"You haven't killed anyone, have you?" As the Crouching Tiger Mountain Gardening Farm got closer and closer, Zhen Cheng suddenly slowed down, turned his head to look at Huo Qingluan and Beichen Jingshu, and asked solemnly.

"Isn't it the same as killing a big rat?" Huo Qingluan said lightly, "Last time you killed someone on the west side of Crouching Tiger Mountain, haven't I seen it too!" I'm fine! ”

"Then I'm fine!" Beichen Jingshu hurriedly said, "I'll just close my eyes and kill it!" ”

"If you close your eyes, then you should wait here to meet us, or just go back!" Zhen Cheng looked at Beichen Jingshu and said with a smile, "The last time you fought you at the Hanmang inaugural meeting, I knew that you couldn't kill!" ”

"Nonsense! If you don't run away later, it's strange if I don't shoot you to death! Beichen Jingshu heard Zhen Cheng mention the embarrassing competition, and her cheeks were still hot in the night. He shook his fist and said, "When I was a child, I heard my master talk about the invasion of my Huaxia by the Japanese people, and this time I thought of them as big villains, and if they kill them, they can save good people, so it's done!" ”

Zhen Cheng didn't speak again, because the tall figure of Shiro Yamamoto had already appeared in front of Zhen Cheng!

Mo Yanchou, Yan Da, Yan Er and Zhen Cheng have always been far away, and when they saw Zhen Cheng stop, the three of them quickly caught up in the blink of an eye.

"I'll deal with this Shiro Yamamoto! There are more than 20 high-level warriors on that side, and you need the five of you to resist and kill, wait until you listen to my orders, no one can be greedy for merit! Seeing Shiro Yamamoto holding a katana with a pretending to be X, Zhen Cheng reached out and took out the black sword from his pocket.

In the dark night, the black corpse seemed to have merged with the night, exuding bursts of killing intent. Looking at Zhen Cheng's majestic appearance in the cold wind, Beichen Jingshu clenched her fists and secretly swore that she must not embarrass Zhen Cheng.

"Go ahead, I'll help take care of the two girls!" Yan Da, who broke through the small consummation in the late stage of the ground level, was more confident in his tone. Glancing at Zhen Cheng, Yan Da rushed straight towards the more than twenty high-ranking samurai behind Shiro Yamamoto.

"Kill!" Zhen Cheng tapped the ground with his toes, and after a beautiful take-off, the black corpse mixed with the whistling sound of the cold wind struck straight towards Shiro Yamamoto's chest.

"Jingle Bell—" A dark shadow streaked, and the sound of gold and iron clashing in the silence of the night.

Zhen Cheng in the dark night, his long hair was flying, like a god of war who traveled from ancient times. After the first sound of gold and iron clashing, Shiro Yamamoto's body and behind him were full of shadows of the black and shiny judge's pen.

Piercing, pointing, picking, stabbing, poking, the pen is ruthless, and the move is deadly.

Piercing the throat, the fairy leading the needle, the white ape offering fruit, stealing peaches at the bottom of the leaves, the double butterfly dancing flowers, Zhen Cheng's moves, one move is faster than one move, sometimes rising up, sometimes falling to the ground to attack; After a period of fierce pursuit, Shiro Yamamoto's huge body was quickly driven out of the gardening field by Zhen Cheng.

One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion!

After a period of fierce pursuit, Zhen Cheng certainly achieved his goal, but the internal force consumed was also extremely huge. After the swift attack like the wind, Zhen Cheng suddenly stopped his body and looked at Shiro Yamamoto in front of him, who had a cold and arrogant face, without the slightest hint of panic or fear.

Zhen Cheng's forehead was sweating, but Shiro Yamamoto looked at Zhen Cheng like a mountain.

The cold wind was howling, Shiro Yamamoto smiled contemptuously, and said slowly in Huaxia, "Although your Huaxia martial arts are broad and profound, they are just flower fists and embroidered legs!" Your attack is over, so I'll let you taste the taste of my Great Wa Country's famous blade "Demon Sword Village Rain"! ”

Shiro Yamamoto has been using the scabbard to block Zhen Cheng's judge's pen. Choosing a slightly higher terrain to stand, Shiro Yamamoto pulled the scabbard with a respectful expression.

