The hair was wet and scattered, and half of it was on the man's face, and it was unusually embarrassed. The eyes of the pen and the fun pavilion www.biquge.info steel hand were a little sluggish, the side face was slightly red, and the seven-inch light in his hand still exuded the high temperature and white gas of the 'Aoyi Ratchet True Blood', steaming, and never retreated. The man subconsciously touched the red marks on his face, suppressed his emotions and took a deep breath, and the click of the dislocation of the spine came clearly.

After about a second, Mr. Quan Jichi's steel hand slowly retracted his stance, his left hand spread out on the folds of the famous knife's seven-inch light, his broad and heavy body and the shadows scattered in the light spread out like a silent volcano - the man silently took a step forward, his steps crossed back and forth, and he moved the blade forward, protecting his chest. It wasn't offensive, but it was on the defensive.

The person on the other side was still reading something in his mouth, and if he put it before, he might be reprimanded by Mr. Steel Hand as 'verbose', 'shut up' or something like that. But at this time, Mr. Steel Hand put on a posture, this person carried the black knife on his shoulder, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw the posture, and then laughed loudly: "No, I'm afraid, isn't it the man on the side of the Xuanjian......"

Even so, Mr. Steelhand, who was good at slashing, did not speak back. There was steaming momentum and hot blood suppressed in his eyes, but he was forced and suppressed by his body, and he pressed it firmly on the handle of the knife on his waist. This man was a man of great combat experience, and after the age of impulsiveness and irritability, he was as strong as a tiger and as steady as a doe—the man who stood loosely in front of him, very strong. It's so strong that he can't feel it, and in terms of knife skills, he is not as good as the other party. If you act recklessly and blindly attack, you will be defeated quickly.

As soon as the defensive position on this side was completed, Griffith saw the opponent's demeanor and knew the opponent's determination and will. He didn't want to say anything about the spear and sword, he picked up the knife from his shoulder, touched the blade with one hand, and looked at Mr. Steel Hand again: "In this case, I will teach Mr. Steel Hand's sword skills to be magical." ”

The young man's words melted in the wind, and the long knife in his hand hung down, naturally upside down—the tip of the black knife was downward, and the long knife was centered on Griffith's elbow, and it slashed in a circle, the movement was not fast, but it seemed that a mysterious power was derived and spread from the writing gesture. So much so that when the action of the big demon's rotating hilt stopped, a disc-shaped knife wheel composed of more than a dozen black knives appeared strangely in the air.

This is an illusion composed of momentum and knife intent, the entity of the black knife is still just one, although the illusion of the knife has no attack power, but it is vivid, can affect people's judgment, at the critical moment, it can be quickly switched with the entity, and it truly achieves the unity of virtual reality.

The disc blades of this black knife were all outward, evenly distributed, like a mirror image, and each one shimmered with a dark cold light.

Griffith stopped talking, took a step forward, the knife wheel pushed over, and then countless knife lights were densely packed like ratchets, spinning the canine tooth protection, enveloping the man with a strong body. At the moment when the black knife was on his body, the man swung the famous knife that flickered and waved the seven-inch light into a mess, like a fluorescent eggshell.

Countless black knives slashed at the 'eggshell', and sparks cut deep marks between the friction between the blades. The figures of the two men seemed a little blurred in this fierce confrontation, and in the setting sun, on the delicate long street, the arms of both sides waved and twisted into countless twine.

Ruan Thi Giet, whose body was shaking, hid behind the flower bed and watched from afar, and the exaggerated and frantic 'scuffle' between the two in the fight left a messy and disorderly deep mark on the hard concrete floor, and everything around him was cut in two by a knife whenever it was affected.

He couldn't tell the difference between the good and the bad of the battle at this time, and the two of them pushed their knives sideways and slashed through a beige van, and the figure flew over, and after a piercing metal scream, the van was scattered into thousands of pieces in vain. It is like a building block, with scattered car blocks sliding into the shape of a cone, each of which is no thicker than a child's forearm. The two sides tore apart, and the power that erupted in an instant was terrifying.

Yet the battle of such a density continues, moving forward and moving forward. In an instant, a corner of the flower bed was cut.

