Inu Sheng casually brushed the broken knife in his hand, and pulled up a series of knife flowers, which once again proved that he was more ferocious than the wolf.

Especially when he stared at the cherry blossoms on the island, the lewd gaze kept sweeping back and forth on her face, chest, waist and long legs, the tension and fear that she was the prey was even stronger.

Sakura Ueshima couldn't help but slowly stretch out the hands holding the broken knife, and her slender fingers clenched harder.

Her action completely exposed her lack of confidence.

"Beauty, you're dead."

Just when Jiro Koyama saw Sakura Uejima's action, his short and thick brows furrowed, Inubu walked over with a grin.

The broken knife in his right hand dragged it to the ground very casually.

The sharp blade made a long scratch on the wooden floor, making a slight, but piercing rustle.

This kind of sound makes Sakura Uejima almost crazy.

Thin beads of sweat erupted from her smooth forehead, and she couldn't control it anymore, and slowly took a step back.

Don't look at this small step, but it represents the confidence of Sakura on the island, which was completely crushed by the dogs.

A person is in a life-and-death duel, but she doesn't even have the confidence to win, so why should she not die?

Koyama Jiro's brow furrowed even tighter.

Gala, who felt the fear of Sakura Uejima, pressed her right hand back on the handle of the gun.

"Hehe, beauty. Actually, you shouldn't have agreed to the request of that old man, my uncle, to fight me. Because, you are far from being my opponent. Are you particularly nervous and scared right now? Don't deny it, I can tell from the changes in your pupils. ”

When Inu Sheng walked three meters in front of Sakura Uejima, he finally raised his knife as well.

The movement of his knife was exactly the same as that of Sakura Uejima, carrying it three inches beyond the shoulder blade of his right shoulder.

After many generations of predecessors of the broken knife flow, it was determined that only by placing the knife in this position can the knife be the fastest, the most awkward, the most powerful, and the least air resistance.

The cherry blossoms on Uejima are moving again.

This time, she didn't back down.

She knew very well that if she took another step back, the confidence she held on to would collapse.

The harsh training of the past six months will be in vain.

She would throw away the broken knife, collapse to the ground, cover her face with her hands, cry like a woman who has died her husband, and let the dog cut off her beautiful head!

Although then she will be able to see her love.

But there is no doubt that it is definitely not what Li Nannan, who is watching her from the sky, wants to see.

He hopes that after his death, she will be stronger and can firmly control the largest drug trafficking organization in the East to keep her love.

Therefore, no matter how scared she is, Sakura Ueshima can't take half a step back.

She held a knife in both hands and walked sideways.

The sweat on her forehead slipped down her eyes, drowning a little painfully, and her vision was a little blurred.

When he looked at Inusheng again, he was no longer Inu, and he was not even a person.

It's a demon with a hideous face and a bloody mouth.

The words spoken by Inu Sheng at this time sounded to the ears of Sakura Ueshima, as if they were coming from the deepest part of hell.

"Beauty, I advise you to put down the knife. It's just because I really don't want to kill a charming woman like you. A beauty like you is born to prostrate in front of powerful men, waiting to be conquered. ”

Inu's eyes grew brighter and brighter: "You're lucky, I happen to be a strong man - give you ten seconds to think about it." If you don't want to die, throw down your knife, take off your clothes, and crawl at my feet like a in Asakusa. ”

The words that the two of them said before the duel, even if they were nonsense, were not nonsense.

Because whatever they say can have a certain impact on the psychology of the enemy.

It's better to be angry.

Anger is the best weapon that consumes people's senses.

Without sanity, there is no longer a scary.

With Inu's words, the horizontal steps of the cherry blossoms on the island slowed down significantly.

The smile in the eyes of the dog was even more.

He knew that the woman's heart was disturbed by what he said.

Don't worry about messing up, and it's about to collapse!

Otherwise, she would never have slowly left the handle of the knife with her left hand, grabbed the white silk at her waist, and pulled it slowly.

Then, with the dark clouds of black judo suit, it slipped from her white shoulders, revealing her bewitching body.

Under the wide judo suit, there is actually a vacuum.

Beauty.

A suffocating beauty.

Not only Inu, Gala and the four younger brothers were stunned, and even the corners of Koyama Jiro's mouth moved rapidly.

But he immediately lowered his head.

The Broken Knife Flow is regarded as an evil sect by other schools in the East, and there must be such and such unpleasant places, but it is only in the aspect of "sex", and the requirements are very strict, and it is never allowed to teach the congregation, and have evil thoughts about women who do not want to serve.

Dogs are regarded as scum, and they are guilty of this rhythm.

The body of Sakura Ueshima is so beautiful.

Even during this time, Jiro Koyama, who had already accepted several junior high school students, was a little overwhelmed after seeing it.

He was afraid that he would have evil thoughts about Sakura on the island because of this, so he quickly bowed his head and continued to maintain the demeanor that his predecessors should have.

Sakura Uejima didn't take off all her clothes.

Just the upper body.

White silk wrapped around her waist again, so that the black judo suit hung upside down below her knees like a long skirt.

She slowly turned sideways, revealing the black python tattoo behind her, and a cruel smile appeared in her eyes as she looked at the dog.

"As long as you can kill the opponent, whatever trick you use!"

This sentence was solemnly told by Jiro Koyama before he began to teach her the Broken Knife Flow stunt that she needed to keep in mind.

