The purpose of blowing Ishibetsuno was to obtain the physical service of the second-order flowing fire after the victory, and by the way, to humiliate the second-order flowing fire, he planned to do so, and it almost went quite smoothly. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In fact, the second young master of the Great Gong Dao is quite shrewd, and knows that he can't reveal his intention to have thoughts about the second-order flowing fire body from the beginning, and with the other party's fiery and old-fashioned and pedantic character, there will be no in-depth conversation at all.

After determining the composition of the other party's members and weighing the pros and cons, the second-order Flowing Fire finally agreed to the battle between the two sides, and she had no choice but to be almost blind to the glory of the family.

Considering the configuration of the members of the second-order family martial arts hall, this battle was conducted in a two-on-two situation. As the only two remaining members of the Second Order Stream Family Martial Arts Gym, the Second Order Stream Fire and the Second Order Stream Ya were of course going to participate.

On the side of the Dagong Sword Martial Arts Hall, the second young master Fuishi Beno and another man who looked like a face were the other two members of the competition. The man who was born on that face was the Dagong Sword Martial Arts Gym that he just joined in the spring of this year, and he has been unknown all the time, and then he heard that he became the henchman of the second young master, blowing the stone and being wild, and then he went deeper and simpler.

The battle officially began on the same day, with both sides armed with wooden swords and armor, and fought each other.

The second young master of the Dagong Dao family, Fuishi Besano, is older than the second-order Liuya, but he is lazy on weekdays, and he is not the opponent of the second-order Liuya.

But such a mediocre-looking man is a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and the second-order flowing fire can't be attacked for a long time, so he saw a flaw and knocked him down.

So the battle ended quickly, and the talented and diligent second-order streamers all failed, and the rebellious young second-order streamers were naturally beaten on the ground and couldn't get up.

Blowing stone Besano, who was cut by the second-order Liuya in the battle, came over and squatted down, touched the face of the second-order Liuya, and proposed to him to do it with the second-order Liuya in this martial arts hall in front of the public.

This is the so-called "one side's right to demand a one-time 'reward' from the losing party within the limits of the interests and capabilities of the other party's family" proposed before the war. The second-order Liuzai was stunned when he heard this, and he scolded loudly, but this matter really did not harm the interests of the family, and he did his best, so the second-order Liuhuo, who had always adhered to the integrity and glory of the martial artist, silently took off his clothes......

That afternoon, the debauchery of laughter lasted for more than two hours, and the shrill wheezing of Fushi Betsuno, the roaring laughter of the guards and henchmen, and the hoarse roar of the second-order streamers blended together, making the atmosphere like a black cloud......

Afterwards, the second-order streamer, who had an indifferent face from beginning to end, put on his clothes, and kept the demeanor of the head of the family to send away the group of Fukishi Besano, who were still laughing wildly, and the second-order streamer lay on his back on the ground, his expression a little wooden.

There was no doubt that the martial arts hall of the second-order ryu family had been delisted, and the woman who had been defiled by someone and the glory of the family wore a kimono and made a hearty dinner in a rare way.

She was a person who did not smile, grew up with few words, and even when she was forced to do that kind of thing, she did not let out a single moan or snort.

But at that meal, the woman said a lot of things with a wine cup in her hand, many of them about the glory of the family, the ideals of the second-order stream, and some things that the second-order streamers had never heard of and could not understand.

The woman drank and talked like this, and the second-order Ryuya, who was still angry, turned her back to her, and the rice and the fish on the table did not touch, and the woman didn't mind, just talked to herself.

A day later, a woman named the Second Order Flowing Fire, who had defiled the glory of her family because she had been defiled by her body, committed suicide.

The second-order Liuya sat in front of the dilapidated wooden door of the family martial arts hall in despair, holding the long page of the death book in his hand, until the end, the woman chattered endlessly, or those so-called family inheritance and glory......

The second order Ryuya sat on the doorway for two days and two nights, the paper in his hand was crumpled and flattened and crumpled, and finally the woman in the letter was told and stood up......

After that, it was probably a vulgar version of the **silk counterattack or the prodigal son's retrospective. The second-order Liuya strengthened his outlook on life, inherited the family legacy, and finally succeeded in his sword skills, killing all 113 people in the Dagong Sword Martial Arts Gym, and even the officials who came to review the judicial organs did not let go.

After this incident, the second-order Ryuya spent a long period of calm, and it seemed that it was because of his force or the secrecy of the second-order ryuya's murder, and for a long time, no one disturbed his peace.

Until one day, the man named Gangrene passed by this empty martial arts hall...... He was wearing a white baseball cap, and when he looked in, in the courtyard, the down-and-out martial arts hall owner was bare-chested and slashing with a wooden knife as a foundation.

