In countless streets and alleys, the sound of battle could be heard.

Shi Wuwei no longer remembered how many times he had made a move, nor did he remember how many people he had killed.

He only knew that by this time of the battle, almost thirty percent of the people of the four sects had died.

Before this battle, he had indeed thought about the danger. But when he really saw so many young disciples dying in front of his eyes, he realized that this decisive battle was so cruel.

Before he knew it, he was back on a long street.

With his free hand, he slammed a Zoroastrian into the chest with a single palm, knocking him to death instantly.

However, when he killed the person in front of him, he suddenly sensed a powerful aura that appeared behind him.

He turned around, his eyes fixed on the man behind him.

This is a samurai, but his dress is different from other samurai.

Because although this person is also wearing a white wide coat and a black pleated hakama, he has not shaved the hair on the top.

His hair was not tied, but scattered haphazardly in front of his eyes or over his shoulders.

He was tall and thin, with a sharp lower face and sharp eyes.

According to the aesthetics of the Han people, this person should be regarded as handsome.

He looked at Shi Wuwei and said in a deep voice.

"You're strong! Better than all these people! So, you deserve my sword! ”。

Shi Wuwei was stunned, but he didn't expect the other party to understand Hanyin.

Although the timbre was still a little strange when he spoke, he was still able to understand what was being said.

He looked at a long knife on his left waist.

The long knife is in the sheath, and the opponent's left hand is on the scabbard of the long knife, and it seems that he will draw the knife and kill people in the next moment.

Seeing that Shi Wuwei didn't reply, he continued to speak, "According to your Central Plains people, I don't kill nameless ghosts under the knife of Tachibana Jiro. So, say your name! ”。

The meaning of his words actually sounded very arrogant.

But when he spoke, his face was always expressionless, as if he was just telling an ordinary matter, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

Shi Wuwei still had a gloomy face and did not speak.

Now that the war is heating up, he just wants to deal with this person quickly, and then go elsewhere to save people.

So, he took a straight step and walked forward.

However, with such an attitude, the samurai named Tachibana Jiro seemed to feel slighted.

In their island nation, if an opponent does not report his name, it means that he does not deserve to know the other person's name.

It was a humiliation, a great humiliation for the samurai.

His original expressionless face had become gloomy. Those sharp eyes, like a sharp knife, are waiting for the moment to see blood.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed the hilt of the long knife on his left waist.

He bowed down and did not look at the man, who was still more than ten paces away from him.

Shi Wuwei saw that this person was acting strangely, and his heart was full of questions.

You must know that when we are at war, it is actually a very dangerous thing to bow down and look down.

But suddenly, just when the doubts in his heart first rose, he felt a breath that shook his heart.

He didn't hesitate, and immediately dodged, trying to dodge.

However, his movements were still a step slower.

A silver light had slid across his chest, piercing the skin on his chest.

His eyes widened and he looked down in disbelief at the wound on his chest.

"It's ..... speed."

Just now, he only saw the other party's starting action, but he didn't expect that the other party's speed would be so fast.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the wound on his chest was a knife wound. But he didn't notice when the other party drew the knife.

Today, he was wearing a green robe in addition to a white shirt.

And right now, the chest of the white shirt is already dyed red with blood.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

He saw that the warrior was facing away from him, and put away the sword he had just drawn.

Tachibana Jiro turned around slowly, still looking at Shi Wuwei with an expressionless face.

His right hand was hanging at his side, and his left hand was still resting on the scabbard of the long knife, as if he had never done it before.

He spoke again.

"Say your name!".

There was a hint of stubbornness on his handsome face.

He knew that his sword had proven his strength.

Therefore, he needs the other party, to report his name.

The tingling sensation in his chest cleared Shi Wuwei's mind a little.

He thought to himself, "This person's serious appearance, why does he always exude an air of idiocy!" ”。

This idiot is not stupidity, or dementia.

It's an obsession, an obsession with martial arts, or an obsession with the Tao.

He thought about it for a while, and finally said his name.

"Shi Wuwei!".

He had realized that if he ignored the other person's words, he was afraid that the person would still ask again.

Tachibana nodded, seeming satisfied.

He still stared at this Shi Wuwei and said in a deep voice again.

"Shoot! Let me see how strong your martial arts in the Central Plains are! ”。

Shi Wuwei's expression was already very dignified.

He had already sensed the other party's cultivation from Fang Cai's knife.

The pinnacle of the second grade, and he is between the best.

But having said that, he didn't dare to guarantee that if the other party used that elusive knife again, he would be able to catch it.

After all, the Momei Sword in his hand was no longer there, and the demonic energy in his body had also been sealed by Master Kongzhi.

However, he knew he had to overcome the man in front of him.

In addition, he also wanted to see if he could make a difference after reducing his reliance on domineering demonic energy.

Otherwise, if every time he encounters a powerful opponent, he has to fight the enemy in a demonic state, then he and the demon path will get closer and closer, until he falls into the abyss.

……………

Shi Wuwei in the moonlight once again transported the true qi in his body.

His hands were spread out at his sides, and strands of black true qi were already pouring out of his palms.

After that, he turned his hands and squeezed his palms. In an instant, four palm prints appeared on his side.

This move is a thousand reprints in the hands of a thousand saints, and it is a move that combines fiction and reality.

He pushed forward with both hands, and the four palm prints struck the opponent with a roar.

Tachibana Jiro saw that the other party had made four palm prints between his hands, his eyes were also bright, and he was even more lamenting the strangeness of this Central Plains martial art in his heart.

You must know that this technique has never been used in their island country.

It's just that strange is strange, and he didn't have any fear.

The left hand that pinched the scabbard still didn't move, he just stretched out his right hand, turned the palm of his hand into a palm knife, crossed and twisted in front of his chest, and slashed out four times.

With each blow of the palm knife, a wind blade will come out of the hand, facing a palm print.

However, after these four slaps, his eyes were fierce.

Because, he found that the wind blade he slashed out for the first three times shattered the opponent's palm print very easily. But when his fourth wind blade hit the opponent's last palm print, it turned into nothingness in an instant.

And this palm print did not stop after shattering his wind blade, and still roared towards his chest.

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