Beauty, is it a trick?

Not counted.

Beauty, however, is one of the most powerful weapons.

Especially when Inu Sheng saw the evil black python behind the cherry blossoms on Ueshima, his eyes widened.

There was saliva running down the corner of his mouth.

She is a woman with a charming body, a bewitching figure, a charming appearance, and her skin is better than snow, and she has such an evil python tattooed on her back - Nima's, so why don't you let men live?

Of course, Sakura Ueshima doesn't want dogs to live!

"Yikes!"

Just as Inu's eyes were staring at Sakura Ueshima's back, wandering out of the world, imagining the fragrant scene of her gentle and mournful cry beneath him, a sharp shout sounded like thunder in his ears.

Almost at the same moment, a cold wind hit the face!

"It's not good, this girl is lustful, seducing me, to distract me!"

The dog suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly raised his knife, and opened his eyes to look.

He saw that the beautiful woman with fruit on her upper body quickly became smaller, and he only saw the silhouette of the black python on her head and the clotted back, but he saw the ceiling lamp on the ceiling above the training hall, which turned out to be the trademark of the "Sakura" brand.

Like, there was also a bloody arrow, rushing upwards from one of the necks.

"Who is the man who has no head?"

When this thought came to Inu's mind, his head had already fallen rapidly, landing on the wooden floor, and the ball bounced a few times like that, and jumped in front of Sakura's feet on Ueshima.

"What a beautiful pair of little feet."

Inu Sheng actually said this sentence completely.

He still had a sentence before he could say it: "Can I lick it with my tongue?" ”

His eyes were fixed at a certain angle, and his face was full of admiration.

The headless corpse of Inubu happened to face the cherry blossoms of Uejima when he fell forward after a moment of silence.

After a stream of blood arrows rushed out, the "flow rate" of blood spurting out of the broken neck was obviously weakened a lot.

But it was enough to spray the cherry blossoms of Uejima into blood.

"Whew."

After letting the neck of the headless corpse slash over its chest and fall to its feet, it collided with its head, and only then did Sakura Ueshima close her eyes and let out a long breath.

Smack, smack!

There was monotonous applause, which rang out from inside the empty training ground.

But it was Jiro Koyama who was high-fived and congratulated Sakura on Ueshima for being able to perform his most proud trick of "sweeping thousands of armies like a sweep".

He didn't think that the way Sakura Uejima killed Inusheng was a trick and a rei.

He only valued two people, who survived in the end.

More important, when the cherry blossoms on the island slashed out that knife, the incomparably powerful nirvana!

He was very happy with the schoolgirl.

Because in the heyday of his kung fu, he was able to use this trick to such a point.

Jiro Koyama, Uejima Sakura has been completely reborn since then.

Being able to train a beautiful woman into a cruel and cruel cold-blooded killing machine is the greatest achievement for Jiro Koyama.

He decided, for the rest of his life, he would stay by Sakura Uejima's side and be willing to be her bodyguard.

Such a woman is worthy of Jiro Koyama, who is tired of living in a paradise, to follow.

Even the head and junior brother of the Broken Knife Flow are willing to follow the cherry blossoms on the island, let alone Gala and the others?

At the moment when the dog's head flew up, it remained in the depths of the hearts of Gala and others, and the last trace of disdain for her also disappeared.

The high-fives between Gala and the four younger brothers also rang out.

After putting the broken knife on the knife holder with both hands, Sakura Uejima, who seemed to have been reborn in blood, put on her judo uniform again, turned to look at Jiro Koyama, and said lightly: "In the future, find a few more such people to practice swords." ”

"Hello."

Jiro Koyama, who quickly adjusted his mentality, like a subordinate, gave orders to Sakura Uejima, bent his waist ninety degrees deeply, and his tone was sonorous.

Raising his hand to wipe his face, Ueshima Sakura stretched out her little fragrant tongue, gently licked the blood on her hand, opened her mouth and sucked half of her thumb in her mouth, her eyes flowed, and she glanced at Gala and the others.

The five people of Gala couldn't help but shudder and bent down in unison.

Sakura Uejima walked calmly, barefooted with a pair of bloody snow, and walked to the bathroom.

"She's completely changed. This is the final version of the female demon cultivation plan that Jiro Koyama said, right? ”

Gala glanced at each other with her four companions, and when she shivered again, she didn't know that Sakura Ueshima was lying on the bathtub, vomiting wildly.

Tears, snot, too, came out.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she won't look too good when she vomits.

Thankfully, no one saw it.

Just as no one knows, the tears that Sakura Uejima shed at this time were not because they were uncomfortable when they vomited, but because they were afraid.

I don't know how long it took, but Sakura Uejima, who almost vomited out of bile, lay limply in the bathtub, staring blankly at the ceiling with her eyes.

The water in the bathtub has turned pink.

People are always staring at a place, and if they look at it for too long, they will hallucinate.

Sakura Ueshima saw that face.

She had thought about it in the past, and she would continue to think about it in the future, but she would never see it again.

"Li Nannan, are you okay over there?"

The corners of Sakura Uejima's mouth moved, and when she closed her eyes, crystal tears ran down the corners of her eyes and dripped into the pink water.

There was a distinct whimper in his voice: "I don't want to be like this." I just want to be a little woman lying in your arms like a cat. ”