Although Junichi Watanabe is one of the core figures of Nisaido, he rarely stays in Nisaido on weekdays, and he lives in his spacious villa.

At night, the cool breeze slowly blows, and Junichi Watanabe stands in the wide practice room, holding a wooden knife in both hands, his eyes covered with a strip of black cloth, he holds the katana upright to his face, his ears slightly erect, listening to the sounds around him.

Around Junichi Watanabe, there were five or six men dressed in black, each of these men was holding a wooden knife in his hand, suddenly, a man let out a low shout, the wooden knife in his hand had already slashed towards Junichi Watanabe, the speed was fast, although it was only a wooden knife, but with a might.

Just as this man attacked, the other men in black also attacked Watanabe Junichi at the same time.

Watanabe Jun snorted coldly, and the wooden knife in his hand was ready to be slashed out, just to split an oncoming wooden knife to the side, and his body followed and collapsed forward, and the wooden knife in his hand was cut out with his backhand and slashed at a man's waist.

It was obviously a wooden knife, but the man who was cut by the wooden knife had torn his clothes, and a shallow wound appeared on his waist, and blood quickly soaked out of it.

Before he could react, Junichi Watanabe had already kicked out with a kick and kicked him directly in the chest, and his whole person flew directly off the ground, flying straight out of two or three meters before falling to the ground.

The long knife in Watanabe Jun's hand slashed out one after another, although he was blindfolded, but the wooden knife in his hand was exactly the same as slashing or blocking those wooden knives that attacked from different angles, and then quickly launched a counterattack, between a few breaths, the men in black took off their weapons one by one, screamed and fell to the ground, and no one could stand up.

Junichi Watanabe tore off the strip of cloth that covered his face, looked at the opponent who fell to the ground, his face was very unhappy, and he snorted coldly: "A bunch of waste! ”

When the men heard Junichi Watanabe's reprimand, they couldn't care about their pain, and hurriedly got up from the ground, knelt on the ground respectfully, put their heads on the ground, and hurriedly pleaded guilty.

"Get out!"

Junichi Watanabe put the wooden knife in his hand on the shelf, snorted coldly, and the men who knelt on the ground all breathed a sigh of relief and quickly exited the practice room as if they had been amnestied.

Junichi Watanabe picked up a shiny katana on the shelf next to him, this is his weapon, called Black Moon, it is a rare good knife.

He clasped the black moon with both hands, took a pose, took a slight step forward, his katana was raised, his eyes were like electricity, he stared ahead, and the invisible murderous aura of his clothes rose up on his body.

After a long time, he took a heavy step forward, and the black moon in his hand slashed out heavily.

It's a simple straight slash, but the space in front of him seems to have a feeling of being split, and Junichi Watanabe's whole body is sharp, like a weapon that has opened the edge.

Watanabe Jun took a step further again and again, the momentum on his body rose again, he exhaled and slashed out again, this knife was much more powerful than the knife just now!

With the help of this step and knife, Junichi Watanabe mobilized his spirit and spirit and condensed it on the knife.

At the same time, a dark shadow approaches the gate of Junichi Watanabe's villa in the moonlight.

Sun Tianhai!

Sun Tianhai's whole person was like an unsheathed sword, walking slowly like this, with a killing aura all over his body.

The gate of the villa is an iron door, heavy and tall, Sun Tianhai walked slowly towards the iron gate, and the moment he approached the iron gate, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and directly turned into a streamer and fell on the iron door.

The bolt of the iron door was directly cut off under the cutting of Sun Tianhai's long sword, Sun Tianhai pushed it lightly, and the heavy iron door was pushed open, Sun Tianhai inserted his sword scabbard into the ground casually, and then buckled it on the wall next to him, and a large piece of bluestone fell into Sun Tianhai's hand, and with a pinch, it became a lot of broken stones.

Sun Tianhai walked slowly towards the interior of the villa like this, not in a hurry.

The opening of the iron gate alarmed the guards in the villa, and they rushed out of their guard positions one after another, all carrying long knives in their hands, and even a few guards holding a few Tibetan mastiffs more than half a person tall in their hands.

Far away, these people let go of the rope of the Tibetan mastiff, and the fierce Tibetan mastiffs suddenly pounced fiercely towards Sun Tianhai.

