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Chapter 262 Can't afford to lose, group beat up Ding Xiu
With the sound of tearing, Liang Lu's exquisite Tang suit was chopped into rags by Ding Xiu's samurai sword, and the white shirt inside turned red.

Every cut is a red blood mark.

After a while, the arms, thighs, lower abdomen, ribs, chest and back were all incisions.

Originally, Liang Lu's handsome sideways head was completely disheveled, wet in sweat and scattered in a mess.

"Da da da."

The most frightening thing was that, just like what Ding Xiu said, Liang Lu was retreating in the direction of the grand master's chair.

Every step back is a shame to him, and the physical pain is far less intense than the mental torture.

After all, Ding Xiu publicly said that he was going to sit in the past, but he really did.

It's okay not to go.

Just as the front foot was about to step out, the knife tip of the back foot came over. In this case, you have to either get out of the way or retreat, there is no second choice.

However, Ding Xiu gave him the opportunity to choose between retreating and advancing, because the blade is neither fast nor slow, just right, and he can dodge if he wants to.

It's not that Liang Lu didn't think about being tough, and he gritted his teeth and cut Ding Xiu casually, and he would never back down.

But I couldn't bear it after carrying a few knives, the saw-like blade was too painful to cut on my body.

"Master Liang, hold on!"

"Master Liang, come on!"

"Master Liang, we trust you."

"Behind you is not only Wing Chun, but our entire Hong Kong Island martial arts."

Seeing Liang Lu stepping back step by step, everyone began to cheer him up, each of them clenched their fists, their eyes were red, and their saliva flew all over the place.

So far, if nothing else, this is the last battle.

Getting to this point is no longer a matter of whether Ding Xiu recognizes Ip Man, nor is it just a personal grievance between Wing Chun and Ding Xiu, but a matter of the face of the entire martial arts world on Hong Kong Island.

It's too humiliating to put down the ring, but someone beats you through, and you have to point out where to sit in the end.

Therefore, even if Liang Lu is going to lose, he has to lose in an upright manner, and he can't sit on the grand master's chair that Ding Xiu said.

Hearing the fighting of fellow martial artists, Liang Lu almost didn't curse out loud, he cursed in his heart: "Fucking fucker, what's the use of talking with your mouth, if you have the ability, come and help me fight twice."

Ding Xiu's samurai sword has more and more gaps in the upper part, and the cuts on his body are getting bigger and bigger, with more and more wounds, and more and more bleeding.

Now the palms of his hands holding the knife were all wet, and he almost couldn't hold it, it was full of blood.

If there is a mirror, his face must be extremely pale.

He has survived to this point, even if he loses, he is worthy of his fellow martial artists. These people are good enough to persuade him to persevere.

If you hold on any longer, you will die.

It wasn't them who had their feelings chopped off.

"Master Liang, we are almost at the chair."

Ding Xiu reminded him of cutting Liang Lu with a knife.

Liang Lu glanced at it from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he was only two or three meters away from the chair, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

According to the frequency of Ding Xiu's swinging the knife, at most half a minute can cut him over and sit down obediently.

Really want to lose, or in this way.

Without saying a word, Liang Lu clenched his teeth, held the two eight-cutting knives tightly and refused to let go, took a deep breath, and looked at Ding Xiu with piercing eyes.

"I admit that you are stronger than me, but if you want me to sit there, it's impossible, unless I die."

He can lose, but he can't lose while sitting on a chair. How can Wing Chun mess around when word spreads?In the worst case, he was stabbed a few more times, pretended to lose too much blood and passed out, lay down on the spot, closed his eyes and pretended not to know anything.

That's right, Liang Lu didn't just think so, he was also planning to do so.

He couldn't block Ding Xiu's next attack.

Just carry it hard, exchange injury for injury, anyway, Ding Xiu dare not kill him.

Everyone was happy if they won by luck, but they pretended to be seriously injured and lay down on the ground when they lost, instead of sitting in a chair.

"He's a man." Facing Liang Lu, Ding Xiu felt a little admiration.

He had underestimated the martial arts on Hong Kong Island before, but he didn't expect that there were still a few real men, so this trip was not in vain.

"Master Liang, good job."

"We don't blame you for losing."

"Master Liang has played out the backbone of our martial arts on Hong Kong Island, and it is an honor to lose."

"Master Liang, there is no need. Even if you lost today, you are still a hero in everyone's eyes."

Hearing that Liang Lu wanted to show his ambition by death, everyone was more excited than they were admiration, this is the character of a warrior, rather than surrender.

There are already two such people today, one is Xie Shankui, who quit the arena after losing, gave up martial arts and stopped practicing boxing, and detoured when he saw Ding Xiu.

One is Liang Lu, even if he dies, he will not sit in that grand master's chair.

This is the pride of their martial arts on Hong Kong Island.

Ding Xiu was expressionless, and slowly raised his samurai sword: "Master Liang, although I appreciate your courage, I, Ding, always keep my word. If I tell you to sit over, you have to sit over. So, Sorry."

