In the quiet night, only the sound of "stampeding" could be heard.

Matsumoto Hirata held the knife in both hands, and his body was moving rapidly, and for a while the speed had reached the limit, if it were not for the obstruction of the smoke, in the eyes of the ordinary naked eye, only a dark shadow could be seen.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and the killing blow had been quietly brewing.

Seeing that the smoke was about to disappear and the time to do it was quietly approaching, Matsumoto Hirata's eyes were even more hideous, with a cold killing intent.

The next moment, Matsumoto Hirata finally chose to make a move, and kept approaching inward circle by circle, and in an instant, the body suddenly stopped, and then jumped high, the long knife in his hand was raised above his head, with the momentum of cutting everything, a knife has been slashed towards the center area that was originally locked.

But in the next moment, Matsumoto Hirata's expression changed greatly, the imaginary scene of blood drenched and the young man being split in half by his own knife did not appear, and the knife actually cut into the air, and even the breath of the other party that was originally locked disappeared strangely, and the place where the long knife went was empty.

The horror in his heart can be imagined, Matsumoto Hirata is a swordsman, such a trick will not be used easily, and every time he uses it, the other party will be killed, and at this moment, not only did he not succeed, but even the other party was in his sight, how could he be calm.

Holding a long knife in his hand, his eyes carefully patrolled around, everything seemed so weird, there was no sound in the air except for the chirping of silkworms, and the surrounding smoke quietly dissipated under the night breeze, but still could not find the breath that had disappeared.

A sense of danger suddenly appeared behind him, and Matsumoto Hirata only felt a chill down his spine.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around and swung his long knife towards the source of danger as best he could.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, and sure enough, he successfully parried the other party's sneak attack, but found that the other party was not the man just now.

A woman, a delicate dagger in her hand with a dangerous light, if he hadn't reacted in time just now, Matsumoto Hirata was completely convinced that as long as he hesitated a little, this dagger would have plunged into his heart from behind the next moment.

Purple hair and cold eyes, the woman's eyes were extremely cold and angry, there was not much expression, and her eyes were coldly locked on the man with the knife, even so, but that moving face couldn't help but make Matsumoto Hirata breathe quietly.

He knew this woman, and it was also his goal today, this woman did not appear when he fought with the young man, but now she appeared here, and the man disappeared, and his body unconsciously tensed up, preventing the next moment from a surprise attack from other directions.

Phantom Enchantress, killing invisible.

Matsumoto Hirata, as the second master of the underworld, of course knows the legend of the Phantom Enchantress, and even knows that this is the two women he is talking about, and at the moment there is only one in front of him, so what about the other one?

The atmosphere of the scene made Matsumoto Hirata have an invisible pressure for the first time in an instant, not heavy, but clearly able to understand that it was a kind of fear of the unknown.

Knowing that there must be three people around at this moment, but there is only one in front of him, and the other two will not stand idly by, they must be hiding in some unknown corner at this moment and peeping secretly, looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

The other party is a killer, and he will never fight head-on with people, even if Matsumoto Hirata has enough confidence in his strength, he has to be careful at the moment, even if the strength is far superior, but if you want to deal with the killer, you have to be careful enough, because the other party can use unexpected means to take people's lives in the case of a disparity in strength, which is the most terrifying thing about the killer.

Not to mention that he had already seen the young man's methods just now, it was really strong, and he had never even encountered such a powerful existence in the younger generation, even Charles, the only son of the Lion King, was slightly inferior in comparison.

Feng Mei's attack didn't stop much, since the man in front of him wanted to kill the young master, no matter how strong he was, he had to die.

The graceful figure was carrying a strong killing intent at the moment, a touch of blood flashed in her eyes, which was a precursor to her anger, and she stared at the man in front of her without any expression on her face, and there was only endless killing left in the woman's heart at this moment.

The wind moved, the speed was fast, and the dagger in his hand was like a beast that chose to eat people, and urgently needed to kill people and drink blood, and the target was Matsumoto Hirata's neck, which was the most vulnerable place for people, and it was also the best choice for taking people's lives.

