Be a hero in the night, take on the responsibility of guarding the safety of the city, and jump into it knowing that it is a fire pit. After all, in the fire pit, it is the lair of the bad guys.

After punishing the three bad guys, the disc monster is in no hurry to leave. I also want to know what kind of fire pit awaits me. The moment Yingzi's body swung, she clearly felt that the danger was approaching. Unexpectedly, the woman with a temptation all over her body, smiling, carrying a steel knife, slashed at herself. You should be glad for your ability to predict and avoid the key points.

However, the appearance of Yamamoto's expansion of power was somewhat unexpected. What he has done recently is obviously preparing to oppose him. Why do you want to see yourself so carefully, this situation is not like this, you want to eradicate yourself. Sure enough, Yamamoto still tried to convince him that everything was in vain. Talents are rare, not to mention that such outstanding talents cannot be used for their own use, and must be eradicated.

In the eyes of Yamamoto Kuoquan, there are only two kinds of people, useful and useless. Since they cannot be used for themselves, what is useful is useless.

Yamamoto Kugonquan held the steel knife in both hands, and with a cold light, slashed at the butterfly-faced monster leaning against the corner. There was a whirring sound, and a sharp weapon flew over and slammed into the steel knife, sending out a trace of sparks. Yamamoto slashed at the wall, and the butterfly-faced monster took the opportunity to avoid it.

The sharp weapon was bounced off by the steel knife, spun in the air, and was pulled back with a chain that jingled in the bell. Under the night sky of the half moon, in this narrow alleyway, on the wall. A black shadow squatted with his legs spread apart, one hand on his knee, and the other arm on the sharp weapon of the steel knife that had just smashed into Yamamoto's hand. A long scythe, which was held on the shoulder. The blade of the scythe was so black that the edge of the knife could not be seen, and the handle of the scythe was even darker, and he was wearing an iron chain tied to his right arm.

Yamamoto pulled out his steel knife, the tip of which was just touching the ground: "Who are you here? friend or foe?"

"Hey...... What do you say?" the shadow leaped and landed on the ground. This black shadow also wears a mask, three faces, all of which are blue-faced fanged Shura eyes, a jacket, and three steel cones on their shoulders. "Lao Tzu is a green-faced ghost, you have a big bald head, tell me whether I am an enemy or a friend?"

The 'big bald head' was disrespectful, Yamamoto had not moved yet, and Yingzi took an arrow step, and the steel knife in his hand slashed at the blue-faced ghost.

"Roar, a big beauty, do you want to entertain me?" jumped slightly, avoiding the knife. The handle of the sickle is pressed down, just stuck in the main steel knife. With his left hand forward, he gently stroked Eiko's face. "It's really comfortable, this skin can be blown and broken. ”

Yingzi didn't rush to fight back, stretched out her tongue, licked the corners of her mouth, and said charmingly: "Put down the sickle, let my sister serve you well, and I guarantee that it is more comfortable than this." ”

The blue-faced ghost shuddered, and jumped away, "It turned out to be a pornographic ghost, no wonder he was so beautiful, but he was with a bald ghost." It's hard to get away from pornography. As he spoke, he took the scythe from his shoulder, and made a long mark on the ground.

"Is it" Yingzi exuded a seductive aura all over her body and walked slowly.

"I didn't expect to have trouble when I went out, it seems that I can't avoid it, hehe......" There was no trace of ghost coldness in the words, but the last laughter was piercing cold.

The pitch-black scythe blade, stuck on the steel knife, is pulled forward by the way. The body rotated and stepped behind Yingzi. "Slap ......" slapped on the ass, "It's so elastic, I like it." ”

Yingzi had a charming smile on her face, "Your scythe is blocking others, it's better to put down the sickle, what kind of people you want, it's not a matter of your words." ”

"Yes, yes"

The scythe that pressed the steel knife was taken down and thrown on the ground. "Go, follow me, than follow the big bald head, there is passion. ”

"Really? Then you have to show it. The voice can completely paralyze a man's whole body with numbness. As he spoke, his body full of temptation leaned towards the blue-faced ghost.

