The sound of 'mighty', 'mighty' police cars gradually approached in the bustle of the night, in the light of the street lamps and vehicles, Griffith looked up, and the next second, a black figure, hugged him, smashed open the glass, and flew into the backyard where the hall was connected to the port. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because it is the relationship between Uncle Rong, the old generation of black godfathers in Rongcheng, the location of the Black Mask Mercenary Group this time is relatively elegant, and it is the only five-star hotel in Chengdu.

This hotel is of high grade, good service, and most importantly, the location is equally superior, which is built on the beautiful beach and port.

Guests on the upper floors of the hotel can watch the bustle of the harbor and the lively girls in bikinis and the great boys running around on the beach.

At this time, Griffith and Yamato Ichisuke penetrated the entire hall, intertwined with each other, and struck the harbor with a spurt.

It is not accurate to say that it is a harbor, which is built on the lake, and the whole lake is geographically gourd-shaped, and it is connected to the sea.

Because of the convenient transportation, the large number of tourists, coupled with the pleasant climate of Rongcheng and the lack of environmental pollution, this seaport was developed by the government and became one of the famous tourist resorts.

In order to support tourism, the developers of Chengdu have invested large sums of money to build a large number of ground buildings on this soft sandy beach. For example, the pavilion in the lake, the original ecological wooden house, as well as the wooden road and wooden bridge for visitors to shuttle......

Tumbling on the old and dark wooden bridge, Yamato Kazusuke's long knife plunged into the gap between the logs and dragged it horizontally.

The blade crossed the wood, cutting twenty or thirty centimeters deep, revealing the shallow and deep growth rings inside. Griffith rolled over on the bridge, his long knife cutting the rope that bound the log, and the demon pushed the black knife out of his chest, and in his shaking vision, the man shouted 'drink'.

In the second half of the night, the rain gradually thinned, and the wet raindrops lubricated the bridge deck, making every log as if it had been greased, shiny and shiny.

In the darkness, the two of them fought against each other with knives in hand, and in the huge force of the recoil, they each slid on the bridge deck for a while.

"Upanishads......

A thousand slashes! ”

Yamato's voice came from the bridge in the distance, his knife seemed to stir the clouds in the darkness, the black was cut by the tangible body, stirred into an air bag, and then flew to the other side of the bridge, looking like a figure of sesame mung beans.

At the same time, the 'rough' workmanship, the ancient wooden bridge, finally couldn't support the battle between the two, and collapsed.

Griffith and Yamato had already cut the ropes that bound the logs in several battles, and the latter's mystery exploded into the straw that broke the camel's back, and then the logs, large and small, scattered and floated on the surface of the lake.

The big demon, who was a little weak, was injured in his left arm by the man of Edgeworthai, and he couldn't help but flip his head twice in the air, and finally stood on a log floating on the river before falling into the water.

Griffith rubbed the black knife against the wood, and with his right hand he tore the T-shirt of his jacket into strips of cloth that covered the scars on his left arm.

After the 'resurrection', Yamato Ichisuke is obviously much stronger than before, he is a major player in swordsmanship, and he has his own strengths with the second-order streamers, taking advantage of Griffith's weak body, a burst of unreasonable bombardment, making the latter tired.

And the reason why Griffith, the big demon who is the strength of the middle of the fourth level, was suppressed by the explosion of Yamato Ichisuke and even cut his body, was not because he was not strong enough, in fact, Yamato Ichisuke's strength was also stable in the middle of the fourth level, and Griffith was half a catty, and the hole cards were obviously not as much as the big demon.

In this way, in the battle between the two sides, the big demon should be more dominant.

But the matter of fighting is not a simple math problem, or the size of the dice is compared, and some things are inexplicable. Moreover, Griffith has always limited his ability to the scope of Lenzi's sword technique, hoping to use the comprehension and stimulation of the opponent's knife technique to break through to the third realm of Lenzi's knife intent.

Of course, the great demon Lenzi's sword intent is profound and vast, Griffith didn't know the knife technique before he was reborn, and it was a daydream to break through to the third realm in a short time.

The previous battle with the second-order Ryuya benefited Griffith a lot. Those post-war insights greatly enriched his understanding of the first two realms of the Great Demon, and made great progress in his comprehension of sword techniques.

Therefore, in the battle with Yamato Ichisuke, the Great Demon is imperative.

In this world today, there are really not many masters of sword skills, and there are very few who are commensurate with the Griffith realm. He needs the stepping stone of Yamato Kazusuke, life or death, there must always be someone who has gained the experience power of his predecessors.

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The light of the knife shrouded the surface of the lake at night, and in the haze, it seemed that someone was running rapidly on the water surface, and in the flashing silver-white reflection, the figure swept away the lake, stirring up ripples.