"Come on, I, Liang Lu, would rather die lying down than live sitting down."

"when!"

The Ba Zhan Dao and the Samurai Sword slashed at each other. Under Ding Xiu and Liang Lu's all-out efforts, sparks sparked between the swords, which made people tremble with fear.

This time, Ding Xiu didn't hold back his hand any longer, and one knife was heavier than the other. In less than ten seconds, Liang Lu's knife was thrown flying, and he was hit twice in his hand.

With only one knife left, he continued to fight, abandoning his defense, and charged forward with all his heart.

Seeing this desperate way of fighting, Ding Xiu was a little bit restrained, afraid of accidentally hacking someone to death, he didn't dare to make a heavy hand in a hurry, and took a few steps back.

But it was only a few steps back.

Then rushed up again.

He really wanted to see whether Liang Lu's bones were tough or his knife was tough. He said in front of so many people that if he wanted to let him sit over, he had to sit over, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"Pfft!"

"Shh!"

"what!"

There were the screams of the long knife tearing through the clothes, cutting on the body and Liang Lu.

One after another.

It made people's scalp tingle.

At this moment, Liang Lu didn't know how many knives he had suffered, and he became a bloody man. Among the crowd watching the battle, some people could see their tears, and cried to persuade him to forget it.

Feeling that the atmosphere is almost the same, Liang Lu is very satisfied and ready to lie down.

Before he could lie down, suddenly, the force from his hand suddenly became overweight, and the only eight-cutting knife was lifted and stuck on the wooden floor a few meters away.

Ding Xiu held the saber in both hands, and attacked Liang Lu's abdomen, slashing horizontally.

Liang Lu's eyes widened suddenly, and there was only one thought in his mind.

"I'm so cold."

As far as Ding Xiu's strength is concerned, this knife can't cut him open.

"boom!"

There was pain in the lower abdomen, and the viscera felt uncomfortable, Liang Lu almost vomited.

Before he had any other reaction, Ding Xiu slashed him obliquely, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

The two knives directly cut off Liang Lu's combat strength, he couldn't stand his legs anymore, and almost knelt on his knees. Of course, kneeling is impossible, and lying down should be better.

So Liang Lu was going to fall backwards.

"boom!"

Ding Xiu's next actions fulfilled his thoughts.

With a kick in the chest, the man flew out.

He was in the air, Liang Lu closed his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was stabbed twice, he finally lay down, and he could only say that everything was under control.

The shouts and caring voices of the onlookers could be heard in his ears, and Liang Lu was relieved that this injury was not unacceptable.

"Bang!"

In the next second, Liang Lu's body fell down, feeling something was wrong, he lowered his head, and saw the grand master's chair under his buttocks.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, there were no other words to describe his mood.

After suffering so many knives, half of his life was lost, but the result was still the same as what Ding Xiu said, sitting on the grand master's chair.

It happened that he was seriously injured, and he didn't have the strength yet, so he was ashamed and ashamed.

Not caring too much, once Liang Lu closed his eyes and refused to open them, it was as if he had passed out and didn't know anything.

"The contest is suspended!"

"Master Liang, are you okay?"

"Quick, the medical staff check the wound."

"With so much blood, Master Liang must be dead."

"Don't talk nonsense, Master Liang will be fine."

A group of people surrounded Liang Lu with three layers inside and three layers outside, scrambling to observe the situation.

If you say you won't die, you don't even believe it.

Liang Lu's body was really bloody, which was a bit shocking, and Ding Xiu's last two fierce knives were very scary.

With such a serious injury, if he survived, he might be half-disabled, and he might have to be fed for food.

No, it’s better to have someone feed you when you eat. What’s scary is that you don’t need someone to feed you. You just insert a tube into your throat and put a funnel on it.

"Damn, Ding Xiu bullied people too much, he went as far as he agreed, and he actually got ruthless."

"Master Liang was beaten so badly that he was out of shape. How did this bastard manage to hit him so hard?"

"Ding Xiu violated the rules first, and we don't have to obey the rules. Let's go together and kill him."

"Fuck him to death, go!"

"I grass his ancestors, brothers, to avenge the master."

"Stop it, copycat!"

"Don't get excited, don't move, everyone listen to me."

"I'm the referee and you are the referee, why don't you just listen to me."

I don't know who started it, most people wanted to beat Ding Xiu in groups, the scene suddenly became chaotic, dozens of people rushed up, Wu Bing's voice could not be suppressed, and some even attacked him.

Unaccustomed to it at all, Ding Xiu raised his samurai sword and began to slash, laying down one after the first cut.

Hmm, I lay down clutching my neck.

The back of the knife was cut on the carotid artery, and he fainted at the beginning.

The second knife, the third knife, the fourth knife, several people fell in an instant.

Not knowing the situation, everyone thought they were hacked to death by Ding Xiu when they lay down, and panicked all of a sudden, the one in front turned around and ran away.

