Chapter 2775

Looking at it from a distance, they only felt that Li Yundong's action didn't seem fast, but each time they could easily remove the other party's attack. Sometimes it was even like Otsuka extended the least lethal part of the long gun to Li Yundong's finger and let him play.

Otsuka couldn't attack. He was shocked and angry. He couldn't help roaring. He could dance with his long gun. The whole person and his long gun became a dark shadow. There was the broken air sound of his long gun everywhere in the air. The momentum was amazing, like ghosts and gods dancing.

But Li Yundong was still motionless, with one hand on his chest and five fingers firmly guarded. No matter how fierce the Otsuka offensive was, he was always like a small boat bumping and floating in the rough waves, and never capsized!

The people on the sidelines were dazzled and their mouths were wide open. They could hardly believe that the standing man was seriously injured!

At this time, Li Yundong was anxious when he saw Otsuka's repeated fierce attacks. Although the attack was more and more fierce, his strength was more and more rigid and unreserved. He saw the moment when Otsuka stabbed him, and suddenly his fingers flicked the body of the long gun with force, which shook the long gun violently.

Otsuka only felt that a great force came and the long gun was almost out of his hand. He was shocked and immediately doubled his strength to hold the long gun, and a force shook back.

But at this time, Li Yundong fiercely bounced across the tip of the gun again. The two opposing forces collided together. When the sound of, the tip of the gun broke in two.

Otsuka was shocked and stunned, but at the moment when he was a little stunned, his hand was empty, but Li Yundong had easily hooked the cross gun into his hand.

Li Yundong held a gun in one hand, smiled at the broken blade long gun and said softly, "although the gun is good, it's a pity that the blood smell is too heavy and unlucky! I think such unlucky things should not stay in this world!"

With that, he made a slight effort with his two fingers and slowly broke the body of the long gun like cutting off a branch. After he finally folded the long gun into a bare iron rod, he threw it at the Otsuka.

Otsuka subconsciously took the long gun. He looked at the bare iron pole in his hand as if he were numb. He couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he shouted, folded his hands, bent the iron pole, threw it in the distance, and ran away from the field with a burst of green and red on his face.

All the practitioners in the field were silent for a moment. Everyone looked at Li Yundong with inexplicable and complex eyes. They couldn't imagine how a man of practice who had suffered so much could have such residual power!

At this time, most of the practitioners of various schools in Japan have been shocked by Li Yundong. Even those who want to play can't help but start to retreat.

Although, as Otsuka said, this battle can be called a national war, they can't afford to lose!

But at this time, they braved the universal condemnation to challenge a seriously injured opponent. It's OK to win, but if they lose, they really can't lift their heads all their life!

After Otsuka's defeat, he was ashamed and left in a hurry. For a time, all Japanese practitioners died and grieved. Things hurt their kind. They looked at each other and didn't want to play again.