The corners of Sun Tianhai's mouth curled up slightly, and just when a few Tibetan mastiffs just pounced, the sword in Sun Tianhai's hand moved.

In the darkness, the sword light flickered, and then several Tibetan mastiffs fell from the sky.

When they pounced, their bodies were still intact, their eyes were still vicious, and they even maintained the ferocious appearance of their attacks, but when they landed, their bodies suddenly fell apart.

There was a panic in the crowd that surrounded them, and a few of the guards had already reached out to their waists, and when they pulled them back, they already had more black and shiny pistols in their hands.

Just before these guards with guns raised their muzzles, Sun Tianhai's left thumb had already flicked a few times, and with each flick, a gravel flew out, like a bullet, piercing the forehead or throat or heart of these guards with guns.

Several of the guards with guns rolled over and fell, and the remaining guards around them were immediately terrified.

They clenched the long knife in their hands, and looked at Sun Tianhai as if they were looking at the demon king, Sun Tianhai walked over slowly, and every time they took a step closer, their footsteps couldn't help but take a step back from the back.

Before he knew it, Sun Tianhai had approached the door of this huge villa.

The group of guards looked at the entrance of the villa behind them, thinking about Junichi Watanabe's ruthlessness, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts, let out a loud shout, clenched the long knife in their hands, and pounced towards Sun Tianhai.

The long sword in Sun Tianhai's hand moved, flashing with a smart cold light in the dark night, every time he revealed his figure from the air, it would always appear in a person's body, and the next moment it would disappear into the air, and then it would appear in another man's body......

Sun Tianhai's footsteps still did not stop, his face did not even change at all, when he passed through this group of people, this group of more than twenty people was no longer standing, all of them fell to the ground, everyone was hit by a sword, all of them were in a fatal position.

Throat or heart.

Sun Tianhai walked into the door of the villa, as if he knew where his target was, he just paused slightly, and walked towards the practice room where Junichi Watanabe was.

When Sun Tianhai walked into the villa, there were several panicked women who avoided Sun Tianhai from a distance, and Sun Tianhai only glanced at them, then directly passed them and walked inside.

A few minutes later, Sun Tianhai stood at the door of the practice room, paused slightly, his eyes that had not changed showed a little surprise, and then he casually threw away the gravel in the palm of his left hand, and then pushed the door open.

The door slowly slid open to the side, and at the moment when the door slid open, a cold light appeared directly in the air, like a moonlight falling from the sky, directly towards Sun Tianhai's head.

At the same time, a chilling killing machine, like the icy aura of the cold winter wax moon, instantly enveloped Sun Tianhai.

"Kill!"

Junichi Watanabe's screams reverberated in the air, and with his shouts, his ferocious slash slashed at the head.

Sun Tianhai faced this sudden attack, but he didn't seem to be surprised, the long sword in his hand had been picked up casually, and the knife was blocked, the power of this knife was very fierce, Sun Tianhai's long sword didn't seem to be able to stand this knife, and retreated with the knife split, but after retreating a little distance, the long sword seemed to be alive, and instantly flipped over, like a swimming dragon, with Watanabe Junichi's long knife slid heavily to the side.

Junichi Watanabe, a knife missed.

Junichi Watanabe took a step back and looked at Sun Tianhai in front of him vigilantly, although the two only fought such a move, but Junichi Watanabe's heart sounded the alarm.

The screams of the guards outside, he didn't hear it, but he already felt that there was just a person outside, so he didn't go out, but chose to wait here, a knife full of energy, ready to give the other party a head-on blow, as for those dead subordinates, they will die if they die, anyway, they are all useless rice buckets.

Sun Tianhai seemed to block Junichi Watanabe's knife that condensed his spirit very lightly, which made Junichi Watanabe extremely shocked, he held the black moon in his hand tightly, and stared at Sun Tianhai, as cold as a poisonous snake, as aggressive as a sharp blade: "Eight Geyalu, who are you?" ”

Sun Tianhai couldn't understand Japanese, and he didn't care if he could understand it, he just raised the sword in his hand slightly, and then hooked his fingers at Junichi Watanabe, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with a bit of obvious mockery.

