The bullet pierced through the huge white ceiling in the living room, and the golden lampshade was staggered, loosening one of the ceiling's chains, and staggering in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The cake and wine glasses used for Uncle Rong's New Year were crushed into shy crumbs in the storm of metal.

A waitress in a black vest and a white shirt with a plate had just walked back to the hall from the outside and was about to open the door when she was plugged by the oncoming bullets.

And those ZTE elites with short knives and blades in their hands, in front of these regular 'soldiers' who are armed to the teeth and are painstakingly run by Daqingshan, are as fragile as tofu dregs, and in a short period of time, they are beaten to pieces, and their limbs and palms are flying together.

Besides, the people of Daqingshan came prepared and armed to the teeth. The target before the attack was to use the black mask and the silver soul and the big demon as an imaginary enemy, and in terms of configuration and tactics, it was obvious that the high-end was cautious, and it was used to clear the small miscellaneous fish in the center, which was a bit big and useless.

The crossed lines of fire tore through the human body and set the hall on fire, and Yamato Ichisuke in a black trench coat strode forward, his trench coat was still dripping, and forty or fifty paces apart, Griffith got up from the couch and looked this way.

The two Zhongxing men who were a little crazy by the sudden attack happened to pass by the front and left of Yamato Ichisuke, and saw Yamato in a trench coat walking over in a rain of flames and guns, thunder, and bullets, the fierce light on his face flickered wildly, and he roared and pounced with a short knife.

"......"

"Choke."

The cloak was raised, and Yamato Kazusuke slowly returned the long knife as he walked, one of his hands raised and hidden in the cloak......

The man continued to walk forward, and behind him, the two Zhongxing big men were slowly falling, and with a light touch on the ground, they split into four petals.

"Captain Gintama ......."

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It took less than five minutes from the time Yamato Kazusuke led the elite of Aoyama into the hall to the time they killed all the people who stood in their way.

In a country like China, where gun control is extremely strict, taking out so many high-performance weapons at one time, no matter how you look at it, it is enough to cut melons and vegetables against anyone.

The short man standing in front of Griffith was rarely hit by a firearm, but at this time, the more than seventy elites of ZTE that he used as a confidence had already been killed and wounded.

The boss of Zhongxing's hall stood there at a loss, his curly hair flattened in the wind, and then the man known as Yamato Ichisuke walked up, Begonia subconsciously took a step back, and then the young head of the black mask on his back crossed him and walked directly in front of the man in black.

"It's fast, Yamato-kun."

Taking off the hood, the middle-aged uncle slowly pulled out the knife from his waist, his eyes were cold.

He held the scabbard with his left hand and the handle with his right hand, and swung silently, between the handle and the blade, a two- or three-centimeter-long iron-white reflection reflected from the blade.

"Captain Gintama ......

Let's divide the winners and losers. ”

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The elite of Daqingshan surrounded the entire dining room, and they cleared the battlefield and guarded the door.

The people in the hall were basically cleaned up, and on the other side of the entrance, there was a bearded man with a gun in Daqingshan. He gathered the crowd together, squatted together, and locked them in the room with chains.

The people in the black mask quickly rushed over from the place where they had been 'ambushed' at the beginning to prepare to increase the number of personnel, but they were dragged by the people of Daqingshan, and they were shot hot, and it seemed that they could not expect to rush to the hall to increase the number of people for a while.

And the Black Mask Man is not so much an ambush as a standing lineup when the head Gintama is out. Yamato Kazusuke acted stealthily and swiftly as the wind, and Griffith actually didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to find him.

But this matter happened to be in line with Riffith's mind, he was left alone and blocked here, and Yamato Ichisuke drew his sword, as he said, it was obvious that there was going to be a winner.

Pulling out the belt around his waist and shaking, the high-tech alloy material quickly solidified and crystallized into a black knife with a length of about one meter after being cold.

Griffith held the hilt of his sword, the blade slightly against the ground, and he walked lightly around the perimeter of Yamato Ichisuke, who had already taken a huge stance.

The blade dragged to the ground, and he said as he walked.

"Once upon a time there was a man who used a knife very much like you, with good knife skills, little speech, and a ...... tendon"

"And then he died......"

"I killed it."

The big demon said here and smiled, the tip of his knife was slightly raised, as if he was teasing something, but in the afterglow, the middle-aged uncle who was alive and well-connected with the sword was pushing the knife holder and slashing over.

With a 'bang', Griffith held the handle of the opponent's knife with one hand, and pressed the other hand against the back of the knife, exerting force little by little, pressing up.

Yamato Ichisuke also pushed the entire knife holder, and between the collision of strength and power, the man took a step back, and then raised his hand to cut again.

With a 'poof', the blade of the knife cut through the coffee table made of marble slabs in the living room, and the man from the black mask jumped a small step after stepping on the tabletop, and in the light of the knife that followed, the marble table top was neatly cut and divided into two sections.