Matsumoto Hirata showed disdain on his face, although the Phantom Enchantress was terrifying, but after all, it was only the fifth existence on the killer list, not to mention that now it was not two people, but only her, and her strength would be greatly reduced.

The long knife in his hand did not bring the slightest sound, Matsumoto Hirata stood on the spot and the long knife in his hand had already risen straight up, although the woman was very beautiful, it was a little reluctant to kill it like this, but today's task is here, even if I can't bear it, but I have to die.

Feng Mei is not afraid at all, even if the other party is a strong person on the god list, she needs to fight to the death, at this moment, the killing qi is full of her body, and even the means she takes are completely life-threatening.

The dagger and the long knife were handed over again, and the piercing sound was heard far away. Fortunately, there is no one else living around, otherwise such a scene would have been seen by others, and someone would have chosen to call the police.

Feng Mei's mouth couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, even if the momentum was not weak, but after all, the other party was a super strong person on the god list, even if she was desperate for herself, she was not an opponent after all.

Matsumoto Hirata had already chosen to bully him before retreating, but he secretly said that it was a pity, the long knife in his hand had been raised, facing the woman's snow-white neck, and the next moment he was going to kill this woman to prevent future troubles.

In the darkness at the moment, it seemed to be slightly distorted, and at some point, there seemed to be an abrupt and abrupt figure in the air, the same beautiful figure, the same cold temperament, the same beautiful face, and even Matsumoto Hirata didn't see clearly how this woman appeared, so he quietly appeared in front of him to block the rhythm of his continued attack, and there was a cold glow flashing in his hand, and Matsumoto Hirata could see at a glance that it was fangs.

Kazekage raised his snow-white wrist and parried Matsumoto Hirata's long knife just as it was about to land on his sister's body.

Suddenly, Matsumoto Hirata was forced to retreat by this woman who suddenly appeared, and his eyes were not surprised, but more of a hideous smile: "Since all the phantom enchantresses have appeared, then obediently hand over your little life now." He licked his lips gently, with a hint of lewdness on his face.

As a citizen of the Yamato nation, seeing a woman if he is not tempted can only mean that his bloodline is not pure enough, Matsumoto Hirata thinks that he is the most noble citizen of the Yamato nation, how can he not be interested in beautiful women, but at this moment it is destined that he cannot have these two superb beauties, in this case, it is also a thing to be excited about destroying them.

The two sisters didn't speak from beginning to end, their eyes looked directly at their opponents, and they continued to attack the man who wanted to kill the young master, this time with a stronger murderous aura.

Matsumoto Hirata saw the reaction of the two women, his face was full of wild smiles, and the long knife in his hand was waved, welcoming the raindrops of attack from the two women, but he didn't seem so nervous, the other party was a killer, this kind of fight itself was not what they were good at, not to mention that there would be a certain gap in strength.

The cooperation of the two sisters is seamless, from the initial tentative attack, to the end of the desperate effort, although the effect is not great, but it will not make Matsumoto Hirata so easy.

Feng Mei's methods are sharp, and every move carries boundless killing intent, and her chest, neck, and eyes are all her targets.

Although it's a sister, the Wind Shadow's offensive methods are very different from the Wind Charm, what she is best at is assassination, at the moment it's more about interfering on the side, or to resolve the crisis, knowing that her sister has fallen into a state of rage, at the moment it's completely desperate for her life, several times the Japanese man's long knife almost hurt her, and the Wind Shadow used the fangs in her hand to resolve them one by one.

This kind of cooperation between the two sisters is unparalleled in the world.

No matter what two other people are, there will never be such a perfect spiritual bond between two women, so there will be more or less loopholes in the cooperation.

And for the wind charm and the wind shadow, it is flawless, and even makes Matsumoto Hirata have a feeling that facing two women, it is completely like fighting with a person, from the initial relaxation, and gradually I feel a pressure gradually increasing.