Sun Tianhai's actions completely stimulated the fighting intent in Junichi Watanabe's heart, he glared at Sun Tianhai angrily, and the anger completely emanated into every cell in his body.

The opponent is a master, and he is quite a master!

Looking at the other party's outfit and demeanor, as well as the way he holds the sword, the other party seems to be a Chinese!

This person suddenly came to the door in the middle of the night, obviously to kill himself, did he offend this person?

Junichi Watanabe was sure that he hadn't seen this person, but he suddenly remembered his land that had just died, Yanagi Jiro, didn't Yanagi Jiro take on a mission and deal with one of the people who was Huaxia, could this person be that Huaxia's companion or elder?

Junichi Watanabe quickly understood Sun Tianhai's identity, he stared at Sun Tianhai with high spirits, and clenched the black moon in his hand hard.

"Huaxia people, since you're here, let's die here!"

With Junichi Watanabe's shout, he rushed towards Sun Tianhai quickly, and Sun Tianhai also greeted him.

Junichi Watanabe slashed out a knife, although this knife is simple, but it condenses all his strength, all his soul!

Inspired by Sun Tianhai, a master, Junichi Watanabe's knife is far beyond the usual level, and even Junichi Watanabe feels that after he splits this knife, he faintly has a sense of enlightenment.

This knife is the pinnacle of Junichi Watanabe's combat power!

Sun Tianhai's figure and Watanabe's figure were wrong, and a crisp sound sounded in the air, very crisp, but not very loud!

Sun Tianhai slowly turned around and stared at Junichi Watanabe, his eyes calm.

Junichi Watanabe maintained his posture of drawing a knife, and the black moon in his hand had been chopped off, but his body seemed to have turned into a stone statue, motionless.

After a few seconds, Junichi Watanabe slowly turned around, his face with unconcealed shock and horror, and a blush on his chest was constantly soaking and expanding.

Junichi Watanabe glanced down at his chest, and then at Sun Tianhai's long sword, which was still bright and not stained with blood, and a slight ugly smile as if he was crying appeared on his face.

"What a fast sword!"

The knife in Juni Watanabe's hand fell to the ground all of a sudden, and Junichi Watanabe fell to the ground weakly, and then his head hung down weakly, and he fell directly to the ground, as if kneeling down to Sun Tianhai, but Sun Tianhai knew that he was dead.

Junichi Watanabe's knife has indeed reached a certain level of fierceness, but Sun Tianhai did not have a hard encounter with Junichi Watanabe at all, at the moment when the long sword and the long knife touched, Sun Tianhai had already run the unloading trick and the turning trick, and slid away in an instant, and then a sword stabbed into Junichi Watanabe's chest.

Sun Tianhai's movements were very fast, and the sword also pierced into the heart and retreated, not penetrating, but it was just fatal.

Sun Tianhai glanced at the dead Watanabe Junichi twice, turned around and walked out, and soon appeared at the door of the villa, picked up the scabbard inserted in the door, put the sword into the scabbard, and then slowly walked outside, and quickly disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never appeared.

……

In the black car, Yang Hao sat in the back seat, looking at the master walking in the dark, his eyes showed a little excitement.

Sun Tianhai opened the car door, got into the car, and a young man started the car silently, and the car started silently and walked slowly.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Sun Tianhai looked at the excited Yang Hao, and said lightly: "His strength is a little weaker." ”

When Yang Hao heard Sun Tianhai say this, he knew that Junichi Watanabe was mostly whitewashed, and said with a smile: "He also bullies and bullies ordinary people, the master will make a move, he must be unlucky." ”

Sun Tianhai snorted coldly and said, "If he makes a move with you, you are not his opponent!" ”

Yang Hao stretched his face and said helplessly: "How old is that old guy, how many years have I practiced knives, how old am I." ”

Sun Tianhai snorted coldly: "Your enemies won't tell you about their age, this time when I go back, I will take the time to keep an eye on you, if your progress does not meet my requirements, I don't mind using some special means to spur you." ”

When Yang Hao heard this, his face suddenly turned three points white, in the past few months, Yang Hao had learned Sun Tianhai's special methods many times, and every time he was dead and alive, life was better than death......

"Yes, master, I will definitely try to meet your requirements."