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A sword appeared out of thin air again.

Jiang Ming dodged to the left, and his right hand quickly reached out, pulling out a person from the void.

It's just a simple trick.

Even the dead soldiers of the Yin and Yang family can't learn it, so they dare to come out and show off.

A punch comes out, and I die.

Click, throat split, death.

It's just that the deceased's eyes widened, as if asking, "Why did you show me?"

Jiang Ming didn't have time to help him solve his doubts, he was very busy now.

When he killed eight people, he also had a few more scars on his body.

There is no way, suppress the gunman, he can't get out at all, this fight is aggrieved.

He didn't care about those injuries, although there were some places where he could see the bones, but he had already cultivated to the point of the muscles and bones again, and at most he could recuperate for two more days. The blood didn't flow much, he didn't know how to do advanced medical skills, and he could still do it with simple acupoint interception to stop bleeding.

That way, at least he can hold on a little longer, and the problem now is to take out the gunslingers.

There are fifteen of them, no...... There was also a master in the car, there should be sixteen people.

Jiang Ming calmly analyzed the news coming from the wind.

The four guys who can only sneak up are all killed, and there are about eight gunmen, how can we kill all the remaining people......

If only there was a gun.

But when I thought about it, I probably wouldn't use it, so I dispelled this unrealistic idea.

If I have a sword, how can I make them arrogant?

He could clearly feel the presence of the sword.

He was in the same car as the master, but he couldn't get up to it.

Otherwise......

Alas, it is useless to think too much.

Or consume it with them.

When something so big happens, the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for them.

He understands that.

The islanders know better.

They have already taken advantage of the car accident in front of them and intercepted many vehicles.

But every now and then there are one or two gunshots, and you can't always say it's an explosion.

If they can't evacuate in time, none of them will be able to leave as soon as the official Chinese military intervenes.

Chinese people have a tradition of watching lively.

If it's been a long time, they have to go around and have a look......

Can we kill them all?

Shooting civilians in such a metropolis as Minghai is something they cannot afford to bear.

Perhaps, it will explode directly into the third war.

With such a big name, they can't afford it.

The little old man who was sitting with Ding Haoran at the auction hall was kneeling respectfully in front of a 6-place cruiser at this moment.

Yoshiyong Nitta pleaded with the adults to help. ”

The doors opened.

A middle-aged man in a white samurai robe, who didn't look anything special, sat there with his eyes closed.

He had a long wooden box on his legs.

The wooden box contained the sword that Jiang Mingxin had in mind.

He caressed the wooden box.

"The sword is a good sword, but it has nothing to do with me. ”

With that, put the sword to the side.

I opened my eyes and glanced at Yoshiyoshi Nitta, who was kneeling on the ground.

"Waste. ”

The words fell, and the person disappeared into the car.

As he walked slowly towards Jiang Ming.

The people of the island were all respectfully lined up on both sides and bowed to him.

The gunmen also put their guns away, as if they didn't need them as long as he got out of the race.

Walked to the car where Jiang Ming was hiding.

Stand still.

Hold the sword.

A white light made a brilliant arc......

Not good!

Jiang Ming felt bad, and rushed to the left with all his might.

"Boom"

Three invisible sword qi followed the body like a shadow.

"Poof. ”

Jiang Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and although he was not directly hit by the domineering sword qi, he was also affected.

This time, he was not lightly injured.

"Huh. ”

The ordinary middle-aged man put away his sword and stood, looking at the young man who was hiding twenty feet away with some surprise.

Huaxia really has many outstanding people, if you give this young man another ten years, I am afraid that he will be a character like the Three Dragons and Seven Tigers.

Why is such a character always not born in my Yamato.

Jiang Ming stood up straight.

Look at the car that has been cut into three sections, and look at the middle-aged man standing with a sword.

It turns out that there are still masters in this world.

Instantaneous battle intent was raging.

If there is no opponent in the world, it will undoubtedly be painful for a person who is good at fighting and fighting.

"How many masters like you are there in the world?"

Jiang Ming asked the question he wanted to know the most.

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and the burning fighting spirit made him feel pity, and he was a good man with a strong and unyielding face.

But he's not a Yamato person, and the better he is, the more damned he is.

But before he died, he was worried, and it was his own kindness.

"At Yamato, I don't know a handful. You Huaxia should have more, but it will never be more than twenty. What else would you like to ask?"

Jiang Ming shook his head.

He was disappointed, there were so few masters, where to find them?

The middle-aged man sighed, "At your age, in another ten years, you may be able to wait with me, but it's too early to think about this." Moreover, you don't have a chance to live another ten years......"

"If I have a sword in my hand, why fight you now!"

The middle-aged man wanted to do it, but at this time, he untied his sword.

"I can borrow a sword for you. ”

He also wants to fight with the masters of the same level.

Jiang Ming shook his head, "I can't use your sword, it's better to have it than nothing." ”

He really couldn't get used to that narrow sword.

For a master of using a sword, it is better to use an inappropriate sword than to be empty-handed.

The middle-aged man sighed.

He didn't know that.

But now he didn't have time to wait for the boy to find a suitable sword.

"If there is an afterlife, remember to carry the sword with you. As a swordsman, the sword cannot be separated from one's body. ”

Jiang Ming pointed behind him.

"My sword is in your car. ”

The middle-aged man smiled dumbly, although he admired the young man, he couldn't allow him to mess around.

"Young man, Imperial Holy Sword, what does it have to do with you, don't make such nonsense jokes. ”

Jiang Ming smiled.

"That's my 'Lone Luan', it's not some bullshit holy sword, and it has nothing to do with your empire. If the sword wasn't mine, I would have nothing to do when I was really idle. ”

He said it well.

But no one believed it.

The ancient sword thousands of years ago can have a fart relationship with a guy who hasn't grown the same hair as you.

Although the person is good, it is a pity that the character is not good!

The middle-aged man took out the sword again......

Jiang Ming tried his best to dodge, the sword qi was sharp and horizontal, and it could be blocked by non-flesh and blood.

The swordsmanship of this island country is superb, and it must be a generation of heroes in ancient times.

It's just that Jiang Ming is not frustrated, and he has been dodging according to the set route.

Although more than ten cuts were cut on his body, he was getting closer to 'Guluan'.

Now it's just a leap away......

"Bang"

The gun went off.

Yoshihei Nitta held a gun in his hand and smiled darkly.

Young man, playing in front of my eyes, you are still a little tender.

Jiang Ming fell heavily to the ground, looked at the car only two or three meters away, and then turned his head to look at the bloody hole in his leg that had been pierced by a bullet......

Falling short!

Are you really going to die here today?

"Buzz!"

"Bump!"

The crate is shattered!

Sword out!