Ruan Thi Jie was a little indescribable at the moment, he was not a person with much courage and knowledge, before he joined the Sea Dog Gang, he was at most an unemployed vagrant, bullying honest street vendors, and the sturdy people did not dare to provoke, and the youth of the society were not counted.

After entering the Fur Dog Gang, because of the care of the eldest cousin, and the power of the Fur Dog Gang at that time had been fully stabilized and accumulated for a long time, there were very few unsightly gangs that jumped out of the mountain without knowing what to do, but they had never experienced any large-scale fights. Of course, there will be petty fights, similar to the eradication of those emerging small gangs on the Sino-Vietnamese border, but to be honest, in the context of the strength of the Sea Seal Gang, the so-called petty fights are really not high.

Generally speaking, as a member of the Fur Dog Gang, Nguyen Thi Jie actually treats joining the Fur Dog Gang as if he were going to work - going to work and getting paid for it......

It's just that I often walk by the river, and there is no one who doesn't get my shoes wet.

Ruan Thi Jie knew that as a member of the underworld, he would inevitably face situations such as group fights and firefights. His body is not thin and weak, not too weak, and he has also done corresponding psychological construction.

The young Fur Dog Gang is a celebrity in front of the hall master, and he actually secretly goes to the gym, exercises his muscles, and hires someone to teach sanda. This move began in October last year and has been going on for more than a year now, and it has begun to bear fruit.

And Ruan Thi Jie has the habit of carrying a watermelon machete with him after he has some enlightenment, and from past experience, for these fur seal accomplices who have been 'working' quietly, Ruan Shijie's trip can be regarded as being prepared for danger in times of peace.

But who would have thought that this rush would come without warning? And come on, come on, still with such a stunned attitude, come so fiercely and ferociously.

What watermelon knife, what exercise, the only thing Ruan Thi Jie dares to do now and can do is to shrink himself behind the flower bed as much as possible, so as not to let anyone discover him. He wanted to dig a pit and bury himself.

What the two sides in the fight are holding in their hands, not fist gloves, bats or even iron rods and machetes, the most inferior ones are also holding submachine guns, even hand cannons and RPGs. This little thing that Ruan Thi Jie has prepared for many years is only worthy of being funny in front of others.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if everyone is holding machetes, Ruan Thi Jie does not have the courage to show his head.

At this moment, directly in front of him, the rough edges of wanton knife qi, iron filings, stones, and waste newspapers were cut by the wind, and the sound of knives cutting through each other was like countless people chopping at each other, chaotic and urgent. And with a shocking ferocity of danger.

Ruan Thi Jie hugged his head, his body trembled with fear, and his face was buried between his legs - his brain was a little deprived of oxygen, and his head was dizzy. How did this damn day start?!

Such questions lingered in the minds of the young people behind the flower beds, in the long streets, and bullets flew through the air. The aftermath of the explosion knocked down the bark with rubble and soot, shattered the glass, and broke the high-voltage wires overhead.

Then someone rushed out of the smoke and dust, and the bullets hit, and another person fell in a pool of blood, crawling intermittently......

The head of the Tokugawa family kicked the fence of the attic, and a man named Flying Tsubasa was lifted up by him and thrown off the roof. The other man, the timberwolf on Genma's side, fought with Tokugawa Mitsumasa on the roof of the attic for a while, but he couldn't match it. Subsequently, he was also forced by Tokugawa Mitsumasa to jump down from the attic......

Then, closer, a sound like 'left, right, left, right, right, ......' faintly heard through the dust of the explosion. Nguyen Thi Giet was half-leaning against the flower bed with his back to the scene. He could probably imagine what had happened at this time, based on what had happened before, that it was something he didn't want to believe, and it seemed more unbelievable than the submachine gun and the hand cannon.

However, things are turning around, and they are firmly shifting. After about two minutes, Griffith's body rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and the black long knife qi swept away the distance of five or six meters around him, cutting through a camphor plant beside the road. He roared, and the black knife, with the force of its spinning, broke the trunk of the tree and slammed it into the eggshell that the steel hand had woven with the light of the knife.

"Give me !!"