One is responsible for offense, the other is responsible for defense, in the face of such a combination, Matsumoto Hirata's heart is even more dignified, even if the two sisters cooperate no matter how much they can't defeat him, but they understand that they must fight quickly, after all, the Lion King's side is still holding back that perverted old guy, once Feng Feiyang gets out of the Lion King's containment and rushes back, even if he is the eighth on the god list, he will be finished.

The long knife quickly crossed an arc in front of him, successfully forcing back the two women, and the next moment the body jumped up, and the long knife slashed towards the purple-haired woman from top to bottom, following the direction where the body fell.

A fierce with a strong killing intent of decisiveness, for the enemy, even if it is a beautiful woman, as Japan's No. 1 kendo master, Matsumoto Hirata categorically feels pity in his heart, but he will not pity the jade, since he is the enemy, he will kill it!

When he retreated, he already felt locked by a burst of momentum, and the blood in his eyes was thicker, but his movements were unexpected, and he didn't try to dodge, but instead faced the other party's knife, and the dagger in his hand was raised, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity of the opponent's knife to stab Matsumoto Hirata's arm.

In this way, maybe Matsumoto Hirata will be affected by the interference and the killing move will not be able to kill this woman as expected, but the wind charm is injured.

This woman was completely desperate, the Wind Shadow was forced to take a few steps back, the sisters had already broken away from the original formation, and a frightened look finally appeared on the Wind Shadow's face, she could foresee what would happen if the next moment, and rushed desperately to stop it, but it was too late......

Matsumoto Hirata is also aware of this woman's purpose, but how can his killing move be cracked by ordinary people, this woman is still too young after all, and if she wants to use such means to fight with herself, she must have enough strength.

Suddenly, Matsumoto Hirata felt that a cold aura was firmly locked behind him, and that feeling suddenly made his body stiffen, as if he was locked by a highly venomous snake, and even smelled a breath called death.

The next moment, he suddenly retracted, and the maximum arc of his body deviated from the original trajectory, and a cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead.

Although Matsumoto Hirata has been dealing with the attacks of two women, he has always prevented the young man who suddenly disappeared, he is his biggest threat, although he is nowhere to be seen, but he does not believe that he has escaped, and at this moment he has reappeared, and from the breath behind him, it can be clearly determined that the person who came is the young man just now, the heir of the Emperor of Killers.

In the face of such a situation, unless Matsumoto Hirata wanted to fight with his life, he believed without doubt that at the same time that he killed the beautiful woman in front of him with a knife, the breath behind him would not hesitate to take his life.

Matsumoto Hirata is not crazy, he cherishes his life very much, he will definitely not do such a deal, the only choice is to give up the blow that he was originally determined to get, and use the fastest speed to get out of the lock of the other party's breath, but there is a thick shock in his voice, not because of the appearance of the other party, but he has not even noticed the trace of the other party until now, and now he feels this breath, he understands that the young man has always been nearby, and has been looking for an opportunity to start, but he has no chance.

Matsumoto Hirata gave up the attack, but it didn't mean that Feng Mei could give up, the dagger in his hand still slashed towards Matsumoto Hirata's forearm, and the blade in his hand cut straight up through the gap between his deviation from his body.

"Uh......"

With a muffled snort, although Matsumoto Hirata dodged the attack from behind, he couldn't take care of it both before and after, and he was accidentally hit by the dagger of the wind charm on the forearm of his right hand, and a feeling of pain struck, and the long knife in his hand actually took out of his hand, and his body retreated a few steps, and his eyes were full of horror.

Qin Feng didn't know when he appeared beside the two women, the blood feathers between his fingers had a cold glow, and there was even more anger in his eyes, staring at the short middle-aged man in front of him, with a majestic killing intent, if he hadn't made a move at a critical time just now, Qin Feng had no doubt that the current Feng Mei had been seriously injured or even killed.