"Village rain? One of the thirty-six famous knives of the Wa Kingdom! Zhen Cheng remembered a story he saw when he followed Diana to learn Chinese in a high-risk prison.

Murayu is also known as Murayu Maru, and according to legend, when this knife is pulled out to kill, the blade with a murderous aura will condense with dew. After killing someone, water will flow out of the blade to wash the blood. This scene is like the village rain washing the leaves, so the knife is called "village rain". Because the knife is too murderous, it is also called "Demon Knife Village Rain".

The way to verify the authenticity of the village rain is to draw the knife out of the sheath and swing the knife in the air. If there are water droplets oozing out during the swing of the knife, then it is a real knife.

When Zhen Cheng was stunned, a white light flashed, and with the help of the starlight, Zhen Cheng saw the large water droplets on the knife rolling down.

"Knife Method!"

Shiro Yamamoto roared, and an elephant suddenly appeared in front of Zhen Cheng who was sprinting towards him with all his might, and the two long tusks turned into demon knife village rain, shaking the mountains and swept towards Zhen Cheng's whole body.

Shiro Yamamoto under the starry sky, the sleeves of his arms shattered in the blink of an eye, and the sound of the shattered air like a ghost crying wolf completely enveloped Zhen Cheng.

The blade xiangshang, which holds the back of the target, is a thrust that reduces wrist and elbow damage in an instantaneous thrust. A master of the standing knife method, the arm strength and impact force can make the blade made of steel bend and shatter!

The shock of the rain in the demon knife village has not yet dissipated in Zhen Cheng's heart, and Shiro Yamamoto's powerful sword has already come. It's too late to resist hard, and if you retreat, the lethality of the Murayu Demon Knife may affect Beichen Jingshu, who is fighting not far behind him.

"Frozen in the world!" Zhen Cheng's judge's pen suddenly changed from one to two, and the judge's pen pulled by spider silk, under the urging of Zhen Cheng's internal force, shot Shiro Yamamoto's eyebrows like a bullet.

"Let's go!" The rain in the demon knife village suddenly turned snow-white, and Shiro Yamamoto's posture of rushing forward was blocked. A piece of condensed ice fell from the rain in the Demon Knife Village, as if it had suddenly put an end to this fierce fight.

Shiro Yamamoto flashed a trace of annoyance in his eyes, quickly retreated, and looked down in distress to check his love knife.

"Close!" Zhen Cheng's wrist shook slightly, and the black man obediently withdrew it, once again merging with the judge's pen in his hand.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you!" Shiro Yamamoto found that the rain in the Demon Sword Village was covered with broken ice, and while gently wiping it with his broken sleeves, he said solemnly, "You are qualified to be my opponent Shiro Yamamoto!" ”

"Use your positive grip and side stab as well!" Zhen Cheng stared at Shiro Yamamoto's hands with all his attention, and said in a cold voice, "You are not worthy to come to our Huaxia to spread wild!" ”

"To match, or not to match, it depends on the result!" Shiro Yamamoto also seemed to have spent a lot of energy, and while wandering around Zhen Cheng to find the fighter, he sneered and said, "All of you Hanmang are going to die today!" ”

"It depends on whether you have the ability to do it!" There was a hint of panic in Zhen Cheng's eyes, because the implication of Shiro Yamamoto's words was that the Japanese people also sent people to attack Hanmang. I am here to fight against Shiro Yamamoto, and if I can't solve the battle quickly, it can only be more powerful against the Japanese people. The people of Swallow Lane and the Dragon Group can resist some masters, but can their own brothers who are cold can?

Shu is a master, but this crazy master is already an old man close to 100 years old after all, can it work at the critical moment?

"Ahh

"Side-stabbing method!" Zhen Cheng's distraction was instantly grabbed by Shiro Yamamoto, and with a loud roar, the village rain demon knife in Shiro Yamamoto's hand slashed at Zhen Cheng sideways.

