Chapter 176 How Can a Golden Fish Stay in a Pond? (Ask for Monthly Votes)

Yang Ge swung his sword and chopped down, the sword energy was like a waterfall, flying straight down!

The two Japanese masters below swung their swords together to chop the dark golden sword energy, and the sword energy was as sharp as the north wind.

"Boom!"

The three sword energies died together, and the remaining energy was like a light curtain, setting off a hurricane that spread out in all directions.

The two Japanese masters who did not expect Yang Ge's sword to be so powerful stopped their momentum in the sky, and their hands trembled so much that they could hardly hold the samurai swords in their hands.

Before the remaining energy dissipated, Yang Ge's figure, which was shrouded in the golden bell's energy, suddenly broke through the remaining energy and killed, with a move of "lighter than a feather" as fast as lightning, slashing at the Japanese master who had ambushed him in the pile of corpses just now.

The Japanese master also reacted very quickly, stepping into the air with his legs in wooden clogs, and his figure did not retreat but advanced, holding the sword in both hands and facing the cold moon sword without dodging.

The other Japanese master, who made Yang Ge feel dangerous and whose hair stood on the back of his head, did not waste the opportunity he created by feeding the tiger with his own body. He sheathed his sword with his backhand, stepped into the air, and leaped into a wind-like afterimage, sweeping towards Yang Ge from the side.

"Slash against the wind!"

"Iai·Kumikiri!"

The former's samurai sword had just collided with the Lengyue sword, and before the force was fully released, he brazenly freed his left hand and grabbed Yang Ge's right arm, locking him tightly... This grab seemed like a gangster tearing, but in fact it was the elite "no sword grab" of the "New Yin Style" kendo he created, which is the saying of "empty hands into a white blade".

The former had just locked Yang Ge's right arm, and the Japanese master who had already swept to Yang Ge's left side, slashed Yang Ge's neck with a knife silently and quickly without even a shadow.

Yang Ge could not see the opponent's blade, but he could feel the terrifying sharp aura coming towards him.

At the critical moment, Yang Ge's veins bulged and he swung his right arm with all his strength, throwing the Japanese master who locked his right arm to the sharp air that was coming towards him. At the same time, he used the tearing force to change the position between the two, trying to move the Japanese master who locked his arm in front of him.

However, even if his reaction was fast enough and his force was fierce enough, it was still a little late to face this hurricane-like knife.

"Puchi."

The sharp samurai sword cut off the arm that locked Yang Ge, and the blade cut through the protective aura of the Golden Bell Cover, and cut off a palm-sized piece of flesh on his left shoulder, and the tip of the knife brushed the aorta in his neck and passed in front of his Adam's apple.

"Bang."

Yang Ge kicked the broken-armed Japanese master hard in the chest. With a crisp sound of bones, the chest of the Japanese master collapsed on the spot, and flew backwards and hit the Japanese master who was using the Iai Slash, blood spilling into the sky.

Yang Ge also took advantage of the recoil of this kick, and flexibly turned a somersault in the air and fell downward.

"Bang."

Yang Ge fell to the ground with a strong sword energy, killing a large number of surging Japanese soldiers.

He looked through the heads in front of him, staring at the two Japanese masters who fell to the ground later, stretched out his hand and wiped his neck, his hands full of blood.

He turned his head slightly to look at his left shoulder, and the blood could not hide the traces of bones in the blood...This knife made him uneven shoulder.

"Really amazing!"

He sighed softly, sealed several acupuncture points around his left shoulder to stop the bleeding, and at the same time, he cut off the sleeve of his shirt wrapped around his waist with a knife, bandaging himself as if no one was around. Countless Japanese soldiers surrounded him with swords and guns, shouting all kinds of hysterical slogans in dialect, but they all tried their best to squeeze themselves into the crowd and push their comrades in front of Yang Ge.

The two Japanese masters who landed also simply treated the wound of the Japanese master with a broken arm, and then the two separated again and disappeared in the Japanese crowd.

But it doesn't matter, Yang Ge has remembered the breath of the Japanese master who almost cut off his head with a knife. Although he can't find his position accurately among the thousands of Japanese soldiers, he can still distinguish his approximate position.

The five elements of vitality almost encompass everything. To distinguish a powerful breath as cold as a snowy mountain among these vitality is as easy as finding a flame in the dark night.

"Do you still want to come?"

Yang Ge raised his lips slightly, and a ferocious smile slowly climbed up to the corners of his eyes, dyeing his eyes red.