The long knife detached from Matsumoto Hirata's hand, with an arc, and fell straight at Qin Feng's feet, in Matsumoto Hirata's angry gaze, Qin Feng bent down and slowly picked it up, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and flicked his fingers lightly, the crisp sound with a melodious trill, and the blade trembled slightly.

"It is worthy of being a national weapon, and it is really a good knife. The corners of Qin Feng's mouth slightly hooked up a smile, looking at Matsumoto Hirata in front of him, but the killing intent did not retreat at all.

Matsumoto Hirata's face changed greatly, he no longer thought that the sudden change would let the weapon he carried out his hand, as a kendo master, the long sword he carried with him was his life, and the serious consequences of losing the sword at this moment were tantamount to losing an arm, and his strength would be greatly reduced, and his Tianyun Cong Sword was in the hands of the young man on the other side at the moment, and the sudden change was as indifferent as Matsumoto Hirata was also a pig's liver color at the moment.

"Give me back the sword!" Matsumoto Hirata's eyes breathed fire, this sword is the highest honor bestowed on him by the Japanese emperor, not to mention that it has been held in his hands for many years, except for killing, it will not give people a look at it at all, and now it has fallen into the hands of the enemy, how can he bear such humiliation.

The samurai's loss of the sword is the biggest humiliation in itself, and Matsumoto Hirata, as the number one swordsman in Japan, fell the sword into the hands of the enemy at this moment, and the feeling of humiliation surged all over his body in an instant, and he stared at Qin Feng with gritted teeth, full of anger.

"A sword? It's clearly a sword...... But it's not bad, I'll keep it for you, if you want it, it's up to you to take it back. Qin Feng said leisurely, with a thick banter and ridicule in his eyes, of course he knew what it meant for Matsumoto Hirata to lose his sword, and saying this was tantamount to spating salt on this guy's wound.

For Qin Feng, Matsumoto Hirata's swordsmanship undoubtedly made him feel a strong threat, and at this moment, the sword in the hands of a swordsman had fallen into his hands, and at this moment, Matsumoto Hirata no longer had the threat just now in Qin Feng's eyes.

A deep wound on the wrist that can be seen to the bone, blood is constantly gushing out, but Matsumoto Hirata can't care about it anymore, at this moment he not only wants to kill these people, but also to regain his weapon, which is his thing, but also the treasure of the Yamato nation, and now it has fallen into the hands of a Shina person, if he does not take it back, then he is undoubtedly a sinner of the nation.

As he spoke, Matsumoto Hirata came straight to Qin Feng with full of anger, like a beast, without any scruples, and only one belief in his heart, kill this person, and then take back his own things.

The blood feather has been withdrawn, facing the opponent without a weapon, Qin Feng disdains to kill him with the blood feather, at this moment, there is such a long sword in his hand, and he wants to try the edge, using this weapon that the Japanese are most proud of to deal with him, it is very interesting to think about it.

Feng Mei saw that Matsumoto Hirata had rushed over, and his eyes were sharp, and he was ready to meet him.

Qin Feng turned his head abruptly, his eyes glared at the woman beside him, and his expression was stern.

Feng Mei was suddenly glared at by the young master like this, and her heart was suffocated, she had never seen the young master's kind of eyes, and her heart was flustered for a while, standing in place, her mind was blank, and her eyes were at a loss, she didn't know what she had done wrong, she could clearly feel the young master's emotions, even if the blade facing Matsumoto Hirata just now was calm and abnormal, but at this moment it was completely panicked.

Looking at the reaction of the woman around him, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel distressed in his heart, but at this time, he didn't pay too much attention to it, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, staring at the oncoming Matsumoto Hirata with his bare hands, the long knife in his hand pulled a knife flower, and he also greeted it.

A swordsman who has lost his weapon is always the most unthreatening enemy, just like a tiger without teeth, he is not to be feared, even if he is the eighth on the god list, he has become half a waste at this moment, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth hooked up a touch of disdain, and he sneered, but the long knife in his hand has already approached Matsumoto Hirata's famous family, let a swordsman die under his own sword, a good ending......