"Look at it, that's all the information about that person."

When Pei Yan said this, he casually took out a data bag from behind him and threw it over.

Bai Ze opened the bag, took out a thick stack of A4 paper inside, and looked through it hastily: "In the Edo period, the Ozawa family was just a small wandering samurai family under the jurisdiction of the Tokugawa shogunate, but now it has become one of the most influential top 100 families in the entire Samoto with the influence of the Beichen sword. In addition to the traditional kendo hall, the industry under its jurisdiction covers a wide range of fields such as electronics, machinery, chemicals, real estate, and banking, and Shinichiro Koizumi is the second son of the younger generation of the family. ”

Gently flicking the paper in his hand, Bai Ze suddenly opened his mouth and chuckled: "I really can't imagine that Beichen is a knife stream, and now it is actually carried forward in the hands of foreign families." I remember that the owner of this generation of the Ozawa family, Ozawa Hero, is known as a sword hero in this book, I don't know if I can see it because of this incident. ”

As soon as he made a move, he killed the second son of the Ozawa family, which was ranked in the top 100, but there was no trace of worry in his tone, but there seemed to be some sighing.

"What age is it, do you still think that our China is in the past, the little devils come to cause trouble, and they deserve to die."

Seeing that Bai Ze didn't mean to be worried, but was a little happy to see the hunt, Pei Yan also grinned, and smiled a little gloating.

He was also a lawless master, otherwise he wouldn't have taken Li Weijian to Bai Ze yesterday, originally because of Ozawa Shinichiro's death, he was a little worried about Bai Ze, and specially reminded him, but now when he sees that even Bai Ze himself is not serious, his heart is suddenly light.

Anyway, troublesome things, naturally there are people above to have a headache, this is China, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do it.

Just when Bai Zechen finished practicing and was about to leave with Pei Yan, in a manor on the outskirts of Tokyo, a white man in a loose kimono was holding a pistol in one hand and pointing at a middle-aged man kneeling on the ground wearing a black Taoist uniform and a knife at his waist.

He sat on his knees on the spotless floor, his eyes closed, a strip of white cloth tied around his head, and the knife stuck in his waist was jet black, and even the tightly wound cotton rope was black.

He didn't seem to know that two pistols were aimed at him not far from him, his breath was calm and quiet, and his whole person seemed to blend into the early morning air.

"Let's start, old friend, let me see if your marksmanship has improved over the years!"

After I don't know how long, the middle-aged man's eyes opened suddenly, and at that moment, his face was like a pool of stagnant water, and his face seemed to be filled with a huge amount of qi and blood, and in a blink of an eye, the whole person was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, and the edge was exposed.

His spine was as straight as loose, and his two hands began to gently cross on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his face became rosy and shiny, as if he had been coated with rouge, and the next moment his body shrugged forward slightly, and the two feet behind his hips supported the ground at once, strong as a bow.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and the white man on the opposite side didn't seem to have the meaning to reply at all, and as soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he immediately pulled the trigger expressionlessly, and two faint fires erupted from the muzzle of the black hole.

Although the muzzle velocity and penetration are not as good as the current M9 series, the pistol's 15.16-gram warhead produces a lethality that is difficult to match with the current 9mm bullet.

As long as you are shot by this kind of gun, within ten meters, even if you wear special body armor, even if the bullet is finally blocked, the huge impact force can still "smash" and crack your ribs, cervical vertebrae and sternum like a hammer. The scene of a shot flying man is by no means nonsense.

However, at this moment, as soon as the gunshot rang out, the middle-aged man who had been kneeling and sitting without moving, his spine bent and suddenly moved.

The black katana he had stuck in his waist jumped out with a swipe.

The bright sword light suddenly made the surrounding air seem to be much colder.

His person did not stand up completely, but moved his waist, bent his legs, half-knelt on the ground, and then flipped his wrist extremely quickly, and the moment his backhand was unsheathed, his arm and the long knife formed a straight line, and the rotation was a horizontal slash.

The blade of the knife, which was more than three feet long, brushed twice, and traversed the east and west in front of him at an unbelievable speed, drawing a crystal semicircle. Facing the newborn sunshine, it is so imminent.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Twice, the sound of the blade breaking through the air, almost at the same time drilled into the ear, as if tearing two thin pieces of paper, the middle-aged man's body moved with the sword, turned half a circle, but did not move under his feet, the two big hands holding the handle of the knife were dry and powerful, just stopped, pointed obliquely to the sky, and the ground crackled at this time and fell four bullets that had been cut in half.