He glared fiercely, and the Gengjin true energy around him surged like a raging flame. In an instant, thousands of fragments of the remnants floated up and surrounded Yang Ge like a swarm of bees.

He leaped three feet high, his eyes locked on the general direction where the Japanese master was hiding. Thousands of fragments of the remnants immediately gathered into a sword dragon and spun down. Countless Japanese soldiers turned into a puff of blood mist in the rotation of the sword dragon, and broken limbs and corpses flew all over the sky.

"Dangdangdang..."

In the blood mist, a ray of bright sword light rose into the air, and with extremely exquisite sword skills, he calmly swept away the fragments of the remnants.

Seeing this, Yang Ge swung the Lengyue sword and slashed out a 40-meter sword energy, slashing at the Japanese master through the air.

As soon as he swung his sword, before the sword energy landed on the ground, a figure suddenly shot out from the surging Japanese soldiers beside him, swung his sword and picked out a 30-meter-long sharp sword energy, slashing towards Yang Ge: "Ha, come on!"

"I'm waiting for you!"

Yang Ge smoothly made a sword flower, shooting out a 40-meter-long sword energy, turned around and slashed at the 30-meter-long sword energy with his sword, and at the same time used the kung fu of a thousand-pound weight to quickly descend: "Break!"

Leng Yue's sword struck the thirty-meter sword aura, but there was no explosion of sword energy. There was only a dazzling sword light on the blade that was so bright that it was difficult to see directly with the naked eye. It easily cut through the thirty-meter sword aura, just like a sharp blade cutting a horse. Just like that, with his rapid descent, he split the thirty-meter sword in half.

"clang!"

The pressing down Lengyue sword struck hard on the raised katana. The powerful force pressed the katana hard on the chest of the Japanese master who had broken his arm. The Japanese master who had already suffered heavy injuries took a mouthful of blood. Sprayed on Yang Ge's face, most of the energy he had raised dissipated in an instant.

"Bang."

Yang Ge pressed the Japanese master with his sword and slammed it into the crowd of Japanese soldiers, killing a group of Japanese soldiers and clearing a large open space.

The Japanese master who had lost all power to fight back was lying at his feet, with thick red blood spurting out from his mouth and nose, but he still tried his best to support the sword with one arm and hold the sword of Lengyue, as if he was still looking forward to it. A miracle happens...

Yang Ge glanced at him, and it was only then that he saw clearly the appearance of this Japanese master... He had a tall and straight figure that was very rare among Japanese pirates, and his body was as clear as carved muscles. It looked like he had been practicing hard for many years. When he came out, there was still a trace of old-fashioned and majestic look on his cheeks with thick eyebrows and heavy beard.

It can be seen that this person was also a high-ranking and uncompromising figure in Japan in the past.

Yang Ge looked directly into his unwilling eyes, the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually widened, he raised his leg and kicked off his only remaining arm, then bent down and grabbed the bun behind his Tsukiyo head. He picked up his mud-like body and pointed his face in a certain direction. The Leng Yue sword was placed on his neck and pulled back and forth several times before cutting off his head.

This Japanese master did not utter a cry until his death, but stared straight ahead, as if he could not believe that his most respected teacher would not save him even if he died...

"So heartless?"

Yang Ge laughed and expressed the last question in his heart: "He died to help you!"

He picked up the dead head in his hand and smashed it against the Japanese soldiers surging in front of him. The head, which was covered by the sword energy, pierced through several Japanese soldiers in a row and fell into a big, skinny hand.

The owner of this big, skinny hand has an old face with soft lines, which gives people a feeling of being old-fashioned and kind. At this moment, there is no expression on the old face, and a pair of deep eyes are like an old well. No wave, he looked directly at the head in his hand for several breaths, then sighed softly, gently closed his eyes with his thin left hand, and said softly in a deep voice: "Shangquan-kun , you have shed your last drop of blood for Fusang..."

The Japanese soldiers around the two men tried their best to retreat, and squeezed out a space for the two of them in the crowded crowd.

Yang Ge stared at the thin figure intently, adjusting his posture slowly, preparing to enjoy the next hearty battle...

Yang Ge didn't know whether the dead burly Japanese master could reach the threshold of the top seven in China's list of heroes.

He only knows that when he was in his prime, this person should be better than Xiang Wudi. Even Wang Lin, the East Heavenly King of the White Lotus Sect who died under his sword, was even better. If it were a head-on battle, this person would be able to survive thirty moves under him no matter what. .

It's a pity that this person is a little weak-minded, and he didn't put himself in a position of being evenly matched with him from the beginning. Instead, he was dominated by this skinny Japanese master.