The man put away his long knife in front of the shattered marble, and he swung away again, the blade forward, and the air froze in the momentum before exploding.

Griffith's little jump hadn't yet landed, and right in front of him, the momentum that had extinguished the air had already been spreading.

The big demon's face changed, he suddenly curled up his body, his hands and feet were protected in front of his chest, in the blazing momentum, Griffith was slashed three times in a turtle-like posture, and then the human body fell to the ground, he stepped over a table, and cut two white marks on the ground.

The black knife fell shallowly to the ground, and Griffith lowered the arm that protected his chest and abdomen......

His shirt was torn open by the sword, and his muscultur, sturdy arms were cut white, but they didn't hurt their muscles.

Griffith stretched his body completely, and in the light-filled living room, he smiled with a grateful expression.

Interesting......

Subconsciously pinched the long knife in his hand, Yamato Ichisuke frowned slightly, in the previous attack, the long knife cut through the sleeve like a bamboo, and then touched the skin, and the touch of cutting came.

It was thick and rigorous to the touch, like fresh black cowhide, or strips of canvas soaked in water......

'Good knife technique. ’

The Great Demon reopened the black knife, and he pulled off the strip of cloth on his shirt that was cut and drooped down, and in the measurement between the cuts and the cuts of the strip of cloth, he saw the exquisite treachery of the other party's knife technique passed on to the Living Heart School.

The middle-aged uncle from Daqingshan did not speak, he moved the knife edge forward, posing in a straight line, and the posture and momentum of his body were spread out in vain. The invisible pressure swirled around his feet, and seemed to form a small circular cyclone around it.

The posture that Yamato Ichisuke posed at this time is the starting style of the Living Heart Flow Knife Technique inherited from Edgeworthai, and it is the basic posture that pursues faster efficiency and speed than the sword drawing technique to kill the enemy, and has a sense of depth and historical precipitation.

Griffith, who had once killed the second-order streamer with his own hands, slowly stepped forward, and his body, which had been strengthened by the original Douglas protein, was adjusted into an exaggerated relaxed and streamlined shape under the terrifying muscle self-control ability.

Between the swordsman and the swordsman, the distance of one centimeter is enough to tell the difference between life and death.

Griffith crossed over the severed coffee table, and the black knife was held up in front of the tip of his nose, splitting the entire face in half.

"Dual-Item Imaginary ......"

The voice of nothingness resounded in the hall, and the young 'leader' from the black mask stood in front of Yamato Ichisuke of Edgeworthai, the black knife on the tip of his nose splitting into countless handles like a peacock opening a screen. With the handle as the center of the circle, a magnificent black ring is formed.

Between the black knife and the black knife, the small gap exposed was the slender and upright body of the man, the man's backlight was evil and dazzling, and the dark silver pattern coiled and extended between the eyebrows, the shape of which was like a branch that was struggling to grow and break free.

At the same time, the man named Yamato Ichisuke also liberated the power flowing in his body, and the crazy killing thoughts flowed through every nerve ending in his body, he raised his head humbly and arrogantly, only one foot, and between the windbreaker and the windbreaker, a huge sharp blade tore through the air and slashed forward.

However, Griffith, who had already driven the vision of the sword, just stood in front of him with the handle of the knife with one hand, and the black round wheel appeared in front of his bewitching face, and the sound of nothingness came from a long distance, Griffith let go of the hand holding the knife and gently patted the center of the black knife wheel.

Black light, a black light with a black knife wheel as the diameter suddenly shot straight out.

The middle-aged man with the knife slashed the column of the sword light with great momentum, and the black and white light rushed away on both sides of him, like an oval stone that flowed through the center of the river in a huge flood.

However, Yamato Ichisuke's sword momentum was unstoppable, and he slashed the 'river', but the black light that followed him came up again. The sword qi was overflowing, and the man roared and swung the knife and was about to cut again, but he was hit by the invisible knife qi and flew up.

The cylindrical black light pierced through the middle-aged uncle of Mikenzhai, overflowed the stone chairs and sofas in the living room, and the two sturdy guards who were fighting between Daqingshan and the hotel, and flew through the glass to an unknown distance.

The man in the black trench coat was slashed high above his head, his trench coat unfurled, like a blooming darkness, hunting in the air.

And those objects that were hit by the black pillar of light seemed to be pressed the button to stand still in vain, and the body of the person in the fight stiffened, and then the hotel security guard with a loaded gun turned his head to look this way, his face confused.

Then, everything in the black pillar of light, in the arc of an instant, all turned into powder.

In front of Griffith, under the man flying high above his head, a huge circular passage more than two meters wide evaporated half of the sofa, stone chairs, human bodies and glass.

Bidirectional......

Empty thoughts!

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