Then a loud crash spread out at the origin of the contact between the black knife and the eggshell, and a sharp and piercing roar scraped the ground fiercely. The clean pavement of the concrete floor cracked inch by inch, radiating in all directions, like the sun shining rays in all directions.

The eggshell composed of seven inches of light was violently dented under the tremendous impact, countless knives and light merged into one, Griffith and the steel hand were almost face to face, the black and bright knives were pressed together, and the muscles of the right arms of both sides were raised high, like a small mountain.

Then the man named Griffith shouted the words 'open for me' in a dull, buzzing voice, and the words seemed to carry strength, and the long black knife was swung out fiercely against the pressure of the seven-inch light and the entire body of the steel hand.

Then the huge wind formed a passage and the steel hand retreated, his feet on the concrete floor, pushing away the shallow slip marks as the man retreated. There are dust and stone chips from broken cement scattered in the rear......

Griffith exhaled heavily, and a beam of white gas in the shape of an arrow blurted out, shooting a distance of two meters before dissipating. He slowly retracted his stance, and the long knife spun unhurriedly in a circle, hanging low again, pointing to the ground.

At the same time, Steel Hand stood still in the cement-colored pile of dust and stone chips, white smoke emitting from the feet of his leather boots, and the high heat formed by friction burned the leather part of the shoes, and the smell of burnt protein suddenly filled the entire space.

The man remained in a half-crouching position, the knife in his hand standing in front of him. His eyebrows and head were drooping, and his long hair was scattered and covered. At the same time, Griffith looked at him, his qi pulling him, and he also raised his head, his two deep pupils radiating a cold glow, and his eyes were facing each other.

At this time, a light breeze rose on the small street, and the dust and smoke of the explosion blew in a cloud that covered the two men and their surrounding areas. Griffith and Steelhand's hair was blown up by the wind, and the long black knives slowly cracked in the wind......

"Griffith of Black Masquerade......" The latter's voice was muddy and heavy in the wind and smoke, he gasped, paused for a moment, and his voice lengthened: "Sure enough, it lives up to its name." ”

Griffith stood still, clutching his knife, noticeably more relaxed than the former. When these words came, he tilted his head and subconsciously pressed the handle of the black knife with his thumb. However, in the next second, the huge body of the steel hand and the clothes on the surface of the body collapsed in an instant. Blood burst out and spurted out, and blood flowed like a column. Between the torn clothes, countless incisions crisscrossed and densely appeared, and the man named Steel Hand was cut like this in a very short period of time. Finally, he couldn't support his body anymore and knelt heavily on the ground. Seven-inch light stood stubbornly, stuck into the ground, and was held by blood-stained hands.

Griffith looked at the man who was slowly kneeling on the ground, and then looked down at the black blade that had been broken again, and his expression did not move. This is not the first time that this long knife, made of advanced technology, has collapsed in battle. Although this black knife is easy to carry and can even be buckled around the waist as a belt, in terms of strength, there is still some room for improvement compared to the famous knife that has been inherited for hundreds of years and thousands of years. However, the famous knife is not as convenient as the black knife, especially after the security check......

Thinking so, he glanced at the seven-inch light, quite distressed, but his footsteps lifted and walked over.

From the point of view of the purpose of this visit to South Vietnam, the man of Steel Hand must die, but not at the hands of Griffith. At this time, the steel hand was still not dead after the crazy cutting of Griffith's Renzi knife technique, although if it was in the pool, it was the result of the big demon's deliberate hand.

The steel hand on the Genma side, as the direct culprit who caused the tragedy of the Tokugawa family, must die at the hands of the head of the Tokugawa family. This is something that was agreed upon before departure. Tokugawa Mitsumasa could tolerate the Great Demon defeating him, but he couldn't let him kill him. In fact, Griffith, who has an extremely practical personality, doesn't want to be a bird and cause too much trouble for the Black Kamen mercenary group. He still understands the truth of no.

Thinking of this, the big demon couldn't help but stop and looked at another battlefield in the middle of the long street.

At this time, the guard force of the Iron Hand of Long Street had basically been wiped out, and occasionally a few gunshots rang out, and they were quickly cleared. And the people brought by Griffith and Tokugawa Mitsumasa were coming out of the building in a scattered way.