Chapter 147

"You have no right to know who I am, say! Why do you sneak into Tang Xin's house at night? " Frightened, Tang Xin gets up from the bed and hides in Qin Lang's arms.

The man snorted coldly: "put on airs! I want to die

Whew!

The man took out a short sword from his back and stabbed Qin Lang.

The short sword is thin and narrow, full of tenacity. It looks like a good sword.

The man's speed is very fast. Qin Lang has to dodge passively because he wants to protect Tang Xin. He accidentally cuts his arm with a short sword.

"Yanguo pig! Don't think too much of yourself The Japanese men's nonstandard Mandarin is very contemptuous.

His words angered Qin Lang, who patted Tang Xin on the back and asked her to hide.

"Be careful!" Tang Xin's eyes are full of concern.

Qin Lang smiles a little. He is a Japanese. He hasn't paid attention to it.

Seeing Qin Lang's contemptuous expression, the Japanese man suddenly became angry. He held the sword in both hands and made a standard Samurai posture. He drank and slashed the blade.

He is very confident. His strength is at the top of Japan's list, and he is an elite expert in the organization.

He once dealt with many Yan people, without exception, these Yan experts were all defeated by his sword.

Because his swordsmanship was created by himself, which is characterized by sharp speed and endless changes.

However, when he meets Qin Lang, the end is doomed.

Qin Lang's face didn't change, and he turned slightly to avoid a blow. The man's sword technique really changed a lot. Seeing that Qin Lang avoided, he immediately changed the slash to crosscut.

However, a knee is on his wrist, which makes him unable to work.

Bang!

Qin Lang kicks the man out. The man hits the background wall of the TV cabinet, and the background wall of the TV cabinet is smashed.

"Wow... Ah" the Japanese man was holding the dagger, half kneeling on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood, his hand shaking violently.

"How could it be?"

"It's impossible." Qin Lang shrugged: "on swordsmanship, Yan people are your ancestors."

"Go to hell!"

The man didn't admit defeat. He stepped on his feet and threw his sword at Qin Lang again.

Just now, he was careless. This time, he will do his best to rectify his swordsmanship.

It has to be said that after Qin Lang kicked the Japanese devil away, his momentum increased greatly. The short sword changed a lot in his hand. If he was careless, he would see blood.

In less than ten minutes, Qin Lang's hands and back were cut by Japanese men with short swords, leaving many scars.

"Well! Do you still dare to say that the swordsmanship of Yan kingdom is very powerful? " The man holds the sword with one hand and looks very proud.

"Qin Lang..." Tang Xin's nervous palms are full of sweat.

Qin Lang is now like a bloody man, covered with blood.

Qin Lang shook his head to reassure her.

Although this Japanese man's swordsmanship is fierce and varied, he also has a hard wound. His speed is fierce, but his strength is not enough.

Ignore the lethal force, blindly pursue the fierce speed.

"Japan! I know both swordsmanship and Ninjutsu, but I've never seen your swordsmanship before. " Qin Lang frowned.

This man's sword technique is unique. Although he is not very powerful, he is also very sharp.

Qin Lang, one of Japan's top ten schools of Ninja and swordsmanship, has dealt with each other, but his swordsmanship is not like that of any other force.

What on earth did he come from?

What is the purpose?

"If you don't say it, I'll call you until you say it." Qin Lang's momentum soared.

He kept his hand all the time in order to judge the origin of the opponent from the moves. Obviously, the origin of the opponent is not clear.

In this case, there is no need for Qin Lang to keep his hands. His dark pupils burst out several sharp lights.

The man's eyes to Qin Lang, suddenly feel a very dangerous palpitation, as if he was a demon from hell to stare at the general.

"Let me teach you what real swordsmanship is." Qin Lang picked up a watermelon knife on the tea table.

Qin Lang turns into a ghost at his feet. His speed is very sharp. Before the man even reacts, Qin Lang comes to him.

The man raised his sword in a panic, and the watermelon knife turned into streamer in Qin Lang's hand.

The man was very shocked. The man's swordsmanship in front of him was so good. His strength was relaxed and moderate. It seemed to be slow but very sharp.The man is hit have no the strength of parry, can only bear the passive defense, continuously retreat to the corner.

Ding Ding Ding

Ding!

With a clear sound, the short sword in the man's hand broke in vain, and the tip of the sword fell into the tea table.

"See, this is the sword skill of Yan kingdom. Young man, study hard." Qin Lang banged the watermelon knife on the ground.

At this time, the man seemed to be hit by a big blow in his life. He was stunned by the broken sword in his hand.

This is absolutely impossible. How can anyone's swordsmanship be so superb in this world!

No matter how he didn't believe it, the fact was that Qin Lang Leng was fighting with a watermelon knife to show his swordsmanship incisively and vividly. He had no fighting power.

If Qin Lang hadn't killed his heart, he would have died under Qin Lang's swordsmanship.

Plop!

Suddenly, the man knelt down straight on his knees and clasped his hands: "Sir, may I have your name, please?"

Qin Lang was stunned.

I'll go. What's going on here?

The man told Qin Lang that his name was kawamoto, a Japanese warrior.

Because his father committed a crime and was in prison, he was lonely and helpless when he was a child. He was often bullied by children. Therefore, in order to protect himself, he created a set of sword techniques to scare children.

Later, he gradually perfected this set of swordsmanship, and kawamoto also named his own swordsmanship kawamoto Liu.

"Then why did you sneak into my house?" Asked Tang Xin.

Kawamoto chuckled bitterly: "I heard that many people from different schools and forces in Japan have sneaked into Jiulongwan, saying that you have a molecular blueprint."

"I was just curious."

Qin Lang understood.

It seems that the fact that Tang Xin holds the molecular blueprint has been leaked, and has attracted many international forces to spy on her.

"Sir, can you take me as an apprentice and teach me sword skills?" Kawamoto's eyes are looking forward to sincerity.

Qin Lang's sword technique is the most peculiar and powerful sword technique he has ever seen in his life. He has also played with swordsmen and warriors of many schools in kawamoto, Japan. He has never seen anyone's sword technique so superb in this world.

"Sir, I have been very interested in Yan culture since I was a child. I also know that there is an old saying in Yan state that I am a teacher one day and a father all my life. I beg you to help me!" With that, kawamoto kowtowed to Qin Lang with both arms.

"Just be a father. I don't want a son like you." The thought that Qin Lang and Yan Shuya's future son is like him makes Qin Lang feel flustered.

"But it's OK to instruct you in one or two swordsmanship. Get up."

"Thank you, master!" Kawamoto is very happy.

Qin Lang didn't want kawamoto to call his master. After all, he was not familiar with kawamoto, but he couldn't stand up to his sincerity and became a master by himself.

Qin Lang simply let him call it that.

Through kawamoto, Qin Lang also knows a lot of secrets. Now there are at least three Japanese forces lurking in Jiulongwan.