No wonder they had this idea. Ding Xiu's samurai sword was already stained with a lot of blood, and the ground was also covered with Liang Lu's blood. Who would think that Ding Xiu only used the back of the sword?
Not to mention that the lesson from the past is still there, Liang Lu was hacked to death.

"Oh my god, help me, I killed someone!"

"Get out of the way for me, don't squeeze, I have to get out of here."

"Madman, Ding Xiu is crazy."

"Call the police, call the police quickly."

The people in front ran to the back, and the people behind didn't know the situation, and were still rushing forward, and the hall on the second floor was in a mess in an instant.

Seeing that there are more and more people blocking the way, and the space left for him is getting smaller and smaller, Ding Xiu resolutely gave up the samurai sword. If the circle is smaller in a few seconds, the sword will not be able to use it, and it will be useless in his hand. iron.

Clenching his fists tightly, Ding Xiu struck first, rushing into the crowd like a wolf into a herd of sheep.

A flying knee knocked down a large area, ignoring the person under the knee who was foaming at the mouth, Ding Xiu got up and waved Bajiquan.

Fist, elbow, knee, foot, every part of the body is a means of attack.

"careful!"

I don't know who reminded me, Ding Xiu turned his head in the dark, and brushed his ear with the eight-cutting knife.

There was no disturbance in his heart, Ding Xiu wrapped his left hand around the arm of the visitor, bent his right hand, and slammed his elbow on the opponent's chest once, twice, and three times.

In the blink of an eye, the person who handed the knife passed out without even wailing in pain.

The battle continued, Ding Xiu used the three-point hand of the king of hell, the tiger climbed the mountain hard, the overlord folded and entangled, and opened the door hard from left to right...all Bajiquan ultimate moves.

People who were recruited either had ribs cracking, or passed out with a dislocated jaw, or had a broken tooth.

Ding Xiu's feet were not idle either, he used his legs to attack from a little distance away, sweeping across the opponent's calf and thigh with such force that no one could stand up.

The worst thing was being hit by the knee. Every blow was like a sledgehammer hitting the body, and I couldn't bear the pain.

In less than a minute, a large group of people lay down under Ding Xiu's feet. They either passed out, or were holding their stomachs and legs and moaning.

Within three meters, no one came close.

After being stared at by him, everyone backed away in fright.

"Fuck, awesome!"

Wang Jiawei took off his sunglasses and was so stunned that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

In order to prepare for the new movie, he interviewed many famous martial arts masters and learned more or less about martial arts knowledge. For scenes like Ding Xiu who killed a large movie by himself, he only listened to them during the period of the Republic of China described by those martial arts masters. Pass.

I heard that the martial arts at that meeting was very strong, and strong enemies blocked the way. The purpose of practicing martial arts is to kill people. Naturally, a large number of masters emerged, and each one beat ten.

But looking at modern times, I haven't seen a master of martial arts who can beat ten in real life.

Wang Jiawei almost thought those stories were bragging, but he didn't expect to see them today, Ding Xiu's Bajiquan was so fierce that no one could stand up after being hit.

The worst thing was to sneak up on the guy with a knife and get three elbows. I don't know if he died or not.

On the far side, there was He Xiaoyu watching the excitement, his eyes were big and round, and his mouth could fit a golf ball.

She liked watching martial arts movies since she was a child, and she learned martial arts because of her hobby.

She aspires to be like the master in the movie in the future, one who can fight many. Only after learning martial arts did she realize how unrealistic her dream is.

If you can hit three or five with your bare hands, it's no big deal.

Like Ding Xiu, she only dreamed about it in her dreams.

At this time, there are many people with similar expressions to the two, Cheng Long, Cheng Xiaodong, Yuan Bing, Lu Huiguang and others are all the same.

Liang Lu, who pretended to be unconscious halfway, narrowed his eyes and glanced at them, then closed them quickly in fright, and secretly made up his mind to beat him to death.

"Okay, don't fight anymore." Wu Bing knocked off the Qinglong Yanyue knife in the hand of a young man with his eyebrow-level stick, and stood alone in the middle of the field and shouted loudly: "I am the referee, and I have the final say on winning or losing." , the doctor of Master Liang's injury has not been announced yet, let's listen to the situation first and then talk..."

"Let's forget about what happened just now, and I will not let anyone who wants to deliberately pick things up next time, don't say that I didn't predict it."

Wu Bing's eyebrow-level stick was horizontally in front of him, blocking Ding Xiu and the others, and no one moved for a while.

He did this to stabilize the situation and also to protect Ding Xiu.

With so many people, including many masters, Ding Xiu couldn't get down the stairs today even if he was superhuman.

In the same way, if Ding Xiu is forced to make a desperate move, there will be more than a dozen funerals tomorrow.

It was originally here to resolve conflicts, but in the end, a large number of people were killed. This is the last situation Wu Bing wants to see.

(End of this chapter)