Only the wind, no voice!

The robes of the two Dharma protectors hunted and hunted. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, and some people call it the sixth sense, unless it is a personal experience, it is difficult for ordinary people to understand, it is a feeling that only a master who has practiced hard for many years will taste between life and death.

Lu Ming stood still like a statue, his eyes slightly closed, he seemed to feel the slightest sound in the wind, that is, in his hand, the ancient sword glowed with dark red bloodthirsty light, his hand did not move, the sword had moved, and the extremely sharp blade moved between his slender fingers at a speed that was understandable to the naked eye.

The sky was gloomy for more than 20 days, and at this moment, as if the sky had opened its eyes, the dark clouds cracked a crack, and the long-lost brilliant sunshine poured out on the earth with a kind of indulgent and wanton joy, and the streets and railings in front of him seemed to be smeared with a layer of golden light in an instant.

Lu Ming's slightly closed black eyes, in vain, radiated a wolf-like green light, the corners of his mouth that were expressionless, a rare hint of a smile, what else can be more worthy of happiness than himself, ending the opponent's life with his own hands?!

Lu Ming slowly stepped forward, he deliberately made his footsteps very loud, the echo vibrating, he was mentally torturing the other party, his sharp eyes stared ahead, he could clearly see the other party's every move, he was confident, when the opponent rushed from the front, the sharpness in his hand could pierce their chest.

The two protectors of the Yamaguchi group moved, Lu Ming sneered and raised his hand, the antique ancient sword was already swinging horizontally in his palm, raising and pointing, he felt that he was now like a god controlling life and death, every step of the other party, every move, and even breathing, was in his expectation, he had absolute confidence, when the other party let go of the fight, he would die in Huangquan.

The wind blew, and the two protectors of the Yamaguchi Group, who had experienced a hundred battles, suddenly smelled the breath of death and instantly stiffened.

It's a death trap!

Directly in front, Lu Ming, with a cold face, seemed to be a ghost, and at a speed faster than the wind, he struck out from above, and the sharp blade in his hand was as sharp as electricity, and from behind the side, he stabbed out at the temple of a Dharma protector directly on the right.

At this moment, thoughts have become a time-consuming luxury, and all actions are completely based on subconscious instinct.

The Yamaguchi-gumi protector gasped and used all the strength of his body, and rushed forward, abruptly moving, like a person stepping on a stone and suddenly falling, the Japanese sword in his hand, which had disappeared, came out of nowhere and ejected backwards with his action of plopping.

For this blow, the Dharma Protector was not sure at all, it was all based on his feelings, and this feeling would determine his life and death.

"Zheng"

With the crisp sound of gold and iron, the aftermath lingered, and the sharp blades of the Japanese swords that shot out intersected with the sharp blades of the lightning strikes, and sparks burst out in mid-air.

Lu Ming felt a shock in his hand, there was a kind of sour numbness after the electric shock, the sword that shot out, it actually had unexpected power, the sword in his hand was hit half an inch, close to the opponent's side forehead, piercing a gap more than two inches long, revealing Bai Sensen's skull, but he did not do his best.

This is really a bit out of Lu Ming's expectations, and the left and right protectors of the Yamaguchi Group really live up to their reputation.

Lu Ming followed closely in pursuit, the sharp blade in his hand drew a strange arc, and stabbed out again, the power was so great that even the blade made a 'boom' sound of cracking the sky between the transitions, this time, Lu Ming chose to target the throat of the blue-clothed protector who was whistling on the left.

The body of the blue-clothed protector rotated rapidly on the ground, and adjusting his body shape in this dodge was the most important test of a person's ability to control the body, but the protector gave people a kind of dexterity in the fish and dragon dance. Japanese ninjas attach the most importance to the training of physical flexibility, and as the left and right protectors of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the structure of the body is even more different from ordinary people.

In contrast, Lu Ming's movements were like a cheetah pounced in the jungle, the blade of the sword with a little cold star was the sharp claw of the cheetah, and the two Yamaguchi-gumi protectors were like giant pythons rolling and moving on the ground, and the Japanese Japanese sword in their hands was their fangs.

It's obviously a life-and-death duel, but each other's movements have indescribable smoothness and beauty.

The swift and electric movements of both sides became static in an instant, as if everyone was petrified, and the transformation between this movement and stillness was abrupt and dignified, which could suffocate people.

The sunlight shone down from the top of the Golden Dome Hotel, outlining Lu Ming's angular face into a hard shadow, and his eyes exuded a strange light, even more terrifying than the sword in his hand.

And the protectors on both sides were lying on their backs on the ground, their eyes were full of emptiness and loneliness, if you look carefully, you will find that the black pupils in the eyes of the two people are big and small, and there are sweat stains in the pores.

In the incomparable silence, the soft sound became more and more piercing and terrifying, and the blade raised by Lu Ming was still firmly against the already nervous sweaty forehead of the blonde young man, and it did not move at all.

"Heh, your skills are not bad!" Lu Ming's tone was a hint of coldness, a hint of mockery: "Tell me, why did you attack us?"

"I don't know!" said the blonde youth, holding on.

"Oh, I don't know!" Thinking about the lightning and stone fire just now, Lu Ming couldn't help but sneer and mocked: "I know that there is a kind of person in this world called not crying when you don't see the coffin, are you the kind of person in the legend?"

"Why should I answer you? Do you think you are the victor? Who are you to speak to me in such a condescending tone?"

Although each sentence will make the blade on the forehead pierce deeper, and more blood will flow along the blade, but compared to the shame of defeat, that pain can be ignored.

"I admit that I was planted in your hands this time, and my life is now in your hands, but don't forget, there are still a lot of people in our Yamaguchi Group around here, so it's best to be polite when you talk to me!"

There was a pride in the tone of the blonde young man who was not humiliated.

"Okay, even if everyone draws!" Lu Ming smiled faintly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes, after all, such a large-scale killing in the United States will bring a lot of trouble to himself, especially at this moment in the limelight, "I can see it, you kid, you are still a character who is not afraid of death, although I admit that it may be an unwise decision to let you go, but your life is not as important as my brother's life no matter what, so let's put away our weapons separately, and wait for the next opportunity, and everyone will compete." ”

The blond-haired young man nodded, indicating that he accepted Lu Ming's proposal. (To be continued.) )