The steel knife was sandwiched with cold light and stabbed over. "Ah......h

After a while, he jumped up, "Lied to you, Lao Tzu is invulnerable, Japan's broken knife." It's not enough for Lao Tzu to pick his teeth, it's like a bucket wound Lao Tzu's green-faced ghost. With his right hand pulling the chain, the scythe slashed through it with a screeching sound.

In his right hand, he grabbed the sickle, and a green shadow. Eiko didn't react, and the scythe blade rested on her neck. "It's better to try it, my sickle that inherits Chinese civilization is not as strong as your steel knife. ”

"Brother, it's so good, it's better to let the family taste the strongest part of your body. There was no trace of fear in speaking, and the scythe around the neck did not have a trace of deterrence. Turning around, he put his hands on the back of the blue-faced ghost, and his whole body had to lean up.

"yes, it's not poisonous, is it? you go and let the big bald head on the other side try it first, and then come and serve me. As he spoke, he flipped his right hand, lifted Yingzi, and threw it horizontally towards Yamamoto to expand his power.

Yamamoto Kugonquan avoided lightly, and his left hand was lifted down, bringing Yingzi to the ground.

"Brother, this is going to kick people out, we're playing" said before he stepped forward.

Yamamoto glanced at Yingzi coldly, "Stand down." Yingzi didn't dare to make a sound, and retreated to the side with some trembling.

Yamamoto looked at the blue-faced ghost who suddenly appeared and stirred up the situation, holding the steel knife in both hands, "The blue-faced ghost, why are you disrupting my affairs." ”

"Cut, you're dead, bald, and that face. The two of them must have something interesting here, and they didn't even call me. So I had to make it up on my own and have some fun. ”

"Then you know the price of having fun!" Yamamoto's eyes became unusually cold, and his right hand was already holding the steel knife. This blue-faced ghost obviously wants to oppose himself, and he is talking nonsense here. The heart of nirvana has risen here in Yamamoto's expansion of power.

One hit kills, and Yamamoto doesn't have any time to waste. Hold the steel knife with both hands, level it in front of your eyes, and slowly pull it to the right, horizontally. A pair of cold eyes, following the cold light on the blade.

"A Knife and a Flowing Water Slash"

The sound of gently flowing water flows in the roadway, and the cold light on the blade of the knife is like flowing water, flowing around non-stop. There is no pattern, there is no stop. Bypassing the flying scythe of the blue-faced ghost, the sword light as weak as flowing water all fell on his body.

With a sliced sound, Yamamoto appeared behind the blue-faced ghost, and the steel knife was still flat in front of his eyes, and he gently put it down. "That's the price of disrupting my work. ”

The green-faced ghost pulled his head down, and the scythe slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. The jacket was destroyed by this knife, and all that was destroyed was the knife edge, and there was not a trace of it intact.

", my jacket, you dead bald. Why cut my jacket, it's my favorite outfit. Oops, his grandmother hurts so much, you idiot bald, you will magnify your moves as soon as you come up. Oops, it hurts, I'll go. ”

With that, the blue-faced ghost turned around, his hands drooping, and his body arched forward. The right hand touched the cut on the body, and the blood was donated with all the hands, and it was placed at the corner of the mouth, and it was sweet with the tongue. Leaking a weird smile, "I like it, I like it, hehe......"

The right hand was raised, and the chain with the sickle flew into the hand. The backhand is down, and the scythe's sword is pierced into the ground. The scythe sparked sparks on the ground, and a cacophony echoed through the alleyway. The dark shadow skimmed, and Shura jumped up, scythe, and slashed through the air.

Yamamoto raised his right hand, and the steel knife was on top of the sickle. Spin with your backhand and want to swing the scythe. The sickle was pulled back directly by the chain, and then cut horizontally. Taking a step back, the steel knife was pierced straight into the sickle from top to bottom. A flurry of sparks. The chains swing their scythes, each time a powerful attack.

"I didn't expect to survive under my flowing water. ”

Shura jumped to the side, scythe on his shoulder, "Dead bald, you can't think of much, let Lao Tzu give you some more stimulation, just when you pay for breaking my jacket." ”

Shura held the scythe in his right hand, and his left hand slowly approached the mask on his face. In the dim light, I vaguely felt that there was a difference between the three faces on the mask. Place your left hand on the mask and slide it to the left to sweep the right side of your face. It's like a grinning Shura, although he is laughing, but those two long fangs always remind him of his terribleness.