When one's morale is weak, it's great to be able to achieve seven out of ten abilities.

The skinny Japanese master in front of him gave Yang Ge a somewhat complicated feeling.

According to the strength of his aura, this person's aura is not as good as that of Tong Ying, the peerless master of the Royal Horse Prison whom he encountered on the Bianhe River in Huai'an.

But the pressure and threats this person put on him were even worse than those of Tong Ying in the past!

How do you describe that feeling...

Just like Tong Ying is a fat man who is two meters tall and weighs about 300 kilograms. Even if he is puffy, the absolute difference in height and weight will still give people a huge sense of oppression!

And this skinny Japanese master is like a powerful Muay Thai master who is less than seven feet tall but has polished many joints in his body into murderous weapons. Even though his height and weight are far less than that of the fat man of about 300 kilograms, he is still It will give people a very extreme sense of danger!

Combined with the extremely fast and extremely ferocious blow this person had just made, Yang Ge felt that there was nothing wrong with his judgment!

Not long after, the skinny Japanese master who carefully placed the head on the ground stood up, bowed to Yang Ge with the samurai sword on his waist, and said in standard Chinese: "Tsukahara Buden, 'Tsukahara Shinto Style', Come on!"

Yang Ge took a deep breath, lowered his head and bowed while holding the Lengyue sword.

The next second, the two of them rushed forward at the same time, and the two long and narrow knives, which were so fast that only the bright light of the two knives could be seen, collided violently.

"Hahaha……"

Yang Ge laughed loudly: "I know you little devils never talk about martial ethics...then cost me another three hundred dollars!"

He savagely pushed back the Tsukahara Buden in front of him, stepped forward with an arrow, and slashed with his sword again.

Tsukahara Buden stepped back with his clogs on the muddy ground soaked in blood, and struck Yang Ge under the arm with a sword as fast as lightning.

"clang!"

The cold moon sword in Yang Ge's hand swung the samurai sword away as accurately as if he had eyes. He lunged forward again and wiped the sword-holding wrist of Tsukahara Buden with one strike.

Tsukahara Bu Chuan followed Yang Ge's sword and rolled on the spot, turned around and slashed at Yang Ge's feet with the sword.

Yang Ge took a step back and swung the samurai sword away.

Tsukahara Buden flew forward like an ape, shook his hand and exploded a ball of brilliant sword light. While moving forward quickly close to the ground, his sword struck many key points on Yang Ge's lower three roads.

As Yang Ge retreated, he kept swinging his sword to block the blade, which was as light as the breeze blowing through the forest.

The fast and fast duel with Fang Cun may not seem as majestic as the thirty or forty meter sword attack, but it is actually far more dangerous than the ultimate attack, and it is a great test of the swordsman's basic skills.

"Stab it."

In the exchange of more than thirty blows, Yang Ge missed one blow. The long and narrow samurai sword cut open the hem of his robe, and the blade grazed his inner thigh.

Feeling a chill on the inside of his right leg, Yang Ge drew his legs back without thinking, jumped up, swung his sword forward and swept it horizontally, and the majestic sword energy spurted out.

Tsukahara Buchuan jumped up after him, and with a "Hey" sound, he broke through the saber aura with his sword, and directly took out Yang Ge behind the saber aura.

Yang Ge held the sword across his chest and leaned his upper body back tactically. The blade of the samurai sword followed the blade of the Lengyue sword and passed above his face, cutting off a strand of Yang Ge's long hair.

"Bang."

The legs of the two collided fiercely in mid-air. Yang Ge was shaken backwards by the strong force and fell from the sky. Tsukahara Buchuan, who had the upper hand, raised his sword over his head and slashed it straight down: "Haha!"

He actually wanted to replicate the scene where Yang Ge just killed the burly Japanese master!

"Bang."

Yang Ge used the Kung Fu of Thousand Jin Falling to forcefully fall to the ground. Regardless of the shock and surging energy and blood, he forcibly accumulated strength and struck up with the knife: "Heavier than Mount Tai!"

The sword of Lengyue collided with the samurai sword that came down from top to bottom. As the blades crossed, the two of them looked at each other, and both saw the cold gaze hidden in the other's eyes like an undercurrent. The violent murderous intention below.

"Bang."

The powerful residual energy exploded around the two of them, setting off several air waves three to four feet high.

The power goes down instead of up.

After all, this move was one step behind Yang Geqi.

"Pfft."

Yang Ge spurted out a mouthful of blood, causing Tsukahara Buden in front of him to blink subconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Ge spat out the blood in his chest and his whole body was loosened. He rotated the blade and exited from under Tsukahara Buden.

