Weidell smiled again and said, "What do you mean by Chinese martial arts? You have to admit defeat when you come to our swordsmanship now!"

Zhang Biwu looked at the sword shaking around his neck, and Weidell did not stab him. This was a demonstration and a humiliation, and he wanted to repay the shame. Now Zhang Biwu is not only embarrassing himself, but also China is also embarrassing! He represents China!

You can't lose! This is Zhang Biwu's belief! Because it is related to the honor of the motherland! It's not just for yourself!

"Oh!" Zhu Kezhen sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. He was still watching, and he could only hope that the miracle would happen. If he lost, would he have to save Zhang Biwu? Zhu Kezhen was measuring.

Terry said to Delis proudly: "Delise, I have said that it is very easy for the Commander-in-Chief to kill Zhang Biwu! It's just that now I want to play with him and want to regain my face for the British Empire, so I can save him a life!"

Delis was full of worries. She knew that when Weidell was serious, it would be Zhang Biwu's death!

At this time, someone ridiculed his voice: "Don't you often say that Chinese martial arts are very powerful? Why are you defeated so miserably when you encounter swordsmanship? You don't even have the power to fight back!" Some people also agreed: "That's it! That's it! It's so bad!"

When Zhang Biwu heard this, a fire of namelessness rose in his heart. He insisted on letting the gossip slap himself! He must win!

Weidell protested and said, "I will be seriously injured next time! You can wait! Come!" Zhang Biwu still looked at Lai Jian with his eyes wide open.

With a "swoosh", I saw the sword coming out and the sword coming. But before I could react, I was hit hard!

As soon as he pulled it out, blood spurted out! Zhang Biwu couldn't help but cover the wound, and his body leaned down. He looked at Weidell. Weidell smiled and said, "Boy, how are you?"

The others were also laughing at Weddle playing with Zhang Biwu. They were all talking about what kind of outcome would Zhang Biwu have. No one shouted out: "Kill him! Slowly torture him to death!"

Terry turned to the worried Delis with pride: "How is it! This kid must have been stabbed by the commander-in-chief with hundreds of swords and was slowly tortured to death! Haha! Look at him being arrogant!"

Delis looked down on Terry even more when she looked at Terry who was gloating! Delis wanted to speak out, but she knew that she could not speak out in this situation!

What Noreti was thinking about was how he would report to the Guangdong authorities after Zhang Biwu was killed so that the Ming Dynasty would not blame him.

Zhang Biwu was thinking: "Dongsheng! What should I do? I really can't see his sword clearly! His sword is too fast! What should I do? Huaiyu, what should I do? I have said this, I want to go back to see you! Huaiyu!"

Widdle was not in a hurry to attack, but wanted to slowly play with Zhang Biwu. In addition, he had to vent his anger, so he shouted: "This time it's your feet! Look, kneel down for me! Kneel down to my Great British Army flag!" This is also a kind of demonstration.

Zhang Biwu was so angry when he heard this! A seven-foot man had gold under his knees, and knelt down from the sky and the ground, and kneeled down from the middle to the parents and the people! How could he kneel down from robbers and foreign aggression?

"I want to see his sword!" Zhang Biwu's heart was shouting! Wedell set out his sword! He was also as fast as lightning!

I saw it! I saw his sword stabbing his left foot! Zhang Biwu's left foot moved quickly at the same time! With a "swoosh", the thin sword just cut off Zhang Biwu's left pants, and did not stab into Zhang Biwu's left foot as Widell said, making Zhang Biwu kneel down.

"What?" Weidell was surprised, and he knew how to withdraw the sword quickly. Otherwise, Zhang Biwu's sword would dive as well. His thin sword could not touch the opponent's big sword, so he would suffer a great loss! Originally, the thin sword relied on speed and skills to win.

It was still slow to withdraw. With a "clang" sound, the two swords intersected and sparked. Fortunately, Weidell could still hold the sword tightly and did not let the sword escape. His hand came back quickly. He looked at Zhang Biwu and thought to himself: "Can he see the speed of my sword drawing? Impossible?"

But when he saw the shaking sword, he knew that this was not fake! What he said just now has become a joke! It made Weidell feel even more embarrassed!

This time, although his pants were cut, his feet were not injured! Give Zhang Biwu great confidence! He must win!

Zhang Biwu had only this idea! Zhang Biwu focused on staring at Weidell's sword. Weidell failed to succeed in a blow just now, so he was very angry, so this time, he held his breath and insisted on killing Zhang Biwu!

"Swoosh" the sword stabbed with a huge momentum, just like a gust of wind blew in front of Zhang Biwu. This gust of wind was enough to kill people! Zhang Biwu's hair was blowing.

The sword is fast! Zhang Biwu just saw the sword attacking, and the sword came in the same way! "Must win!" Zhang Biwu's belief in his heart was very strong, but it was useless to be strong! His eyes really couldn't keep up with the speed of the opponent's sword drawing!

The sword eye was about to stab a blood hole in Zhang Biwu's head. Zhang Biwu didn't know if he had hallucinations again, but he seemed to hear Qin Dongsheng calling him: "Biwu!"

Zhang Biwu turned his head and saw Qin Dongsheng smiling at him. Not only that, but also the soldier who had not had time to leave his name on the arrow tower before, who had beaten the drums behind him and blocked the arrows for him!

"Drink!" Zhang Biwu's sword moved. Of course, Weidel's sword also passed through his left cheek, leaving a scar on his left cheek.

The sword that Zhang Biwu returned did not hit the sword. The sword was quickly recycled. If he didn't hurry up, Weidell's hand would be cut off.

Weidell smiled and said, "Zhang Biwu, your sword could hit me just now, but by chance. Do you think the goddess of luck always favors you? It's impossible! Just wait for me to kill you! Hehe!"

As soon as Widdle finished speaking, he came with another sword, just not to give Zhang Biwu a chance to breathe. Of course, Zhang Biwu's eyes also reflected the posture of Widdle flying forward and holding a sword in his right hand and stabbing the sword forward. The sword had already arrived!

"Must win!" Zhang Biwu had only this idea in his mind, and he didn't look at it with his eyes. He expected that Widell would definitely draw his sword again!

Zhang Biwu still couldn't see Weidell's sword clearly. He responded in advance, and one sword was brushing his right cheek. Originally, Weidell planned to kill Zhang Biwu with one sword.

"What?" Widdle also exclaimed, and the people who were also shouting were also shocked. They thought that Zhang Biwu could escape to death last time, and this time it would not happen again, right? But this time, Zhang Biwu still escaped under the sword! But his right cheek was unfortunately scratched.
Chapter completed!