"Hey......hey" The scariest laugh of the night echoed in this alleyway.

The alley was filled with a furious and terrifying aura, and Shura leapt to his feet, his scythe cutting through the air, a stream of air. There are some changes in the face of Yamamoto's expansion. "It's even more violent, and it seems that the city can't be underestimated. ”

Yamamoto held the knife in both hands and roared, the clothes on his upper body shattered, leaking out the muscles that were hard into the steel, and the surroundings suddenly became cold. The air that was originally driven by Shura's scythe was frozen in an instant, and there was no trace of fluctuation.

Yingzi retreated far away, not daring to approach, he hadn't seen it for a long time, Mr. Yamamoto was so serious. The outbreak of such cold air is like trying to eat the opponent alive. It seems that this blue-faced ghost Shura just now is just playing with himself, otherwise he would have become a ghost under the sickle, and he couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat.

Shura didn't care about this, jumped up and waved the scythe in his hand. Shura, who laughs, has only prey in his eyes, only death. Compared to the expressionless Shura, the horror is more than double.

The scythe swung wildly, and the ground had been cut by the scythe. It's all offensive, and there's no retreat. Shura, who laughs, is even crazier and more terrifying.

Yamamoto is really a very powerful Japanese samurai, every time the steel knife swings, it can block the sickle just right, and it can, without the strength to retract, ready to catch the next attack at any time.

Yamamoto Kuanquan thought that he could block all of Shura's attacks, and if this continued, the opponent would not slowly become depressed. I think that no matter how crazy I am, I can't beat my opponent. The attack will get weaker and weaker, and finally give up. This time he was wrong, Shura is a ghost who easily loses fighting spirit, and the more difficult the opponent to attack, the more excited he is. The speed at which the scythe is swung has become faster, and the strength of the scythe has increased. It's just crazy attacks, without any offensive routines.

Yamamoto has been passively defending, and it feels more and more wrong, and it seems that he has to change his way of fighting. The steel knife on his right hand suddenly went horizontal, the cold light flowed, and a trace of breath wandered out.

"A Knife Flowing Cold Light Slash"

The cold light flies and the cold air flows. Shura was still laughing loudly, and the scythe was standing beside him. Suddenly moved, and the scythe wind flew at great speed, holding the rigidity of the sickle. There were no big fluctuations in the collision on Yamamoto's expansion of power, but the cold in the air was even lower.

Yamamoto stood still and didn't move, while Shura took two steps back.

Shura smiled hesitantly, and once again rested his left hand on the mask. Turn to the right and return to a face that has no expression, only fear. The left hand is not moving, but is off the mask, not moving the mask to the left.

"I didn't expect this big bald man with no hair, so difficult to beat, and Shura who can laugh has never cut you. Big bald, why don't you come and watch the door to my house?"

Yamamoto frowned, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly. After this Shura appeared, the whole mouth kept talking there without stopping. To ask a samurai like Yamamoto to expand the power who has been practicing ninja is a little unbearable, let alone ordinary people. Yingzi in the distance had long wanted to chop it with a knife.

Yamamoto's originally calm heart was now a little angry, and he moved forward without a word.

"Oh, the big bald head is angry, it won't really bite. It's better to be a mad dog, I love to be a lesson. ”

"Presumptuous" Yamamoto's reprimand for expanding power made it a lot cold and biting here.

A knife flew sideways, leaving a black shadow behind. Yamamoto is really ruthless, the knives are all aimed at the vital point, the blade is fast and steady, and there is no move to drag the mud and water. It's simple and straightforward, it's to take your life.

The ruthless Yamamoto expands his power, each knife is full of strength and precision. Shura's mouth kept talking nonsense, but every time he was retreating, and every knife was a little difficult to avoid.

Yamamoto was cold all over his body, and the steel knife was even colder. With a reversal of the knife, the sickle was pressed to the ground, followed by the steel knife, and stabbed away. Shura raised the scythe in his hand, but he didn't have time to block it. Hind legs, the sickle was pierced into the ground again.