My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

Chapter 315 Don’t let me down

"Where do you care? I want to go in, can you stop me?"

Miyamoto Yida didn't take Zhao Heng seriously at all.

"Huh, I don't know how high the sky is!"

Zhao Heng made a mistake with his hands and took the initiative to strike Miyamoto with a knife.

boom!
  Miyamoto didn't even pull out both swords. When Zhao Heng was about to hit him, he clenched his fist and hit Zhao Heng's palm.

"what"

After a muffled sound of bone and flesh colliding, Zhao Heng's wrist dropped down, obviously broken by Miyamoto's blows.

He staggered back a few steps, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everyone, come out, this idea hurts!"

"Brother Heng."

Qing Yi's other men also ran out of the villa.

"Oh? Another rabble!"

Miyamoto Itachi felt a little boring. These people didn't even have chuunin strength. They were like college students going to kindergarten and not even interested in taking action.

"Go back!"

At this time, Qing Yi walked out of the hall and stared at Miyamoto Yida closely: "Are you very powerful?"

"I rarely encounter opponents!"

Miyamoto said proudly.

"Hmph, I rarely encounter opponents. Just in time, I have another defeated opponent today!"

Miyamoto is crazy about swordsmanship, and Qing Yi is even crazier.

"Then don't let me down!"

Miyamoto clenched his fist with a sword and was ready to take action. Before he could figure out Qing Yi's fighting power, he felt there was no need to draw the sword.

"watch out!"

Qing Yi practiced palm skills. With a flip of his wrist, he brought up a heavy palm shadow and enveloped Miyamoto's sword.

"Not bad, better than those losers last night!"

Miyamoto's eyes lit up, and his fighting spirit continued to rise. At their level, they were even more eager to fight to the death with those who were stronger than themselves, so that they could further improve their level.

"Bang bang."

Even though Qing Yi is tall and thin, every palm shot has the power of hundreds of kilograms. If Qin Yu fights her, just these few moves can knock Qin Yu to the ground.

There is no way, Qin Yu and him are completely different from each other.

Unless Qin Yu can break through the energy, he may barely be able to fight.

Boom!

"Haha, yes, yes!"

Miyamoto became more and more excited as he struck with the knife, and his fists and Qing Yi's palms kept colliding together.

"Lie down!"

Tsing Yi's posture is very relaxed, his arms are slender, like a flexible ape, and he rests his palm on Miyamoto's chin.

"Deng Deng."

Miyamoto took a few steps back, moved his jaw, and then said with a smile: "Your boxing and kicking skills are already among the best among Chinese masters. However, what I am good at is weapons!"

stab
  After Miyamoto finished speaking, he slowly pulled out two sharp samurai swords.

"Then use all your skills!"

After Qing Yi gained the upper hand, his expression became even colder and arrogant. However, seeing Miyamoto pull out the two swords, he also reached into his arms and took out a pair of black gloves made of an unknown material, and put them on without any hesitation.

"Let's fight, it's best if we both lose!"

Qin Yu hid in the bathroom, looked at the group of people in the villa yard through the crack in the door, and murmured in a low voice.

"I won't let you down!"

Miyamoto waved his sword with both hands, and the two swords intertwined, flashing with a faint cold light like scissors, and cut towards Qing Yi's neck.

Jingle
  Qing Yi was not a fool. He went to fight Miyamoto with his bare hands, so he put on this pair of gloves made of special materials. He slapped the back of the knife with one palm and thrust it into Miyamoto's heart with the other.

Swish!
  Miyamoto's two swords made a mistake again and turned into a chop on Qing Yi's shoulder.

If you use your bare hands against a weapon, you will suffer a certain loss. Qing Yi's face was not as cold and arrogant as before, but more solemn. Miyamoto's sword's combat power was faintly above hers, and her skin would be ripped open if she was not careful.

He stretched out his arms and swung them left and right, trying to force away Miyamoto's sword.

swish
  Miyamoto's sword was indeed sheathed, but his body moved forward and almost missed Qing Yi.

"Yan Hui!"

Miyamoto's sword turned his back to Qing Yi, but his two swords stabbed Qing Yi in the back without any hesitation.

This move is somewhat similar to the most classic back-carrying spear in Chinese martial arts.

"Miss, be careful!"

Zhao Heng and the others were all sweating for Qing Yi.

Jingle
  stab
  Qing Yi tried his best to avoid it, even grabbing the blade with both hands, but there were still two more blood grooves under his armpits and ribs.

After all, Miyamoto Itto is in his fifties. Compared to Qing Yi, he has been practicing martial arts for longer and has more combat experience.

"Yes, come together!"

Seeing that Qing Yi was injured, Zhao Heng cursed and led a group of men to rush towards Miyamoto with a knife.

"Swish."

Miyamoto was unequivocal with his swordsmanship, waving his two samurai swords continuously, bringing up pieces of blood.

"You all stand down!"

Qing Yi was so angry that he shouted loudly that if he continued to fight like this, the wealth he had worked so hard to cultivate would be emptied out.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the energy in his body continued to surge, as if there was air flowing all over his body.

"drink!"

With a low drink, he attacked Miyamoto again.

swish
  Miyamoto Itachi is right, what he is best at is actually swordsmanship. Turning around, he struck hard at Qing Yi.

Qing Yi's bare hands were unable to display his fighting power, and he accidentally got a few fresh wounds on his body.

No, no, if the fight continues like this, this girl from the capital will lose, and then her own death will come.

Qin Yu kept rolling his eyes and had to find a way to help Qing Yi.

She saw a suit hanging by her hand in the bathroom. After finding a suitable one to wear, she tore her original clothes and tied them around her face, leaving only her eyes exposed.

He pushed open the bathroom door and shouted, "Miss, let me help you!"

"Ok?"

Everyone turned around and didn't realize for a moment that this person was Qin Yu.

"watch out!"

Qin Yu was holding a belt in his hand, which he also found in the bathroom. It was estimated that someone under Qing Yi had served as a soldier. It was made of pure cowhide and was very tough.

Treating it as a whip, he slashed at Miyamoto.

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Qing Yi was also a little confused. Aren't these two rescuers brought in by Qin Yu? Why did he help him instead?
  However, now that Liang Zi has formed a knot, he has injured so many of his subordinates. If he lets this Japanese man go away like this, and if word spreads, how will he be able to hang out in the capital in the future?

Thinking of this, Qing Yi also continued to attack from the back of Miyamoto's sword.

With Qin Yu's restraint, Miyamoto's blow would not be so easy. In addition, Qing Yi's men were also ruthless, and they did not flinch even if they were injured.

For a time, Miyamoto Yi Dao was besieged by a dozen people.

Swish.
  Qin Yu was stabbed in the lower abdomen. It was not serious, but he fell to the ground clutching his lower abdomen.

"waste!"

Miyamoto Yida had only met Qin Yu once, so he really didn't associate this masked man with him.

After snorting disdainfully, he concentrated on dealing with Qing Yi.

swish
  Boom!

After Miyamoto Yida and Qing Yi fought for a while, Qing Yi suffered more and more wounds.

Kang dang
  However, Qing Yi also saw the opportunity and hit Miyamoto's wrist with a palm, making him tremble in pain, and the samurai sword fell in front of Qin Yu.

(End of this chapter)