Ivan was carried down. Although the old man Changchun and Pili Bodhisattva hurriedly shouted "Show mercy", Long Da still "lightly" knocked Ivan's right leg without hesitation.

So everyone heard the sound of bones shattering.

So Ivan was the second killer to faint after the gentleman.

Moreover, the bones of the whole leg were broken. According to the medical staff on site, the legs were useless and I guess they would spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair.

"Sorry, he wants to kick me, and he doubts my strength." Long Da scratched his head embarrassedly. "Uncle Changchun, Uncle Pili, it's me that's bad, I'll pay attention later."

Pili Bodhisattva smiled unanimously:

"Mr. Hattori Hanzo, you just said you would challenge Ryuda. Give you this opportunity, you can go on stage."

Hattori Han hid in the ring and faced Long Da. He looked at the glass and steel pipe frame on one side again, then looked at Long Da's figure and small hands, and shook his head.

"Mr. Long, although you broke the glass, bent the steel pipe, and even broke the leg of Mr. Ivan, I still suspect that there is an article here. I have a sword here. If you can break it, I will give in."

As he spoke, Hanzo took out a soft sword from his abdomen:

"Mr. Long Da, this is a sword that has been circulated in our family for more than 600 years. The casting technology has been lost. However, according to the Long Kingdom, this sword is cut like mud and is a legendary magic weapon. Can you break it?"

Seeing Hanzo pulling out a soft sword from his abdomen, the old man Changchun stood up:

"Good sword, it's indeed a good sword. If this sword is valued, it's a priceless treasure. Mr. Hattori Hanzo, if Ryuda broke your sword, the loss would be too great, and it would probably be difficult for you to explain to the family."

"It doesn't matter. As long as Long Dakkang my sword, I think he is a master. Otherwise, you Long Guo people are liars, using all kinds of hell tricks to fool our masters from various countries."

"Scammer?" Old Man Changchun sneered, "Do you think we, the Long people, will win with low-level tricks like you? Since you are rude, then okay, if Long Da smashes your sword, you will leave this sword, which is considered an apology just now. Do you think it's OK?"

Hattori Hanzo pondered for a moment:

"Sir, you can, but I want to take this sword and let Mr. Long knock it. I'm not worried that others will hold the sword. I'm worried that there will be any conspiracy."

"Okay, you just need to hold the sword, but if you lose, the sword must be left behind." The old man Changchun turned to Long Da:

"Don't break the middle. The toughness of this sword is very terrible. After all, it is a divine weapon. It is very difficult to bend. Even if it is bent, it can return to normal. If you use internal force to knock down its sword tip, it will not affect the use, but it will also allow this divine weapon to play its value. If you break the divine weapon, the sword will be given to you. Remember to use three layers of internal force."

When Long Yi heard the promise of the old man Changchun, he quickly shouted: "No, why give it to him? Then I want it too."

Pili Bodhisattva coughed gently:

"Mr. Hattori Hanzo, Ryuda, you two are ready, one holds a sword and the other strikes a sword, let everyone present see the Dragon Kingdom's unique skills of knocking on the mountain and shaking tigers."

Hattori Hanzo followed the sword-taking posture of the Dongyang Kingdom, and made an oblique chopping action. He nodded to Longda:

"Old Master Long, you can take action."

Long Da put away his playful expression, a little solemn. You should know what the "three layers of internal force" represents in his family and himself. Even if he really faces a giant elephant or duel with a shark in the sea, he only uses one or two layers of internal force.

As for knocking on the glass and steel pipe just now, it was just a game for me, and I couldn't use a few layers of internal force at all. Only when my father, who was like my god, would he use three layers of internal force. Of course, I just had just refined the third layer of internal force, but from this point of view, the eyes of the old man Changchun were really vicious.

Ryuda's expression became serious, and there were not many people in the distance. The ninja feeling was keen after all. Hanzo Hattori felt that there seemed to be an extra beast beside him, and he felt a sense of trembling from the soul.

