Even though the rain was pouring down, Cheng Li's footsteps still maintained their own inherent rhythm, not too fast, not too slow.

The raindrops like hail kept hitting him, and it was really painful.

In essence, Cheng Li is a person who likes excitement and adventure. The kind of thing that makes his palms sweat with nervousness is his favorite.

Dark nights, torrential rains, wilderness, wild mountains. A mysterious and purposeless owner, a beautiful foreign girl, and an enemy waiting to take her life. All of this, for Cheng Li, is full of temptation. It's as if in front of a gourmet, full of delicacies, it really makes him unavoidable.

It's like this every time. When he first met Baili Duguan on the snow, when he met the Yin Si Hades in Mianzhou City, when he fought with Ishida Saburo in the Sea Pinjin Grotto, and when he gambled with Li Yanzhou in that strange big tent, the strong excitement and excitement all made Cheng Li's chest burn a blazing flame. As for the victory or defeat, in fact, he didn't care about it at all.

Taking risks is not Cheng Li's preference, but his nature. It was like blood running through his veins.

The rain was heavier, and the mountain trail became extremely slippery. But just in front of him not far away, Cheng Li vaguely saw the outline of a gazebo.

Tourists who have been to West Lake and visited Feilai Peak know it. This pavilion is located halfway up the mountainside of Feilai Peak. The terrain here is relatively flat and wide, so a pavilion was specially built for visitors to rest here.

Cheng Li has never been to Feilai Peak. But he could feel that the closer he got to the gazebo, the stronger and more aggressive the murderous aura became.

I can't see it, I can't smell it, I can't touch it. But for people like Cheng Li, it can be felt clearly. It's as sensitive and correct as a wolf smelling blood.

Cheng Li knew that the samurai, who was the same as Miyamoto Takibei and also surnamed Miyamoto, was waiting for him in front.

Cheng Li's gaze can see things as usual in the deepest darkness. But even with his keen eye, he still couldn't find the slightest clue about the Fuso samurai.

There is no doubt that he is hiding in the dark, waiting for the most opportune opportunity to deliver the fatal blow that has been gathering for so long. That strong murderous aura was both a provocation from his self-confidence and a trap he had laid out. It was an attack move that he had already issued without moving.

It's weird, it's terrifying. Cheng Li knew that when this opponent really made a move, it would be absolutely shocking and invincible. This blow is likely to be impossible even for Cheng Li to dodge and resist.

But instead of retreating from fear, Cheng Li's spirit was more uplifted. Before he knew it, he even thought of the first time he had learned to hunt independently many years ago.

No matter how slow you go, there is always an end to the trail. So it didn't take long for Cheng Li to walk halfway up the mountain. Looking around, there are dark trees and hideous rocks everywhere. And all of this is the best cover for the assassin.

The murderous aura is even stronger. But the Fuso samurai, who wanted to kill and take revenge, still did not appear. What is he waiting for?

Wait for your chance. A must-kill, a fatal opportunity,

In this world, there is a kind of man, although he is still a man, not a beast. But in their nature, they have the composure of a bear, the ferocity of a tiger, the patience of a wolf, the agility of a leopard, and the cunning of a fox.

Cheng Li is this kind of person. No, it should be said, he realized that he was a man, even long after realizing that he was a beast. Therefore, with a special mysterious sense in the dark, he can know that the samurai hidden in the darkness are also this kind of person.

This kind of person has the best patience, and if he doesn't have the opportunity, he can wait until he has the opportunity. If not, they'd rather not do it.

In Cheng Li's body, it was obvious that the Fusang samurai couldn't find a chance. Because no matter how you look at it, Cheng Li maintains a perfect state.

Provocations, traps, attacks. None of these can play any role in Cheng Li. Cheng Li is like a rock in the sea, no matter how high the wind and waves are, he will never be moved.

But if it continues like this, the Fuso samurai will only remain hidden. When Cheng Li meets the mysterious master, the Fuso samurai will cut off Cheng Li's back path.

The Fuso samurai may not really make a move. But his existence itself can already pose a serious threat to Cheng Li.

Cheng Li couldn't allow this kind of threat to follow him like a maggot with a bone. Therefore, the Fuso samurai must be given a chance to make a move. But he himself has no flaws, so how can the Fuso samurai make a move?

Therefore, Cheng Li took the initiative to create a flaw for himself. He stepped down, and suddenly, as if he had stepped on the moss that grew on the ground, his body shook. Although this moment only lasted for a very short time, at the moment when the white horse passed through the gap, the original near-perfect posture no longer existed. Instead, there are three flaws on the right leg, right flank, and the back of the neck.

Any of these three flaws is enough to kill!

