Chapter: 1994
With a sneer all over his face, Sword Master Watanabe strode into the middle of the living room with his head held high.
With a calm face, Chen Ning also came to the middle of the living room, less than three meters away from Swordsman Watanabe.
The two sides confront each other.
Song Pingting was so nervous that she clenched her fist subconsciously.
Qin Fenghuang was similar at the moment, his eyes were fixed on Chen Ning and Watanabe.
Only Dian Chu remained expressionless, he was full of confidence in Chen Ning.
And the other Dongying people on the scene were all laughing and waiting for the duel to start. In their view, this was a match without suspense.
How could an unknown Chinese soldier be the opponent of Dongying Sword Master!
Soon, Tanaka loudly announced: "The duel begins!"
As soon as the voice fell, Sword Master Watanabe moved. He bowed his body, moved his feet quickly, and approached Chen Ning like lightning. Just when he entered the attack range of the katana, his katana came out of its sheath with a click.
The samurai sword turned into a streak of light, slashing at Chen Ning like a glimpse.
This knife is fast, explosive, and has a tricky attack angle. With the sharpness of the samurai sword, Sword Master Watanabe is confident that he can cut Chen Ning obliquely into two pieces.
Grandmaster shot!
There was instant applause at the scene.
However, in that instant, Chen Ning's Tang Dao was also out of its sheath.
There was only a click, and the light of the knife flashed and disappeared.
Sword Saint Watanabe hadn't reacted yet, he only felt his face wet, and at the same time the samurai sword in his hand was cut empty.
When he came back to his senses, Chen Ning had already stood three meters away, and Tang Dao had been sheathed.
Be quiet on the scene!
Sword Saint Watanabe was in a daze, and didn't know what was going on for a while.
It wasn't until a drop of blood slipped from his cheek, dripped to the ground, and turned into bloody flowers, that his expression changed drastically.
He wiped his face with his backhand in horror, and even touched the blood on his face.
It turned out that while he was cutting through the air with the knife just now, Chen Ning's Tang knife had easily left a shallow scar on his forehead to his chin.
This line of blood precisely and skillfully divided his facial features into two.
Everyone at the scene was stunned!
Everyone even had a strong feeling that Chen Ning's knife was merciful.
Otherwise, if the blood line was a little deeper, it would be able to cut the head of Sword Saint Watanabe in half.
Sword Master Watanabe held a samurai sword in his hand and stood there, startled and angry.
He didn't expect that he would lose out of nowhere.
And it was still lost to a little-known little Chinese man! JrNovels.com
With a calm face, Chen Ning also came to the middle of the living room, less than three meters away from Swordsman Watanabe.
The two sides confront each other.
Song Pingting was so nervous that she clenched her fist subconsciously.
Qin Fenghuang was similar at the moment, his eyes were fixed on Chen Ning and Watanabe.
Only Dian Chu remained expressionless, he was full of confidence in Chen Ning.
And the other Dongying people on the scene were all laughing and waiting for the duel to start. In their view, this was a match without suspense.
How could an unknown Chinese soldier be the opponent of Dongying Sword Master!
Soon, Tanaka loudly announced: "The duel begins!"
As soon as the voice fell, Sword Master Watanabe moved. He bowed his body, moved his feet quickly, and approached Chen Ning like lightning. Just when he entered the attack range of the katana, his katana came out of its sheath with a click.
The samurai sword turned into a streak of light, slashing at Chen Ning like a glimpse.
This knife is fast, explosive, and has a tricky attack angle. With the sharpness of the samurai sword, Sword Master Watanabe is confident that he can cut Chen Ning obliquely into two pieces.
Grandmaster shot!
There was instant applause at the scene.
However, in that instant, Chen Ning's Tang Dao was also out of its sheath.
There was only a click, and the light of the knife flashed and disappeared.
Sword Saint Watanabe hadn't reacted yet, he only felt his face wet, and at the same time the samurai sword in his hand was cut empty.
When he came back to his senses, Chen Ning had already stood three meters away, and Tang Dao had been sheathed.
Be quiet on the scene!
Sword Saint Watanabe was in a daze, and didn't know what was going on for a while.
It wasn't until a drop of blood slipped from his cheek, dripped to the ground, and turned into bloody flowers, that his expression changed drastically.
He wiped his face with his backhand in horror, and even touched the blood on his face.
It turned out that while he was cutting through the air with the knife just now, Chen Ning's Tang knife had easily left a shallow scar on his forehead to his chin.
This line of blood precisely and skillfully divided his facial features into two.
Everyone at the scene was stunned!
Everyone even had a strong feeling that Chen Ning's knife was merciful.
Otherwise, if the blood line was a little deeper, it would be able to cut the head of Sword Saint Watanabe in half.
Sword Master Watanabe held a samurai sword in his hand and stood there, startled and angry.
He didn't expect that he would lose out of nowhere.
And it was still lost to a little-known little Chinese man! JrNovels.com
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