Tsukahara Buden, who was caught off guard and fell, subconsciously kicked Yang Ge in the chest, but he collided with Yang Ge's stretched out right leg.

"Bang!"

The long-planned flurry of kicks and legs shook the strength of Tsukahara Hokuden's legs. Tsukahara Hokuden's figure was tilted, and the katana protecting the central axis in his hand was also tilted by the body, showing a slight flaw.

Yang Ge seized on this flaw, swung his sword to explode a ball of violent sword light, and pressed it forward, hitting him fast as well.

The difference is that Tsukahara Buden's knife path is dense and sinister, while Yang Ge's knife path is fierce and domineering, supplemented by the strong push of Luanfeng Kick's legs. The knife path is wide open and closed, and one knife may not be faster than the other. But a knife must be heavier than a knife.

Tsukahara Bu Chuan was forced to forcibly cut Yang Ge dozens of times, and was shocked to the point where his hands were numb, his body's strength was slack, his energy and blood were surging, and he was completely unable to change.

The two of them retreated and chased each other and broke into the wave of Japanese soldiers. They seemed to be slashing at each other with long swords like reckless men. After Yu Jin fell into the wave of Japanese soldiers, it was like artillery fire. Everywhere they passed, people and horses were everywhere. The swords and guns were broken into pieces, and a passage of flesh and blood of more than ten feet was plowed out in the dense crowd.

"puff!"

Tsukahara Buden, who was also shocked and suffered internal injuries, opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood at Yang Ge.

Yang Ge tilted his head subconsciously, and the Lengyue sword in his hand couldn't help but slow down.

In just one beat, Tsukahara Bu Chuan, who had been forced into a desperate situation by Yang Ge, seized the opportunity and jumped up, using a combination of man and sword to swipe at Yang Ge: "Jiyi Iai·Half Moon!"

Yang Ge saw the opponent coming fiercely and jumped back without hesitation.

"Bang."

Tsukahara Buden held the sword with both hands and slashed out. The cold sword energy pulled out a cold sword energy that resembled a wolf-moon moon. The sword energy split the air, shook the ground, and forcibly tore out the flesh and blood passage of the two people. It opened a crack that was more than ten feet long and more than a foot wide.

With a knife slashing through the air, Tsukahara Buden looked up and saw Yang Ge falling freely in mid-air. As if he was at the point where his old strength was exhausted and new strength was not yet generated, and he was unable to move around in the air, he immediately dove down without hesitation. Taking advantage of his strength, he jumped up and caught up with Yang Ge with a knife: "Jiyi Juhe·抜戜!"

The katana fell, and the sword energy burst out, but there was no arc. Instead, it was as straight and indomitable as a spear.

Yang Ge, who was calm in the air, saw the lean Japanese monkey chasing after him with a knife, and finally opened his mouth and gently exhaled a foot-long line of white air.

As soon as Tsukahara Buden saw this white energy, he knew something was wrong, but at the right time, he had exhausted all his moves, and it was not easy to change his moves... If he hadn't been on the verge of exhausting his old power and not developing new power, How can you think that Yang Ge has exhausted his old strength and has not yet developed new strength?

"Never come back."

In mid-air, Yang Ge softly uttered four words in a voice that could only be heard by himself. At the end, the man and the sword merged into one, turning into a sharp sword energy that was as fast as lightning and shot out.

The sharp blade light broke through the spear-like blade energy head-on like a sharp blade cutting tofu, and hit Tsukahara Bokuden who was unable to dodge, smashing his skinny body into pieces on the spot, leaving only a gray-haired head flying high...

"Bang."

Yang Ge fell to the ground, setting off a brilliant wave of air, shocking a large number of Japanese soldiers to death.

He was panting violently while leaning on the Cold Moon Sword, his whole body was covered with inch-long tiny wounds, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose again.

But he still grinned, and Yu Wanjun laughed silently and wildly, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.

He stretched out his left arm behind him without looking back, and accurately caught the dead head falling from the sky.

He took his hand back, took the head in front of him and took a look, and saw a pair of eyes wide open with anger...

"Sword Saint?"

He stood up slowly with his sword, and threw the head to the direction where the previous head was: "General!"

The silent laughter slowly turned into a visible laughter, and the thousands of broken pieces of the weapons floated in the air again, condensing into a sword dragon in the air.

Different from the previous sword dragons that barely had a "snake shape".

This sword dragon has already had some "dragon" shape.

Although it is still a little rough...

But a snake is a snake.

A dragon is a dragon!