Fujita Fengji didn't hesitate at all, and stepped forward to kick out.

Rumble!

A section of the one-meter-and-five-long railing was directly kicked off by him and fell down.

His man followed suit, and looked forward.

Suddenly, a cold light whistled from below, heading straight at his neck.

Fujita Fuji sneered, and seemed to have been prepared for a long time.

While!

As soon as the long knife in his hand was erected, and his body leaned back, he accurately blocked Lang Xiao's fatal knife.

Lang Xiao grabbed a curved steel hook on the floor slab below with one hand, and her body hung in the void, swinging with the wind.

This knife is like a natural stretch of the body, without any warning, but it is extremely powerful.

With this knife, his body was already flying like catkins.

The toe of his right foot had hooked a pit on the roof, and he turned over and stood on the edge of the roof.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly burst into hot essence.

"Little devil, it's not more than three things, I've already let you make three moves, now it's up to me."

The hilt of the knife he pinched emitted a burnt smell.

There seemed to be a heat on the entire blade.

At this moment, Lang Xiao felt that his blood was burning, breeding an incomparably powerful force.

This power made him more confident and more violent.

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

Lang Xiao roared.

When he used this move, Fujita Kazeji's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that Fujita Gang would actually teach the family mastery to a Chinese person!

That alone would have left him dead.

The aura of the idol is collapsing, and the impact it brings has greatly affected Fujita Fuji's mind.

At this moment, seeing Lang Xiao display the [Eighteen Swords of the Wind], he hated it even more.

Langxiao's eighteen swords of the wind are more domineering and fierce than Fujita Fengji.

Fujita Kazeji's sword, like a real wind, enveloped the heavens and the earth, sweeping everything.

But Lang Xiao's knife is highly condensed, gathering but not dispersing, like a tornado.

Silky silk!

On the tip of the knife, the scorching breath made Fujita Fengji stunned for a while, and he couldn't figure it out.

Dangdang!

Fujita kept retreating, but as he retreated, he also unleashed the third of the Eighteen Swords of the Tempest.

The third knife of the wind, the smoke in the depths of the desert!

This knife, taking a light and ethereal route, is a counterattack when retreating.

The speed of both sides is astonishingly fast.

If Hua Qianyu was still awake, she would definitely be dumbfounded.

At this time, Langxiao, where is there still a little bit of hanging?

He is simply like a god of killing, a god of war, unstoppable.

The two of them are fast fighting, their movements are fast, and their recognition is accurate, which is shocking.

Fujita Fengji was furious, it was really a shame to be pressed and beaten like this by Lang Xiao.

What made him even more mad was that what Lang Xiao did was the ancestral mastery of his Fujita family!

This kind of mastery is strictly forbidden to spread outside!

But now, it has appeared in the hands of a Chinese person!

In any case, he wants to kill this Chinese man and wash away the family shame.

All of a sudden, Fujita Fuji also stimulated his potential.

He roared, like a beast awakening, and unleashed his fourth sword.

The fourth knife of the strong wind, the blue waves are higher than the sky!

Fujita Kazuji leaped up, his toes connecting dots on the wall of the water tower, and soared into the sky.

His speed and height completely subverted the human perception of gravity.

With the help of buildings, this step crosses the void and appears in the air at a height of three meters, which is comparable to the light work in Chinese TV dramas.

His feet were connected to the void, and it was as if he was stepping on the blue waves.

His body twisted, his head and feet, and stabbed at Lang Xiao fiercely.

Langxiao's offensive was exhausted, and the long knife trembled, leaving countless marks on the water tower.

He took a deep breath, didn't look back, and stabbed his backhand.

Fujita fell from the sky with his head down and on his feet.

Originally, he was going to kill Lang Xiao in half with one knife, but Lang Xiao's knife was simply a stroke of genius and went straight to his vital point.

Losing both sides is not the result Fujita wants.

He felt a little embarrassed and a little resentful.

Damn, Tsuyoshi Fujita not only taught this Chinese ninjutsu, but also told him about the flaws in the family's sword technique!

This knife was originally unsolvable, but it was a lore.

The only counterattack can only be a lose-lose situation!

Fujita gritted his teeth, his eyes spitting fire.

His arm moved unwillingly, and this knife slashed heavily on Lang Xiao's blade.

While!

Unbelievable things have happened.

Lang Xiao's knife was actually interrupted!

Fujita landed, although he didn't hurt Lang Xiao and was a little unwilling.

But seeing his long knife cut off by himself, he was happy again.

Without any stopping, he performed his tricks again and again, and the long knife was like conjuring countless clones, trembling in unison and stabbing at Lang Xiao.

Lang Xiao's face changed greatly.

He didn't expect that this Fujita hand turned out to be a treasure knife.

It seems that they are all standard long knives, but in fact, the quality is completely different.

After several collisions, his knife had collapsed.

But Fujita's knife was not damaged at all.

"Hahaha, wild waves, let's die!"

Fujita Kazeji's eyes were blazing with murderous intent and extremely vicious.

His attack, which can be called a storm, does not give people any time to react.

Lang Xiao was holding a broken knife, and in addition to resisting, he couldn't hurt Fujita Kazeji at all.

But Lang Xiao's reaction still opened Fujita's eyes.

His arm is like a robotic arm, and it's incredibly fast.

Always able to block attacks at the last moment.

Although it is constantly retreating, it is at an absolute disadvantage.

But if Fujita wanted to kill him, it was quite difficult.

Lang Xiao is strong when he encounters strength, and he is tenacious and persistent.

In his eyes, he gradually calmed down, without the slightest wave.

The two fought fiercely, in full swing.

Before you know it, ten minutes have passed.

The more Fujita Kazuji fought, the more shocked he became.

After such a long and high-intensity battle, even he felt tired and weak.

But Lang Xiao was still the same as at the beginning, and did not show much fatigue.

This is absolutely not normal.

It stands to reason that after such a long battle, the blood from his wounds is enough to reduce his combat effectiveness by thirty percent.

There is no reason to fight more and more.

Fujita Fuji, who had already cast the twelfth sword, was both shocked and puzzled in his heart.

Few people were able to hold up to the twelfth under his attack.

And the twelfth knife is also his limit.

Thirteen swords, only a true five-star master can cast it.

It is a miracle that Lang Xiao was able to take twelve knives.

At this moment, the two were standing on the rooftop, three meters apart, sweating like rain, and they were all looking at their opponents with fierce eyes.

Lang Xiao's knife is only about a foot left, like a dagger.

But in his hand, he still has the momentum of a long knife.

Lang Xiao sighed, looked at Fujita and said, "Is the twelfth knife already your limit?" It's a pity, if you comprehend the thirteen swords, maybe you can kill me. ”

Fujita frowned and said, "What kind of monster are you, you can hold on to my attacks for so long." ”

"I thought that the elite of the Fujita family would be able to surprise me by using this set of sword techniques, but it turned out that I was wrong, your sword technique, but that's it."

Lang Xiao looked a little disappointed.

Fujita Fengji, but he felt his blood surge, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

(End of chapter)