More than forty warriors from the island country supported a thin black old man and went straight to the door of the restaurant, just in front of Tang Ming and Zhu Yong, who came down from the second floor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Beside the thin black old man, a warrior with a slightly panicked expression suddenly pointed at Tang Ming and shouted: "Hey, master, it was this person who killed the second senior brother with fire, and the senior brother doesn't know life and death!" ”

The thin black old man was expressionless, and there was no anger on his dark old face, but when his small eyes came into contact with Zhu Yong head-on, a trace of beast-like bloodthirsty light erupted, and he glanced at Zhu Yong unscrupulously. Its arrogant appearance was no less than that of many of its disciples, and it was not until this moment that Tang Ming finally understood why these island warriors were all arrogant and virtuous.

The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, and it is not surprising that there is such a master who teaches such a group of disciples. In the face of the old man's provocation, Zhu Yong unabashedly shot back, the old man is a real master, which Zhu Yong knew from his eyes with a hint of blood.

Such a person is definitely the same as himself, he has survived the blood of the enemy from the battlefield, and he has seen the blood of the enemy, such a person is the master that Zhu Yong has always wanted to find. The bloodthirsty light in Zhu Yong's eyes poured on the old man's body without a trace, and in an instant, the old man felt the changes that had occurred in Zhu Yong's body, and his expression was even more slightly stunned.

But he didn't say anything, the old man snorted coldly at Zhu Yong, turned his gaze to Tang Ming, who had a harmless face, and shouted in a deep voice: "Did you kill one of my disciples with fire?" ”

Tang Ming looked at the old man indifferently, the gloomy aura on his body made Tang Ming very disliked, in the face of people he didn't like, Tang Ming would never be polite, even if he was hypocritically polite. In the laughter, Tang Ming said nonchalantly: "I think you are mistaken, I killed another one upstairs just now, so I killed two instead of one." ”

No matter how steady the old man is, he can't stand Tang Ming's provocation, the old man is already a good-tempered person from time to time, and he will no longer be able to suppress the anger in his heart. Without warning, a sinister sneer suddenly flashed on the old man's angry face, and the katana that was originally pinned to his waist was already in his hand at some point.

"Hey!"

After a cold drink, the old man raised the katana in his hand extremely quickly and slashed Tang Ming's head, with the intention of killing him.

Zhu Yong was on guard against the old man from the beginning, and when he saw that the old man had moved, he raised the embroidered spring knife unhurriedly and staggered in front of Tang Ming. Zhu Yong's embroidered spring knife came first, colliding with the old man's katana, and at the same time as sparks splashed, a crisp iron collision sound erupted.

After that, just like when the blacksmith was striking iron, the clanging sound was endless, and the old man and Zhu Yong had no intention of avoiding each other. also has the same hard mind, no one is convinced, it is a head-to-head confrontation.

After a few rounds, the two sides staggered, the katana in the old man's hand was still short, and the embroidered spring knife in Zhu Yong's hand also collapsed a gap. Both of them were slightly stunned, the old man obviously didn't believe that his katana would break, but Zhu Yong didn't believe that the embroidered spring knife created with Tang Ming's wrought iron method would actually collapse into a gap.

After the old man was stunned for a moment, he suddenly looked at the embroidered spring knife in Zhu Yong's hand with greed, and shouted: "Good knife!" ”

Although Zhu Yong felt sorry for his baby embroidered spring knife being broken out of a gap, but this would be distressed from time to time, the scar on his face jumped slightly, snorted twice, Zhu Yong sneered: "The knife is good, the knife is better!" ”

A cold light flashed from the lofty embroidered spring knife, Zhu Yong swung the knife to attack again, the old man did not dare to have the slightest slack now, Zhu Yong's strength was far beyond his imagination, and now he understood the power of the embroidered spring knife in his hand. It's been a long time since he's met someone who can really make him use all his strength to face it, and the old man will also look a little excited.

In particular, his eyes were full of greed for Zhu Yong's embroidered spring knife, and the katana and embroidered spring knife collided again, sporadic sparks and a crisp sound of 'ding'. This time, the old man obviously didn't dare to fight Zhu Yong with a katana, but skillfully used his skill.

Zhu Yong is getting happier and happier the more he fights, and the big opening and closing moves on the battlefield may not be very suitable at this time, but he occupies the hardness and sharpness of the embroidered spring knife, completely ignoring any defense, and attacking the old man all the way. And the old man already knew the power of the embroidered spring knife, so he naturally didn't dare to face it head-on, but circled back and forth around Zhu Yong's body, trying to find its flaws.

The samurai watching the battle from the sidelines all had solemn expressions on their faces, and their master was completely at a disadvantage at this time, which they could still see. Although they haven't shown defeat yet, they are determined to lose if they continue like this, unless their master has some trick to reverse this situation.

A bloody light suddenly flashed in the fight, and a cut was made on the old man's arm holding the knife, and blood gushed out in an instant, which showed that the cut was not shallow. The wide cuffs of his samurai suit were directly split in two, and blood dripped down the old man's slightly drooping arm to the ground, and after a while, a large patch of red was stained.

The two of them seem to be a little physically exhausted until now, especially the old man's chest is rising and falling violently at this time. After all, Zhu Yong was young and vigorous, and although he was also panting at the moment, he returned to normal after a while. After all, the old man is old, and he is not Zhu Yong's opponent at all physically.

Zhu Yong suddenly laughed, not giving the old man any respite at all, and continued to wrap around the old man with the embroidered spring knife, which was already physically exhausted, but now he has shed so much blood, plus the wound on the arm holding the knife, the old man no longer has any ability to fight back. After barely dodging to avoid Zhu Yong's two moves, Zhu Yong's embroidered spring knife once again opened a deep hole in his chest.

The old man's disciples exclaimed, and they all drew their swords to go up to save the old man, Zhu Yong didn't leave them a chance, and the embroidered spring knife swept the old man's neck. Then he dodged and retreated a few steps, at this time, Tang Ming once again held the flintlock pistol in his hand, after the sound of the gunshot, those warriors who were in a hurry to rush up to save the old man stopped one after another, and one of the warriors in the front broke a big hole in his forehead, and fell to the old man's feet on the spot.

And the old man was holding his neck with both hands at the moment, blood kept flowing out of the gaps between his fingers, and he seemed to want to say something with a painful face, but he found that he couldn't make any sound, and when his mouth was opened, blood continued to flow out, and after a while, he fell to the ground with a bang. After his hands and feet twitched for a while, there was no movement, and the old man died in front of many of his disciples. (To be continued.) )