Some foreigners were whispering, and they were also surprised that Zhang Biwu was able to save his life under Weidell's two attacks, which was a miracle. Of course, few of them could see Weidell's sword clearly.

Norreti sighed in his heart: "If it were me, the first sword would have been defeated! Widell's swordsmanship is getting higher and higher! It is much higher than before! This speed is so terrible! I didn't expect his swordsmanship to improve so quickly! I'm afraid he can take up more than just the top ten, top five, and top three positions, right? What a fast sword!"

Zhu Kezhen looked at the battle and thought to herself: "Zhang Biwu is far better than I thought! I thought the possibility of him winning was almost 0, but now I am full of confidence in this kid! Zhang Biwu, let everyone see how you defeated Widell! Let these people open their dog eyes!" Zhu Kezhen was full of expectations for Zhang Biwu.

Weidell did not attack. He knew that Zhang Biwu did not dare to attack him easily, but just stood in a battle posture.

Although Widell's heart was filled with surprise of failing to kill Zhang Biwu after consecutive swords, his mouth was filled with ridicule and ridicule: "Hehe! You look sick, you are such a sick man!"

The word "sick man" stimulated Zhang Biwu! Because "sick man in East Asia" is a shameful title! Then it was said by the British, Wedell, which made Zhang Biwu know that he was a Chinese! He must win! Abandon the shameful title of "sick man"!

Weidell shouted, "Die! Sick man!" Before he finished speaking, the sword had already come out! It was obvious that what Weidell wanted was that the words fell and Zhang Biwu's head fell!

The word "sick man!" is the most exciting! We are by no means sick husbands in East Asia! Dignity is produced! If you lose, there is no dignity. Only victory can you win respect! Only dignity can you have dignity!

With such a strong thought, Zhang Biwu's sword dance swirled. Wedell couldn't see when Zhang Biwu's sword moved. With a "clang" sound, the thin sword was blocked! He was blocked by the long sword when he was about to stab Zhang Biwu's throat!

Weddle kept retreating, his hands were shaking, and he grabbed them very tightly, so the sword did not escape.

"What! What!" The onlookers exclaimed. They couldn't believe that Zhang Biwu could still block Widell's sword!

Weidell looked at Zhang Biwu again. Zhang Biwu's face was covered with infinite anger. Weidell's words just now angered him! Blood was flowing on both sides of Zhang Biwu's cheeks, making him look like a ghost, a god who was about to devour the evil!

Widell seemed to be crazy, and he slammed out a few times, and the sword was stabbed very quickly. As if so, Zhang Biwu seemed to be covered by a sword net. He had nowhere to live, and he must have been stabbed dozens of blood holes!

Things went against my wishes. The sound of "Clang! Clang!" was heard, and then, Weidell saw blood on his sword. He was unhappy. He thought that it was his sword that stabbed Zhang Biwu, so that there would be blood.

Widell saw the shadow of his sword in Zhang Biwu's eyes, and he did not see clearly how he set out the sword from Zhang Biwu's eyes. Since he couldn't see it, it was reasonable for Zhang Biwu to be killed.

No! Not! It's not! It's Zhang Biwu moving his footsteps, and blood flowed out of his injured cheek, and it happened that the blood dripped on the thin sword that was making shadows beside him.

At this time, the long sword was pressing hard. With a "kneel" sound, the thin sword came out! Widell's quick attack was disintegrated! His sword was knocked away! He was in danger!

With a "swoosh", the sword slashed at his head! This sword could cut off Widell's head!

"No! Zhang Biwu! Stop!" Zhu Kezhen screamed! Zhu Kezhen knew that although the sword was not eye-catching, if he could not kill Weidel, he would show China's magnanimity. Zhu Kezhen had no choice but to pray that Zhang Biwu would not harm Weidel's life. If he was injured, what should he do? He had to think of a way to deal with it.

Weidell couldn't figure it out: "Zhang Biwu, I clearly saw the images reflected in your eyes, but I didn't see me slashing my sword! I also thought that one sword could lead to you, why did I lose?"

A roar on the ground made people look at it. "Because I am Chinese!" I wonder if Zhang Biwu had insight into the question in Weidell's heart, but he roared out this sound! Magnificent! It was like a sudden descending god! This is the answer!

"Because I am Chinese!" This was like a thunder thunder that exploded on the heads of these foreigners, and it was also a warning to them that China must not be deceived since ancient times!

Every foreigner had a look of fear on his face. They did not dare to see Zhang Biwu, and even didn't care about Weidel's life and death. They were afraid that when they saw Zhang Biwu, they would be afraid that they would be guilty. So, there were many people who were trembling.

Weidell didn't dare to show his anger, he had to wait for death. But Weidell's mind was still turning: "Is it because he is the pride of the Chinese that he defeated me? Did he create miracles? He was honored for the country? But I also fought for the honor of England! Why did I lose?" This is something Weidell couldn't figure out.

The sword landed on Widdle's shoulder and pressed against Widdle's neck, but a trace of blood was pressed out, and it did not continue. As long as it went down a little further, Widdle's life would be explained.

When Zhu Kezhen saw that Zhang Biwu did not kill Weidell, he smiled with peace of mind.

Zhang Biwu glared at Weidell. As soon as Weidell was shot on Zhang Biwu's fierce gaze, he couldn't bear it anymore. Moreover, the cold light of the sword was reflected in his eyes. Doesn't this mean that as long as he exerts force, his head would roll off his neck?

His heart was as if he was hammered by a sledgehammer. The last blow was just now that Zhang Biwu looked like a god: "Because I am Chinese!"

In addition, Zhang Biwu's last warning: "Remember! Those who dare to offend China will be punished even if they are far away!"

This time, Weidell could no longer bear it. With a "bang", his feet became weak, and he surrendered! He knelt down!

This scene was so shocking that his chin was hanging down to the deck! The fierce and fighting desperate person was so scared that he knelt down?

With a "bang", the sword was thrown to the ground. Zhang Biwu walked towards Zhu Kezhen, then clasped his fists and said, "General Zhu, I'll report to the soldier!"

Zhu Kezhen smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay! OK!" He then clasped his fists at everyone and said, "Everyone! I, a soldier, are just ignorant! Alas! People who are incompetent like him love to do whatever they want! If they were among my other soldiers, soldiers like him would not dare to show off at all! Because his ability is too bad compared to other soldiers!"

These words were a demonstration! Everyone looked at each other in front of each other when they heard this, and no one dared to speak out.
Chapter completed!