Fujita's knife was fast, so fast that even the pouring rain cut a gap in the moment when the knife was released.

If you have a good eye, you can see.

In the time of this breath, with the horizontal knife in Fujita's hand as the boundary, the rain above could not fall, but the rain below quickly fell to the ground. It was as if it were a curtain made of heavy rain, and the part near the ground was cut in two, leaving only the upper part.

A knife flow, really weird.

This should be the legendary Dao Gang, which can use ordinary horizontal knives to play out without charging. Fujita is worthy of his title as the first master of the "Hidden Tang Dynasty".

Technical work, be rewarded!

The old man in front of him still maintained his original standing posture. Even his eyes were cloudy.

Fujita put away his knife and continued on his way, because he knew that the old man was dead. He who dies cannot die again. The reason why he didn't fall down was because Fujita's knife was so fast that the old man who was on the shift probably didn't even realize that he was dead.

He is very confident in his knife.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky and lit up the street.

The situation in front of the door was seen by the armor in the small black room.

The sword is shining!

"Innocent old people don't let go, this group of beasts, Lao Tzu wants to squeeze out all the eggs of these dogs."

The young man's blood is really unbearable. The delicate young man was furious, and the Tang knife was already out of its sheath, so he was about to break through the door and kill all the beasts who had no mercy.

Unexpectedly, in a few moments, he was fixed there. He only took one step under his feet, but his body remained leaning forward.

The situation is delicate.

But no one intervened, and even the commander had no time to stop the incident.

Or maybe they didn't intend to stop it at all, because the spearheads of the Commander were inadvertently mopping the floor.

But he was fixed there, not moving.

Fujita is dead.

One step ahead of the gate of the small courtyard, one more step was enough to reach the mottled steps that were only three or five steps. The black door was close at hand, and it could be pushed open with a stretch of hand. As long as you push it away, you can slash the enemy. After that, you can go home justifiably.

He was a little tired.

He's been out for so long that he's almost forgotten about the cherry blossoms.

On the first day of coming to Tang Kingdom, he was ready to break the jade at any time. He thought that he might die, but he didn't expect to die in such a way, and in such a place.

The strength in his body was instantly drained, and the moment he fell to the ground, he subconsciously looked down at his chest.

"Gain from the dead......

Grass Kariko, I'm back. Are the cherry blossoms still blooming in the yard? ”

The moment Fujita closed his eyes, he saw his wife, the snow-capped Mt. Fuji, and the cherry blossoms that bloomed all over the sky.

Fujita's death was so abrupt that everyone was instantly stunned.

Especially the "hero" who came by treading water, came to a sudden brake in a hurry.

But running too fast has a disadvantage, that is, it is difficult to brake under the action of inertia for a while.

So the heels of the feet are back, and the toes are soaring into the sky, which is a kick on the ground. The high-quality cowhide boots grinded this stone road into a ravine.

Finally, it stopped at a distance of two positions from the older man.

Then, as if facing the enemy!

Nonsense, the one who rushed to the front made the sword. On the last journey of his life, he met the old man in front of him. Then he died in front of someone's door for no apparent reason. If you want to say that it has nothing to do with this old man, I will cut off your head for you as a night pot "devil cripple".

The rivers and lakes are experienced and have always been cautious "ghost lame". This time, there is still nothing wrong with the judgment.

Safety first!

This old man is a master, and a very high, very high master.

After making a judgment, the "ghost cripple" is reluctant to even say a cruel word. Kicking the ground with two feet is a retreat, and the speed of escape is much faster than the speed of forward.

In today's terms.

"It's very good, 100 kilometers at most 0.8 seconds."

When the cripple man retreated, the old man who took a picture of his face smiled. The smile was kind.

Then as he retreated, he stretched out a hand, the palm of which was somewhat rough and covered with age spots. These details all prove that the old man in front of him is an old man in his last years. It's no different from an old man who is warming up and basking in the sun under the wall.

But it was such a weak and slow hand that made the ghost lame unable to resist.

No one would have imagined that the ghost who is good at foot strength is lame. It will be planted on a dying and decrepit hand.

If you can't beat it, you can't escape.

The devil was choked by the neck, and then thrown out like a chick.

It seems to have been deliberate, and the place where the ghost crippled landed was the door of the small black house. scared a group of big men into a clever one.

Especially the "handsome boy", the boss with an open mouth, still has a ho in his throat.

This is a dislocation, and the "commander" came back to his senses and picked him up angrily.

"What a system!"

The "commander" is worthy of being the commander, and his psychological quality is still better than that of these hairy boys. It's just that the hand that grafted the bones for his subordinates still trembled a little when he put it down.

As for the ghost cripple, this time it has really become a veritable ghost cripple. But it's not a ghost, it's a ghost, it's a dead ghost.

In a few breaths, he lost two people. It's still two people with vulgar combat power. This made the rest of the men in black cheer up their spirits. No one wants to be pinched to death like a chicken. As a Jianghu person with a name and a surname, a head and a face. It's really hard to accept to die like this.

There were nine men in black who attacked, except for the two who died. Add the three on the roof, and there are seven people left.

These seven people couldn't help but gather together. Even the "masters" who are high and high on the roofs are on the streets.

It was clear that the seven were planning to besiege them.

Maybe the idea was too strong, although they got together, no one rushed to make a move. Everyone is waiting, waiting for the first person to go first.

In the end, the old man who easily accepted the "double kill" couldn't help it first.

"Let's go together, there's still soup in the kitchen.

If it's cold, it won't taste good! ”

After that, take the initiative to take a step ahead.

Then there was a dazzling, crackling thud.

And then, and then there was no then!

In the blink of an eye, the old man had returned to his original position.

It seems that it has not been touched at all.

Looking back, there was already a patch lying on the ground. The important thing is that none of the people who fell, and none of them were injured and groaned.

They're all dead!

One step to life and death!

The old man didn't have the heart to look back at the results of the battle, so he turned around and walked into the small courtyard.

There's soup at home.