"Ding Dong-" Zhen Cheng gathered up his strength, and the judge's pen collided with Shiro Yamamoto. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Beichen Jingshu behind him, and saw Beichen Jingshu's front and back or down, or lying unconscious five or six samurai of the Wa Kingdom, one of the samurai to the katana, Zhengming swayed on the shoulder, Beichen Jingshu was pale and slightly open her mouth, not knowing what to do.

"Kill them!" With the power of Yamamoto Shiro's horizontal split, Zhen Cheng rose into the air, and the judge's pen in his hand quickly turned into two, drawing a beautiful arc and shooting towards Yamamoto Shiro.

"You dare!" Shiro Yamamoto saw the pale Beichen Jingshu subconsciously picked up the katana under his feet, roared, the sound shook the mountain, and the village rain demon knife in his hand flashed two white lights, blocking the attack of Zhen Cheng's judge's pen, and quickly rushed towards Beichen Jingshu's body.

"Ahh

"Ahh

There were four screams in a row, two were the voices of the Japanese warriors who were pierced through the chest and abdomen, and two were the frightened screams of Beichen Jingshu, whose body and face were bursting with the blood of the Japanese people.

"Ding-dong--" Zhen Cheng's judge pen collided with the demon knife village rain repeatedly, and Shiro Yamamoto's figure once again withdrew from the garden.

"Ahh

"Slash-ah-"

"Ahh

Shiro Yamamoto's roaring figure rushing forward was stopped by Zhen Cheng with a black corpse. Behind Zhen Cheng, there began to be a wail of the warriors of the Japanese Kingdom being killed and injured by Yan Da, Mo Yanchou and Yan Er.

Compared with Zhen Cheng's trembling, Beichen Jingshu's fear was terrifying, and Yan Da and the others were killed. Although Huo Qingluan was pale and holding a katana, the head of a Japanese samurai was spraying blood and rolling down.

"Gather!" Shiro Yamamoto's eyes were filled with hatred, and he yelled, reminding his stupid subordinates not to disperse. Six corpses lay on the ground, the smell of blood permeating the cold wind, and Shiro Yamamoto's heart dripped blood again.

"Retreat!" Zhen Cheng let out a low roar, and his figure quickly approached like Beicheng Jingshu, who was constantly wiping the blood on his hands with snow.

"Stop them!" Shiro Yamamoto gave a loud command in Chinese. But it's a pity that Zhen Cheng and others all performed light skills. Even if Zhen Cheng pulled Beichen Jingshu, the Luo Quanleg of the Japanese people still couldn't catch up with Zhen Cheng.

"Yaga!" Shiro Yamamoto angrily brandished the Murayu Demon Knife under the starry sky, roaring loudly to vent the resentment in his heart.

The night was still deep, and the cold winds did not become obedient because Christmas was approaching. If it weren't for the six corpses on the ground, it would be as if nothing had happened here.

"Yamamoto-kun, let's chase after it and kill all the Chinese people!" Kojimagawa, who was holding his left arm with his right hand, had hatred in his eyes and suggested loudly.

"You bastard! Bang Bang Bang-" Shiro Yamamoto waved his arm, slapped Kojima River in succession, and roared loudly, "Who told you to divide the encirclement?" Didn't I tell you not to separate? ”

"Hey!" Looking at the anger and fierce light in Shiro Yamamoto's eyes, Kojimagawa did not dare to resist in the slightest. Yan Da and Yan Er's flying knives were only lost a few times, and their brothers were divided!

If it is not dispersed, it will become a live target for throwing knives, and the casualties may be greater. But seeing Shiro Yamamoto's annoyance, Kojimagawa didn't dare to refute. Blood was drawn from the corners of his mouth, and he retreated without saying a word.

"Collect the corpse, eliminate the traces!" Shiro Yamamoto stopped what he was doing, ordered loudly, and then walked to his room angrily without saying a word.

It's not that Shiro Yamamoto didn't think about chasing him to Sparrow Villa to retaliate, but the conversation between Ouyang Xuan'er and Ouyang Chang'an came from the button on his chest, which made Shiro Yamamoto have to dispel this happy approach.