moving fast.

After ten minutes.

"parking!"

A Ji glanced at the Zhongxin chess and card room on the street ahead, motioned for the female driver to stop, opened the door and walked out.

"Snapped!"

A white bottoming T-shirt was thrown out of the car and hit Aji's body, and then the car kicked the accelerator and drove straight out.

Holding the clothes with a little fragrance, A Ji glanced at the taillights of the car in the distance, and put on the loose T-shirt with his backhand, the size barely fit.

He walked quickly along the side of the road, and after entering the street, he came not far from the Zhongxin chess and card room.

The roller shutter door of the chess and card room has been closed, but the signboard lights hanging above are still on.

A Ji thought for a while, didn't go any further, turned around and went behind the building.

Inside the chess room.

Lobby.

at this time.

The ground was a mess.

All the horses in the chess and card room fell to the ground.

The blue-haired Luo Tianhong had several bloodstains on his body, and stood in the middle holding the eight-faced Han sword, with the remaining blood dripping down the blade of the Han sword.

opposite him.

Four men in the night were standing with katana swords in their hands, more or less wounded on their bodies, and horse boys from the chess and card room were lying on their feet.

On the side.

A young woman in a red overcoat sat cross-legged on a stool, her black hair falling down her shoulders.

She rested her cheeks on her palms, blinked at Luo Tianhong, and moved her feet rhythmically on the ground.

The soles of the shoes hit the ground with a crisp sound.

This is the third group of people tonight, a drug dealer group from the Wa country, who reached an agreement with Cai Yuanqi.

They helped to deal with Zhongxinyi, and when it was done, they would have a place in the white powder market on Hong Kong Island in the future.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Miko Kawaguchi."

The young woman rubbed her chin with her fingers, looked up and down at Luo Tianhong, and said in a not-so-fluent Mandarin:

"You are very good, you are very good at fighting, and you actually killed six of my subordinates, why don't you come with me."

Her eyes swept over the knife wound on Luo Tianhong's hand: "My people are different, if you continue to fight like this, you will die."

Luo Tianhong didn't answer, but turned his head to look at her, under the bangs hanging down on his forehead, his eyes were fierce and sharp.

"Humph!"

Kawaguchi Miko waved her hand.

The four people holding samurai swords followed suit and walked towards Luo Tianhong, surrounding him.

Holding the sword in his right hand, Luo Tianhong stood motionless on the spot, his eyes quickly catching the movements around him.

"Shh!"

The four of them drew their knives at the same time, and slashed at Luo Tianhong from four directions. The four of them were in one, and the coordination was perfect.

"clang!"

Luo Tianhong held the sword to block, raised the sword body vigorously and rushed forward, dodging the samurai sword cut behind him, and took the initiative to draw the sword.

"Clang clang clang!"

The blades collided together, making a crisp metal collision sound, and the collision sound became faster and faster.

"Pfft!"

The team of four fell down again.

Luo Tianhong had two more incisions on his arms again, and the hideous wounds on his body were shocking, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

In front of this perfect team, he could only choose to trade his life for his life in order to break through.

"annoyed!"

Miko Kawaguchi frowned, and waved her hand to signal the remaining three to back down.

She took off the red coat on her body, and pulled down the scrunchies around her wrists to tie up her loose hair.

He picked up the samurai sword on the table.

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, holding the handle of the samurai sword with both hands, and holding the sword forward.

The reinforced lines on the hilt fit her palm together, and the narrow, slightly curved blade was sharp.

"bass"

Luo Tianhong holds a sword in his right hand, pointing at Miko Kawaguchi.

The blade is straight and exquisite.

On the tip of the sword.

The remaining blood slowly condensed downwards, and finally merged into a drop, dripping to the ground.

"Ho!"

Miko Kawaguchi let out a loud cry, rushed forward with knives in both hands, and slashed directly at Luo Tianhong, simply and rudely.

