Fujita Fengji's words came out, and the faces of Lang Xiao and Hua Qianyu changed at the same time.

Hua Qianyu shouted: "Lang Xiao, don't listen to him, this person is cold-blooded and ruthless, he won't keep his promise, besides, do you think you are dead, can I still live?" ”

Lang Xiao frowned and said, "If I don't listen to him, he will cut off your head, do you want me to watch you die?" ”

"Death is death, I have already seen it through, and I have experienced it, it is nothing."

Hua Qianyu said firmly, and there was also a hint of hatred in her eyes: "Just now below, he brutally killed the owner's family, this person is inhumane." ”

"Hahaha, if you want to talk about human nature, no matter how selfish and cruel I am, I can't compare to the soldier king trained in the concentration camp!"

Fujita Fuji was able to understand Huaxia and stood there sneering.

Hua Qianyu gritted her teeth and said: "You are the killer demon king, these are ordinary people, how can you do it?" ”

"Whoever stands in my way, kill! Whoever offends my dignity, kill! ”

Fujita Kazeji sneered: "Wild waves, I'll count three, if you don't care about her life or death, you can turn your head away and not look at it." ”

Lang Xiao said lightly: "No need, since you are so afraid of me, I will let you stab you." ”

Fujita Kaze's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer, but slowly raised the long knife in his hand.

Lang Xiao looked at Hua Qianyu and showed a hint of a smile.

He took out a dagger from his bosom, and without looking at it, stabbed himself in the thigh.

Poof!

The knife sank five inches into the flesh, blood splattered, but he didn't even frown.

"Hahaha, good, refreshing, really ruthless."

Fujita Fengji showed a smug look on his face, but he slapped Hua Qianyu's head with the back of the knife.

While!

Hua Qianyu didn't say anything, she just fainted.

Fujita Kazeji didn't look at her, but walked forward.

At this moment, he only has Lang Xiao in his eyes.

Lang Xiao's face turned pale, threw away the dagger, took out the ninja's spare gold sore medicine from his arms, poured it on top of the wound, and cut the clothes of a deceased man with a knife, wrapping it around his waist as gauze.

With a confident smile, Fujita Kazeji stood three meters away from Lang Xiao and watched him deal with his wounds.

"It seems that my cousin has taught you a lot of ninja skills, but he probably won't teach you the [Eighteen Swords of the Tempest] that has been passed down in our family!"

"Eighteen Swords of the Tempest, it is said to be very domineering, cultivated to a high level, and can even fight against the Desert Storm." Lang Xiao sighed and said: "Legend has it that five hundred years ago, when the Fujita family was still a Japanese country, they invaded my Ming Dynasty many times with this sword technique, but unfortunately, the people of the Fujita family are not as good as the generation, and until now, there are only a handful of people who have comprehended the thirteen swords. ”

Fujita Fuji frowned and said, "He even told you such secrets?" No wonder he died at your hands. ”

"No, that's what he told me before he died." Lang Xiao smiled weirdly: "You must not have thought of what his wish was before he died." ”

"What is it?"

Fujita Kazeji asked with some excitement.

"He said that I was the most suitable person to practice the Eighteen Swords of the Wind in a hundred years, and he also said that I was the only one who could have completely cultivated the Sword Technique, and his wish was that I would one day practice the Eighteen Swords and go to his grave to practice it for him."

"Impossible!"

Fujita Fuji shouted: "This is a family secret, it is impossible for him to tell you about this outsider, and it is impossible for him to pin his hopes on a traitor who killed him." ”

"Also, he said, he was relieved to die at my hands."

When Lang Xiao said this, he didn't mean to laugh at all.

Because, Tsuyoshi Fujita did say so at the beginning.

Perhaps, death is a relief for him.

But these words fell into Fujita Fengji's mouth, but it was completely a mockery of Chiguoguo.

He roared angrily: "Wild waves, I, Feng Er, swear here, that I must take off your head to comfort my cousin's spirit in the sky." ”

He didn't wait any longer, and kicked his feet the ground, like a runaway tank, rushing up with a gust of wind.

"The first slash of the wind, sweeping away all the demons in the world!"

Whoosh!

The long knife is like the blades of a fan, rotating into a net.

The blade swirled, bringing a whirlwind with a chill in the face.

The air seemed to be cut to pieces.

Lang Xiao's eyes were indifferent, his arm shook, and the long knife was in his hand, waving continuously.

Dangdang!

There was a violent crash, like a blacksmith striking iron.

The steel knives kept striking, and sparks flew everywhere.

Lang Xiao kept retreating.

This trick is very domineering.

Interlocking, as one.

With each spin, the force is greater than the first, as if stacking.

Lang Xiao was secretly surprised, this person's cultivation was really powerful.

Kameda fought him, and he was afraid that he would not be able to make a hundred moves.

Even if he was not injured, Lang Xiao did not dare to say that he was completely sure in the face of such a strong enemy.

After this first trick was performed, Lang Xiao had been forced to the corner of the rooftop.

Fujita Fengji's eyes flashed, murderous, and arrogant.

"Wild waves, that's all, killing my cousin must have used a sneak attack technique."

For Lang Xiao to kill Tsuyoshi Fujita, Fujita Fengji minds very much.

Although Lang Xiao was at a disadvantage, her expression was indifferent and there was no panic.

On the contrary, Fujita's heavy blow was like a sledgehammer slamming into his arms, and even his whole body through the steel knife.

This caused the heat flow in his body to gradually begin to boil and become active.

Lang Xiao didn't deliberately operate, but when her arms were exerted, the heat flow automatically gathered over.

There was a faint burst of heat in his hands.

The wound in the abdomen is healing at an alarming rate, not as Fujita Kazeji imagined.

"The second sword of the wind, kill all the fangs in the world!"

Fujita Fuji inhaled, and his energy condensed in his hands and arms.

Airplanes!

The long knife trembled automatically and let out a buzzing sound.

Kill!

Fujita Fuji unleashed his second sword, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

He leapt to his feet and slashed down with a volley.

It seems to be a simple knife, but in fact, it is condensed by several knives.

The blade vibrated in the air, rippling in a strange wave of sound.

The attack range shrouded by the blade skyrocketed to three meters, completely blocking all of Lang Xiao's retreats.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Langxiao's mouth, and she was not in a hurry.

He put his left hand on the railing, and jumped directly from the top of a tall building.

Touch!

The knife slammed into the railing.

The railing made of reinforced concrete is no different from a tofu block at the moment.

The long knife really sharpens iron like clay.

But what was slashed was more than one wound.

Three neat blade cuts appear at the same time.

The essence of this move is here, it seems to be one knife, but in fact it is three knives.

And the three knives came almost at the same time, which is equivalent to three masters attacking at the same time.

Fujita Kazeji was a little surprised.

He originally thought that Lang Xiao had been forced to this point, and there was no way back except for a desperate fight.

I didn't expect him to jump off the building directly.

This is a nine-story building, even if it is him, he does not dare to jump off directly.

(End of chapter)