The man in the baseball cap pulled down the tip of his sunglasses to reveal a pair of Danfeng eyes, and the afternoon sun shone on the man, so he narrowed his eyes and showed a mouthful of bright white teeth:

"Good knife technique."

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In terms of physiological structure, the second-order Ryuya is an ordinary martial artist, his body is not suitable for the breeding of abilities, and in the eyes of the abilities, he is a rather alternative powerhouse.

Give full play to the power of every muscle, condense the power of the whole body into a point and burst out, and cut out the destructive power that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Behind this man who bears the name of genius is the effort beyond imagination, forbearance, and persistent belief year after year.

Family Glory ...... Bah!

The maniacal laugher finally lowered his palm covering his face, and he seemed to be muttering the words to himself, a little too far away for Griffith to hear.

But the momentum had already been solidly stacked, the big demon frowned, and shot a stone with the back of his knife, and the stone was bounced back only three feet in front of the second-order Liuya's body.

The former down-and-out pavilion owner tore off a piece of clothing and tied it on his forehead, and the flying momentum was like the wind, curling up his messy hair and the ribbon on his forehead. He slowly pulled out the Famous Sword National Gang Ghost Pill, and at this time, the demon knife that resounded through most of the dark world finally unsealed its original appearance.

Inside the blade of the Oriental samurai, something that had been sealed for many years soaked through, and under the translucent cold light, something like a spirit squirmed and wrapped around the entire blade.

At the position of the handle of Kunisuna Onimaru, the hideous carved beast head floating on the hilt of the knife suddenly opened its eyes, revealing eyes made of two scarlet gems, emitting a leisurely ominous light.

This legendary demon knife that was refined with 99 living beings in order to forge the knife finally awakened at this moment with the awakening of the master's will. The second-order flow Yingying grasped the ominous light, and the blood on the arm flowed down the hilt of the sword, flowing into the open mouth of the relief beast hand, and the metal statue 'clicked' to close the jaw.

The man named Nikai Ryuya slowly raised his long knife, the blade of which ran across his face, from east to west, covering the part of his face and nose. Kunitsuna's blade reflected ice light, and its owner slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

"Let this be over."

A strange metal chorus sounded at the same time at this moment, and the mouth of the second-order Liuya opened and closed, and the sound that came from it seemed that he and the demon knife in his hand were saying the same words in the same tone, full of the double texture of metal vibration.

Griffith held the knife flat in his chest, silent.

In the previous brief encounters, this short knife had fought several times with Miu Miu of Kunisuna Onimaru, and its blades were all over the jagged edges. The index finger and middle finger of the demon's left hand were brushed together from the hilt to the tip of the knife, and a bright silver light came out from between the fingers, and then the blade that had been cut by the silver light disappeared completely, turning into a whole sharp blade.

Not far away, a train rumbling with a long whistle of white steam rumbled, and the second-order Ryuya and Griffith tightened their grips on the hilt of their knives, stepped on the ground, and rushed towards each other.

"Let this be over."

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One by one, the green-skinned cars sped along the old tracks, and the withered trees outside the windows turned backwards into small gray dots.

The two of them, Ryuya and Griffith, jumped up like two swords opposite each other, staggered through the air, their figures floating, and then turned, borrowed, jumped, and slashed again.

The two of them ran and slashed at each other beside the speeding train, like two blurred shadows, bringing up a huge wind and grass stalks in the sky. Their bodies were like two giant spinning tops, spinning, the light of the knives woven into a cone-shaped web that collided with each other, sparks and piercing metal screams.

The gravel and the softer clay stones along the way were cut into more fine and neat pieces by the two of them in a flash, and split into small pieces in different directions.

A huge wind howled, blowing the hair of the two men and the hem of their trench coats to the side, and they collided with each other, and the swords flashed away, and then the two of them stood on their own.

The sound of rumbling train wheels running over the tracks resounded in the wilderness, and Kunitsuna Onimaru hung low in the hand of the second order, a drop of crimson blood sliding down the edge of the long knife towards the tip of the knife.

The cyan hair fluttered in the air, scattered and scattered, and was sucked into the body of the car by the wind pressure brought up by the train. Griffith touched his cheek, which had suddenly exploded, his face pale, and his long, green fingers dipped the blood that ran down his cheek and put it in his mouth.

"You're starting to make me feel bad."

As the big demon spoke, he raised his knife, and the dust flew in the sky, and the two slender figures kneaded together again in the setting sun, intertwined into a fragmented shadow.

A three- or four-year-old boy who had just drunk a drink and raised his head to look out of the car window was awakened by the flashing knife light in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then excitedly pulled the cuff of the woman who was talking to the neighbor with his little hand:

"Mom, look, there's Superman ......"