Luo Tianhong didn't block, and swung out the right hand holding the sword with one hand.

Cut and chop.

"Clang clang clang!"

The collision of sword blades, the sound of crisp metal collisions can be heard endlessly, and sparks burst out from time to time.

The speed of the two swords and swords is also getting faster and faster.

"clang!"

A crisp sound.

The samurai sword slashed the Eight-faced Han sword to the ground.

Miko Kawaguchi held the hilt of the samurai sword with both hands, pressed it down hard, stared at Luo Tianhong with wide eyes, and said in a playful tone:

"Luo Tianhong, the strength of your sword is getting weaker and weaker, is the wound getting bigger and bigger?!"

"Humph!"

Luo Tianhong snorted coldly, exerted strength with his right hand, and the wrist holding the sword jerked violently, causing the body of the sword to tremble, and flicked away the samurai sword, and the tip of the sword pierced Miko Kawaguchi's right leg.

"joke!"

Miko Kawaguchi let out a loud cry, moved sideways to dodge, and the samurai sword slashed at Luo Tianhong's chest.

Luo Tianhong drew his sword to block.

Behind.

A strong wind came.

The two people who had been watching suddenly drew their swords.

Luo Tianhong evaded sideways to the limit, split Kawaguchi Miko's knife, and blocked again sideways, hiding herself under the protection of the Han sword.

"Bah!"

The sharp blade missed the vital point, and opened Luo Tianhong's back, leaving a bloody mouth, followed by a wound on his arm.

Luo Tianhong stretched his body and stood, with blue bangs and cold eyes.

"Tick."

Blood slid down the fingers, spread on the hilt, and flowed down the blade.

"Ah!"

Kawaguchi Miko squinted the corners of her eyes, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

In such a wounded state, Luo Tianhong was still able to successfully avoid the vital points in the face of sneak attacks from his own people.

This man, this strange sword, has already reached perfection.

She didn't stay any longer, and attacked again with the knife in both hands, slashing up one after another, without giving Luo Tianhong any time to breathe.

On the side.

The three of them holding samurai swords watched silently, looking for the most favorable opportunity to catch Luo Tianhong's flaws and make sure to kill him with one blow.

in the hall.

Luo Tianhong and Kawaguchi Miko fought together, the sound of swords colliding was frequent, and the two fought faster and faster.

When Miko Kawaguchi took the initiative to attack, Luo Tianhong retreated again and again. Seeing that she had the advantage, she swung her sword again, took the offensive, and revealed her flaws.

"It's now!"

Luo Tianhong stared at Miko Kawaguchi who was attacking with all his strength, and he who had been defending all the time finally took the initiative to unleash his sword.

The samurai sword that came out was refuted by the Han sword, and the tip of the sword was pushed forward.

"die!"

He gave a soft drink, and the blade moved forward.

"It's now!"

The man on the sidelines flicked his wrist, and the samurai sword struck Luo Tianhong's right wrist holding the sword.

Knife up and down.

The samurai sword moved forward and fell in the air.

"Da da da!"

Rapid footsteps sounded.

"rub!"

The sound of breaking wind came one after another.

The location of the stairs on the second floor.

A Ji, who came up from the side, saw this scene with his eyes, and the whole person suddenly accelerated the run-up and sprinted, squinting at the man who raised the knife to the highest point and was about to chop it down, with sharp eyes.

The dagger tightly clenched in his right hand was thrown with all his might.

The blood-stained short knife galloped from the air, and under the urging of the huge throwing force, it spun and cut from the air.

"Pfft!"

Sprinting under the huge inertia, it directly plunged into the man's neck with a muffled sound.

The dagger was sharp, and after piercing into the man's neck, he didn't stop for the first time, and the impact brought him down.

Under the collision.

The blade of the short knife was completely pierced in, leaving only one handle, and the tip of the knife protruded from the other end.

(End of this chapter)