"Huh~"

A dazzling silver snake fiercely tore through the darkness, and between heaven and earth, all were covered with silver light. A veritable thunderbolt burst into the depths of the trees that were as dark as the abyss of hell not far away, and suddenly a black shadow shot out of the sky like a ghost.

After the lightning, the thunder exploded. The afterglow of lightning leaked out of the torn dark clouds, just enough to make this ghostly black shadow appear clearly. It was a samurai dressed in Fuso-style clothes but masked in a black scarf. He clenched a four-foot-long knife in his hand and held it high above the top. With the lightning and thunder behind him, it is like the thunder god descending into the world, unstoppable!

Such a volley is undoubtedly powerful. When the long knife falls, it can multiply the knife strength with the help of the momentum of the dive. But at the same time, for Cheng Li, who was standing on the ground, such a posture also seemed to be up and down, full of empty door flaws, and masters of the same level were fighting, which was equivalent to suicide!

Perhaps, it was because the Fuso samurai felt that he had seized the only chance to win, so even if he exposed his flaws, it would not be a problem. Or, the Fusang warrior had already made up his mind to break the cauldron and burn the boat, leaving no way back for himself, let alone a way out for Cheng Li. Pour all the victory and defeat of life and death into one sword! If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

This is an invulnerable sword. Cheng Li shouldn't have been able to react at all, so he had already fallen to the ground.

But in an instant, Cheng Li's figure flicked like a bamboo pole and instantly returned to his normal standing posture. The flaws that were originally exposed by stepping on the moss also disappeared without a trace. He leaned forward slightly, his hands curling from the outside to the inside, and then he jerked upwards at the same time. Under the torrential rain, a huge and incomparable fist loomed into the air, blasting towards the samurai.

This is not a hundred-step divine fist, nor is it the internal strength of beating people in the air, it is purely an invisible dark matter condensed into a fist. The momentum of one blow is earth-shattering and indestructible!

At the same moment, another blinding lightning bolt shattered through the sky and struck directly at the four-foot-long sword that the Fusang samurai held high above the top. The long knife was shining all over the body, and thousands of rays of light were rushing around the blade, and the domineering high-voltage current squeaked on the blade. The Fuso warrior roared, and the four-foot long knife carried the electric light and slashed down in the air.

Such a knife seems to have been fused with the spring thunder that shook the heavens and the earth, and it is no longer separable. Heaven and man are one, and they will win and kill!

"Boom~"

Lightning flashed, and thunder exploded. The two figures are separated at first glance. The Fusang samurai fell to the ground gloomily, standing with Cheng Li facing away from each other, motionless. Halfway up the slope of Feilai Peak, there was a sudden crack in a straight knife mark that was three feet long, bottomless, and shocking to anyone who taught it.

The power of this knife is like a ghost crying god,

The black scarf on the face of the Fuso samurai was suddenly shattered, and it was cleaned clean by the torrential rain. Completely expose the true face of Lushan. It does look a little similar to Miyamoto Takibei that day. But his eyes are pitch black on the left and turquoise on the right, which is an extremely rare pair of yin and yang eyes. Under the torrential rain, these eyes shone with a cold and eerie light. Live like a rakshasa demon!

After a long time, the Fuso samurai suddenly spoke. The accent is not pure, and it sounds awkward. But I can barely understand it.

"My name is Kabei Miyamoto. Takibei is my half-brother. ”

Cheng Li turned his back to the Fusang warrior and said slowly: "Your knife is very good." Far better than Takibei. I'll remember this knife. ”

The corners of Miyamoto Kabei's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling proudly, but it seemed to be mocking. He said slowly: "My knife is nothing in Fusang. In Fusang, the real top masters are only one god and two leaders, three kings and four saints. ”

Cheng Li's eyebrows pressed down slightly, and he said in a condensed voice: "One god and two kui, three kings and four saints?"

Miyamoto Kabei's eyes flashed with a vicious light, and he said slowly: "The Southern Army God, the Northern Wukui, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Only Fist King, and the Ten Thousand Divine Tribulations under the Yanagi Sword." These four supreme masters are the pinnacle of our Fusang's true martial arts. Sooner or later, you'll see it. ”

Cheng Li nodded and said, "Okay." I look forward to that day. Well, now, you're on your way. ”

"Haha~haha~~ha~~~"

Miyamoto Kabei suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled. Before the laughter could fall, his body suddenly split apart, and then he collapsed completely, turning into a bloody mass of meat sauce.

The victory or defeat of life and death is now clear. Under the fight just now, Miyamoto Kabei had already been smashed to pieces by the countless heavy punches condensed by dark matter, and his injuries were too serious to be repeated. Even if there is any magic and immortal method, it will definitely not be able to save it. can barely support such a few more moments of life, it is already considered Miyamoto Kabei to cultivate, and the magic is amazing.

But in any case, the end result remains the same: death.