With just a simple horizontal slash, almost all the angles of attack on the left and right in front of him were sealed, and the bullet with an initial velocity of more than two hundred and fifty meters instantly hit the blade, like a moth to a fire.

"Come again!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were deep, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, and the katana in his hand was still like a "deep mountain" after withstanding the powerful impact of the bullet, not moving at all, showing the strong strength and control of his body.

At the same time, the white man with the gun did not hesitate, raised his hand, and bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! ......, pulling the trigger, up and down, left and right, in an instant, another twelve bullets shot out of the chamber almost simultaneously. The gun in his hand was only seven bullets at full magazine, and seeing that his two shots were useless, the white man simply used the pistol as a submachine gun, and shot out the two magazines in his hand.

The bullets were like a torrent of steel, and the screams that tore through the air suddenly became one.

Although this is a pistol, it is not a powerful firearm, but at such a close distance, twelve rapid fires, the guns are all pointed at the same person, no matter how high the opponent's kung fu is, you can use a katana to split the bullet, as long as you are shot, you will be beaten into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye.

And the white man who was called an old friend by the middle-aged man was obviously not an ordinary person, and the first-hand pistol method was really terrible, although the person was not tall and strong, but he could easily offset the recoil brought by the two M1911s, and this was already the ideal level that a standard gunner could achieve.

At this moment, the white man's eyes were similarly narrowed into a thin line, and the pupil inside was the same as the tip of a needle. Although he is a foreigner and has not practiced the so-called "kendo", this does not delay him from understanding and interpreting this kind of equipment fighting technique that only exists in the East through some other means.

As far as he knows, although the sword of the book is not as varied and skilled as the legendary Chinese swordsmanship, since the swordsmanship of the Han and Tang dynasties was introduced from China to the book, the naked killing art of the sword has been in the evolution for a long time, forming a unique style of the book.

The harsh spirit of bushido is tragic and effective. The idea of "killing oneself to become a benevolent" originated in China seems to have become more popular in the world. Therefore, it is precisely because of this that many kendo schools in this book have always run through a kind of ruthlessness and danger of forgetting life and death in swordsmanship.

Moreover, the kendo masters of this book attach great importance to the training of their own spiritual will, and they believe that the techniques in swordsmanship are just a means to cultivate through hard practice. The only thing that can really control the situation of the battle and finally defeat the opponent is the firmness of the inner will.

Therefore, a true kendo master, everyone's heart and will are very strong.

They often practice swordsmanship with a mortal heart, and once they are successful in swordsmanship, they don't have to use their hands when they encounter an enemy, just with that momentum, they can already make most people frightened.

The two magazines, twelve 11.43 mm bullets, almost simultaneously sealed all the positions that could be dodged in the front of the opponent, just like the "ten thousand arrows fired together" in the ancient war, overwhelming, the killing machine, even the initiator himself when he pulled the last trigger, he was shocked to see it, and he couldn't help himself.

Comparing the heart to the heart, at this moment, the middle-aged man who was aimed at the bullet and was in the most central position could naturally imagine the pressure he was facing.

But in fact, this middle-aged man who has pinned his life on the way of the sword did not flinch at this time. On the contrary, there was an unprecedented burst of blazing light in his eyes, and in the face of such an almost mortal attack, his whole spirit and temperament underwent earth-shaking changes.

The moment the gunshot rang out again, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, his cheeks bulged one by one, and the whole person finally jumped up from the ground.

With a brush, his body seemed to lose its true form, and a series of afterimages seemed to be superimposed behind his body.

Immediately after, there was a roar like thunder in the air, and the middle-aged man's body instantly spread in all directions, and the high-pitched roar seemed to come faintly from outside the sky, although it was only an extremely short sound, but it was condensed and spread far away.

At the same time, the sword light flashed in the sky, and the middle-aged man was already holding the knife in both hands, and he slashed out a full twelve knives in one breath, either horizontally or straightly, and the twelve knives were practiced together, and they were split out almost in an instant. And the scene of this scene fell in the eyes of the white man not far away, he clearly saw twelve identical figures, each figure faced a direction and slashed fiercely, and then the twelve people closed in the middle at the same time, and when he looked again, the middle-aged man was already standing straight in place, and slowly inserted the knife in his hand into the scabbard.

"The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable!"

The skin on the middle-aged man's face is still very ruddy, his eyes are open, his eyes are sharp, his figure seems to be ten points taller, his limbs are stretched, and he moves freely.

He said this as he put his knife back into its sheath, and then he saw a crackle, broken bullet raining down on the ground in front of him. For a while, the scene was still, and the bearing was calm, which made people can't help but feel broken.

(To be continued)