"Smack!"

The black man's arm fell to the ground like a puddle of rotten flesh, and after a few seconds, he howled miserably, and his left hand covered the huge section of his right shoulder that was constantly spurting blood, and for a moment he was sweating profusely, and he staggered against the wall of the bungalow, and his black charcoal-like complexion seemed to suddenly turn a little whiter, and at last his voice was hoarse. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A man in a samurai suit, carrying a katana, slowly climbed up from the small bungalow, which was supposed to be the entrance to the steps in the basement.

Although the black man's arm was severed, there was not even a trace of blood on the katana, but it reflected the light of the setting sun in the west, which showed how sharp it was.

"This guy shouldn't be dead, right?" Zhang Wei touched his nose and looked at the yang longevity time above the black man's head, which was not reduced by the cutting off of his arm - there were still more than twenty years to live.

Then, he turned his head to look at the Hiyori samurai again.

"Hirano Angerichi, 36 years old, level 1 lifeform (strong), 6 hours, 45 minutes and 26 seconds. ”

This is the handwriting floating above the head of the Hiyori samurai in front of him.

"Hmm, what's going on with this countdown? It's okay to be chopped, but it won't take long to live if you cut people?Also, why is this countdown similar to Sister Zhang's?" Zhang Wei was a little puzzled, but he was not nervous because of the samurai who stood in the way.

"Nani Mao, Taimai Wow?!" Hiyori Samurai's face was gloomy, and he spoke in a bird language that Zhang Wei couldn't understand at all.

"Do you understand what he says?" Zhang Wei asked the bald head.

"I don't understand," the bald man shook his head, "I guess it's a curse." ”

Since the language barrier makes it difficult to communicate, it is better to communicate without language.

So Zhang Wei raised his middle finger with both hands towards the samurai.

This is an international gesture, the samurai was furious, clenched the katana with both hands, and shouted "kisama" in his mouth and rushed over, obviously he couldn't stand the agitation, and he didn't take human life seriously, to be precise, he saw that Zhang Wei and the others were not Rihe, so they were ready to commit murder.

He was ordered to keep watch at the entrance to the basement until midnight, and no one was to enter except the adults.

In his opinion, these three people should have ignored the orders of the adults and ran here to be dead little minions, he cut off the arm of one of them as a warning, it was merciful enough, not only did they not retreat, but they also raised their middle fingers to insult him, as a "Yamato samurai" who grew up in the new era under the halo of the sun and the right, how could it be tolerated?

He was going to cut off Zhang Wei's hand and poke Zhang Wei's middle finger into his eye!

Zhang Wei was naturally prepared, and provoking a person was the first step to defeat him, especially when it came to martial arts.

To his surprise, the bald man didn't dodge, but turned sideways in front of him: "Big brother, get out of the way! This knife is too sharp." ”

It can only be said that with the increase of time together, Zhang Wei's "poison" in this guy is getting deeper and deeper.

Although he knew that the bald man's sacrifice was the result of his own body mutation, Zhang Wei was still a little moved, no matter what the reason was, the bald man's heart to block him at this moment was real.

"Stay away, little bald!" Zhang Wei pushed the bald man aside with one hand, and the katana also narrowly grazed the bald man's shoulder, and the sharp blade cut the shoulder pads of the bald man's suit away.

Zhang Wei's five senses are fully opened, and his perception of all the surrounding environment is dozens of times that of humans, and at this moment, his senses are more beasts than beasts, and they are not comparable to humans at all, and the katana naturally can't cut him.

"A very strong level 1 lifeform is still a level 1 lifeform. Zhang Wei let go of the blade, and there was still time to complain in his heart, and said without bragging, in his state of full senses, Sister Ma, who is also a "level 1 lifeform (strong)", he can fight ten!

Before he learned Bajiquan, even Sister Ma couldn't beat Zhang Wei, who had full five senses, he still turned off the "super five senses" and deliberately resisted Sister Ma's fist in order to learn the essence of boxing, not to mention that now, he has learned a little success?

Obviously, this Rihe samurai is a master of swordsmanship, he is the Rihe man who accompanied "Lord Hemao" to Sister Zhang's flower shop a few days ago, and at that time he was not confident that he could win against Sister Ma, who was silent on the sidelines, although the excuse he gave himself at that time was that he did not bring a knife.

His sword skills are wide open and close, and the speed is very fast, in the entire Japan and the country today, he can be regarded as a master of the masters, although he is not "alone in the world", but he has hardly encountered an opponent in Japan and China.

It's a pity that what he is facing now is a super human, and he is also a terrifying genius trained by the Eight Extremes Grandmaster.

The samurai's blade has been swung more than a dozen times, each time it is as fast as thunder, powerful and heavy, every blow contains anger, every blow can amaze a large number of Japanese and swordsmen, but unfortunately, his knife failed to touch Zhang Wei, even a piece of clothing.

It's as if Zhang Wei can know in advance where his next knife will cut, the center of gravity of his body, and where it will be in the next second.

The more he attacked, the more horrified he became, because Zhang Wei didn't dodge the blade by closing the distance—he was constantly getting closer to him, and he never ran out of the range of his blade for a second.

This feeling is like Zhang Wei is a feather coated with glue, stuck to the back of his knife, no matter what, he can't attack it, he can't shake it off, and he is still approaching him!

He began to practice swords at the age of 4, and now, 32 years, he has been with the katana every day and every night, and he thinks that he has reached the realm of "the unity of man and sword", and he does not believe that he can compare to the young man in front of him, who looks only in his early 20s.

"How can you cultivate!" the samurai shouted, speeding up the speed and strength of the katana in his hand, and using all his strength, his face turned red.

"It's useless. Zhang Wei flickered and moved with ease, "Your tricks are indeed very subtle, no matter from which point of view, in terms of force value, you are indeed much better than ordinary humans." ”

Zhang Wei didn't care whether people understood it or not, and commented there seriously: "It's a pity, I've seen through your tricks, no, I should say that I have learned your knife skills." ”

He is always plugged in, others can't hit him, but his "copy eye" can "copy" other people's moves anytime and anywhere, just like that, not only did he force people to use all his strength, he completely mastered the routine of people's knives, and that level was enough to open a "kendo hall" in Japan and the country.

In Zhang Wei's words to complain about himself: "Born at the wrong time, born at the wrong time", if he lived in the world of martial arts, then it might not take long for him to become the world's first great master, and "Dugu seeks defeat".

"Next, it's my turn to attack, right?" Zhang Wei clenched his fists, and the knuckles of his fingers made a crisp sound of "clicking": "I will also let you see the boxing of our Dahua Kingdom, it doesn't matter if you don't understand Chinese, remember the pronunciation of this boxing method, it is called 'Baji...... Uh......"

Zhang Wei's pretending lines couldn't be finished, not because he was cut - it wasn't him who was injured, but the Rihe samurai.

The samurai suddenly screamed, waved the long knife in his hand wildly, and retreated, covering his right eye with the other, and blood gushed out of his eye.

The bald man sat on the ground, holding a cowhide slingshot in one hand, touching the back of his head with the other, and smiling innocently.

"Hey, hey, boss, the sword has no eyes, I'm just afraid that you'll be scraped by this stupid b......"