The beautiful night is hazy, the lights in the distance of the city are winding and flowing, and there is a woman in the middle of the lake who does not want to return to the oars, humming the lotus flower.

Yamato Kazusuke put the long knife on his chest, and in the darkness in front of him, the silver-white sword light cut through the haze in one corner and slashed horizontally.

'Woohoo! ’

The sparks were connected in the collision and pull of steel and steel, and the man's face was faintly visible in the firelight.

The sound of dense footsteps continued to sound, the sword light bent and bent on the surface of the lake, and the sound of the sword colliding became one piece.

Yamato Kazusuke stepped on a scarlet log, which was condescendingly split open by Griffith, and his feet sank into the water, and the log broke through the water layer and made a transparent splash.

Then he steadied himself, the log swaying in the water, and he stepped down, the five fingers of his left hand spread out, and the tiger's mouth contained the blade, straight to the tip of the knife.

The black blade in the sky had been cut down, and Griffith was 'on the lean' with the long knife in both hands, almost in a thrusting way, brutally leaning on the weight and acceleration, and paused.

"Tsuji ...... of the Overflow"

"A thousand slashes!!"

A huge splash of water exploded in the middle of the lake, as if a giant had thrown a huge stone projectile here, and the splash was hundreds of kilograms and blue.

Huge splashes of water fly up from the surface of the lake and then rain down into the lake like a torrential rain.

Suddenly, a figure shot out of the water curtain and clicked twice on the water, and between the waves on the water surface and the ups and downs of the logs, he had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters.

Behind him, the light of the knife sliced horizontally through the curtain of water. In the huge fault between the flowing water, the upper body of the man was short, and the long knife in his hand was forward, hanging slightly......

A straight line of water suddenly jumped from the surface of the water, and the silver-white splash of water lifted, turned out, and bloomed on both sides of the waterline!

The big demon reluctantly turned around, and in a long knife with a glimmer of light, Yamato Ichisuke stood in the middle of the water wave and stabbed down fiercely at the front door of the former.

The black knife surface blocked the long knife in a thousand shots, and the shiny blade buzzed, brushing the ears of the big demon and picking up a few strands of black silk.

With a swing of the knife, Griffith was slashed in the shoulder with a long knife.

The blood was rubbed and pulled out between the blades, and the swordsman of Edgeworthai pressed the hilt with both hands, and the man under the sword and the log under his feet were pressed down, and the whole thing sank to the bottom of the lake.

With the power of the slash, Yamato's body froze in the air, and his muscular body slid forward, landing on a triangular wooden sampan.

The splash of water that had been stirred up only fell at this time, making a loud sound.

The middle-aged man holding the knife lowered his head and looked around. The log, which he had pressed into the bottom of the water with Griffith, bubbled in its place, and then bounced high above the water due to its buoyant force.

Yamato Kazusuke maintained a motionless posture and looked around at the entire field of vision.

The waves on the lake are gradually subsiding, and the fish writhing in panic in the muddy water and swimming back to the bottom of the lake.

The wood that had been pressed below the surface of the water and stubbornly bounced up, pulling a thin line or two of water in a broken thread, rushed into the air, he squinted his eyes and scanned the surroundings, but he did not find the young incredible black mask dough leader.

The log left the surface of the water for half a meter and began to fall again due to gravity.

Yamato Kazusuke watched as the arc suddenly came out of the knife, splitting the central axis of the log.

The lump of wood flew out in both directions, and in the gap that had been split by the long knife, a man named Griffith was holding the knife, like a spinning top that spun wildly, and slammed into it.

The middle-aged uncle of Edgeworthai raised the knife above his head with one hand, and supported the back of the knife with the other. In the spinning top-like knife wind, the collision between the knives and the knives made a crazy sound, and the dazzling sparks were connected on the blades of Yamato Kazusuke's long knives, as if someone was cutting iron with a grinding wheel.

The triangular sampan under the man's feet was frantically pushed backwards, and in the deep waterline, Griffith used the inertia of rotation and centrifugal force to crash all the way forward.

The executive officer of the big green mountain had a resolute look in his eyes, and he held the opponent's dozens of knives in front of his arm, hundreds of knives, and finally was deflected by the blade of the huge force, and then the knife wheel drove straight in, cutting two deep scars on Yamato Ichisuke's chest.

In the intermittent season, Yamato Kazusuke's body barely shifted, and his feet moved, spinning in a half-circle arc, bypassing the powerful knife wheel. Then, with a pop, the slender human body fell into the water, and the surface of the water was cut by the knife qi for two or three meters of deep dents.

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