"Let the sword lower, or I can't even reach it." Long Da debugged his posture for a while. "You lower it, I'm going to start."

Hattori Hanzo lowered the sword a little, and when he looked at the sword right in front of Ryuda, he suddenly had a bad idea in his heart. Of course, this idea was very bold. Once he succeeded, he was facing the ancestor of the Dragon Kingdom. However, he had become a prisoner. What else could he not sacrifice?

But just when a bad idea arose in his mind, Long Da glanced at him, and this glance seemed to see through all his thoughts and the little bit of him.

"Uncle Changchun, this person wants to kill me," Long Da shouted. "Do you think I want to destroy him?"

"Oh, with me here, who dares to do it?" The old man Changchun suddenly became serious. "Mr. Hattori Hanzo, you and I have a solemn promise. If you dare to hurt Long Da's hair, your family, and even most of the Eastern countries will be buried with you, you must consider it clearly."

The voice of the old man Changchun was like a needle, entering Hattori Hanzo's mind. There was a mysterious power that seemed to be controlling his own thinking. The murderous intent that had just risen instantly disappeared.

What's even more terrifying is that I'm a little dizzy, my body's strength seems to be out of control, and there are signs of unconsciousness in various parts of my body.

Long Da snorted again:

"Uncle Changchun, don't worry, just rely on him, he still has a level of being in the human world, and he can't hurt me."

Hattori Hanzo felt his body recovering a little. He looked at Long Da who was close to him stretching out his left hand to grasp the tip of the sword, and his right hand was still clenched into a fist. But what Hattori Hanzo could not have imagined was that Long Da's hand was half a circle larger than before, and his slender hand just now had become a little thicker.

The speed of the attack was much faster than hitting the glass or steel pipes. It was like a lightning bolt slashing at the tip of the sword, and more than one. With the sound of Long Da making a "huh", Long Da hit the tip of the sword three times in a row. Of course, the three strikes ended less than two seconds.

Then, the sword tip of the Hattori family, known as a national treasure, has been passed down for more than 600 years. The invincible "Ruoshui Sword" broke about three centimeters.

The sound of the sword tip falling to the ground was very pleasant, but it sounded like a hell demon to Hattori Hanzo's ears.

I finally asked for this sword to protect myself, and the sword was connected to my bloodline through the family's old man. If this was not the case, the sword would not be allowed to be brought out easily. Now that the sword was broken, Hattori Hanzo also spit out a mouthful of blood and immediately fell into a semi-crazy state:

"You little thief, I'm going to kill you. You broke my sword and I want you to die."

Without hesitation, he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at Long Da.

Both the old man Changchun and Pili Bodhisattva changed their expressions, especially the old man Changchun, who had already arrived on the ring at a speed faster than lightning. At this time, the sword was less than five centimeters long and the old man Changchun grabbed the sword body. At this time, the dragon's hand was only a few centimeters away from the sword body. Seeing that the sword was held by the old man Changchun, he stopped there and did not bounce it any further.

The old man Changchun kicked Hattori Hanzo five meters away, holding a sword in his right hand, and pinching a sword technique with his left hand, and sliding from the head of the sword to the tail of the sword. Everyone seemed to hear a wailing sound. Hattori Hanzo, who fell on the edge of the ring like a dog, spit out half a liter of blood.

The old man Changchun handed the sword to Long Da:

"This sword belongs to you. This is a real magic weapon that needs blood feeding. I have wiped out the mark of the Hattori family. You must treat it well."

Long Da bent down and picked up the tip of the sword that he had broken:

"I used 30% of my internal force and knocked it three times before breaking it. The Eastern Kingdom also has such magical weapons, which is so powerful."

"This is not the technology of the Eastern Kingdom, this is the casting technology of our Long Kingdom." The old man Changchun touched Long Da's head. "It's a discount for you this time."

"Uncle Changchun, I want to complain to my father and say you are biased." Long Yi in the audience looked very aggrieved.
Chapter completed!