Matsumoto's sword technique comes from the most mysterious of the Japanese kendo masters, Kage-no-kyo, which is unpredictable and unpredictable.

A shadow word describes the essence of the knife technique.

Shadows, shadows in the middle of the night, ethereal and elusive. Like flowing water, like dense fog, like flowing clouds, like a violent wind, taking people's lives between phantoms is invisible, unpredictable, and qualitative. That's why Matsumoto's father was able to kill 20 strong men under that knife, and won the reputation of "male knife slashing".

At this moment, Nighthawk is facing Matsumoto Ichiro, who has the highest unfathomable sword skills in the current shadow and even in the entire Fuso.

Matsumoto slowly raised his sword, his outstretched arms holding the blade of the knife and slowly lifting it towards the top of his head, and when he reached his chest, the tip of the knife pointed steadily at Nighthawk with a sharp edge. He quietly stopped. The whole person is like a still stone statue, even if the wind is strong, it does not move at all, as if it is a stone man who has been waiting for a thousand years, and he will never move until his beloved appears.

Nighthawk clearly felt that there was an invisible air flow around Matsumoto's blade, and as time passed, the air flow became bigger and bigger, and even drove Matsumoto's clothes to dance wildly.

Matsumoto, who was wearing a kimono, was entwined by the sword qi flying in the sky. The black hair is fluttering, the hair is flowing, and the clothes around the body are inspired by the wind. Matsumoto clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, but his face was gentle and quiet. It was like a peerless swordsman standing in the clouds, just waiting for the moment when the wind and clouds were surging to take advantage of the clouds to descend and kill the time of evil, and all those who stood in his way would have to withstand his earth-shattering blow.

Nighthawk felt an unprecedented murderous aura rolling in, and he couldn't even see Matsumoto's true face.

But he can't retreat now, he is bound to ride a tiger, as long as he takes one step, he will inevitably die from the sword qi that Matsumoto spits out at any time. This is a master duel, life and death are only in a moment.

The players behind him also felt the danger approaching at this moment. Although he was on the sidelines, Matsumoto's incomparably strong and domineering sword wind still blew people's faces with pain. One can imagine how much pain and pressure the nighthawk had to bear.

Everyone anxiously turned in place, in this kind of master duel, they couldn't play any role, they couldn't help at all. The most helpless thing is that they also know that as long as anyone enters the battle range lightly, not only will they not be able to save the Nighthawk, but they may also be able to take their own lives.

The military thorn was frizzy, so he wanted to raise his gun and take advantage of Matsumoto's distraction to kill him with one shot. The barrel of the gun was crushed by the black bear who hurried to his side.

"You don't want Monroe to pull it alive, you see, he's still holding the detonator tightly in his hand. If you shoot him, he will ring it when he is dying. The black bear pouted, his eyes fixed on Matsumoto's left hand.

The military thorn followed the black bear's gaze, and immediately saw Matsumoto's left hand, which was holding the hilt of the knife, still holding the detonator tightly. It seems that this guy really has put things to the end of the matter, leaving no room for anything.

The black bear angrily threw down the gun in his hand, turned to the weapon rack by the wall, and got two eyebrow-raising short sticks. Hit the ground with a pestle. Viciously said to the military assassin: "The captain risked his life to save Monroe, can you kid not make trouble, I warn you, if the captain is hurt because of you, Lao Tzu will abolish you today." ”

The military thorn was completely wilted, but he didn't expect that his momentary recklessness almost killed Monroe, and it could also push the Nighthawk who was in front of the blade to a dead end at the same time.

After a long silence, the military thorn scolded fiercely, and smashed the gun in his hand to the ground. In an instant, he took out two sabers from his waist and stared at Matsumoto with his eyes. The body secretly has strength, ready to come to the aid of Nighthawk at any time and deliver the deadliest blow to Matsumoto.

The night hawk who was in front of Matsumoto's hunting knife was sad, looking at Matsumoto, whose face was like autumn waves, and he couldn't see through it at all, he thought about how Matsumoto was going to make his next move, and how he could block his killer move.

The two of them stood silently, facing each other with knives, as if time had frozen.

But after a long time, Nighthawk's arm began to ache incredibly. Nighthawk, who was in the spirit of not moving the enemy and not moving his spirit, couldn't stand this kind of life-threatening silence, and slowly moved his steps.

"This is not my style of play, I was led around in circles by the nose of Matsumoto, and I must not follow his rhythm, then I will definitely die." Nighthawk scolded his stupidity in his heart, and was actually pulled into another whirlpool of conspiracy by Matsumoto.

Moving, Nighthawk was like a loose horse, and his body was in the dragon, and a flash of light flashed. The saber, the arm, and the body turned into an elegant straight line, and in the high speed it was like a white rainbow, and it shot towards Matsumoto's chest with a thousand powers.

The corners of Matsumoto's mouth tugged slightly. The sparkling photo in front of him, the ripples of water, and the sword pointed horizontally at his chest instantly greeted the nighthawk like a dragon.

With a loud thud, Nighthawk's figure leaped backwards. After flying out of more than two meters, he stepped back three steps in a row, and his hind legs exerted force, just enough to stabilize his body. Matsumoto, who was on the other side, also took three steps back, stood behind him with a knife in his hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood violently, staining a piece of clothing in front of him.

"Good !!" A loud cheer of extreme excitement reached the ears of the two people in the gladiatorial arena like a mountain.

The military assassin laughed, raised the knife in his hand and shouted at Matsumoto proudly: "Call you a little devil rampant, now you know how powerful our captain is, our captain is a master of martial arts, and his martial arts have reached the top of the heavens, even a genius like me usually doesn't dare to shout lightly, for fear of being beaten up." You secretly learned a few knife tricks and shouted arrogantly, shouting that what kind of little devil is the first in Fusang, and you dare to come to find this moldy head, you really can't do it, and you are innocent of death. ”

After scolding, the military thorn raised his head to the sky and laughed. The smug excitement in that expression was difficult to hide, he not only scolded Matsumoto just now, praised Nighthawk, but also raised himself to a higher level by the way, how can he be proud.

"China's top master? Sure enough, today, I finally met the most powerful opponent in my life. Hehe, then let's divide the winner," Matsumoto gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and with both hands at the same time, he slowly raised the knife and aimed it at the Nighthawk in front of him again.

"The little devil is really looking for death, captain, kill him. Hey? Captain, are you alright? "The military thorn who was still playing with the treasure just now suddenly saw a pool of red blood flowing in front of the nighthawk. Drops of blood were dripping from his arms, slowly converging with the bright red on the ground.

Nighthawk raised his hand, stopped the team members who were about to rush, and shouted, "I'm fine, skin wounds, don't move, I'm going to kill him in one go." Hearing that Nighthawk was full of anger, everyone put down their hanging hearts and stood silently to the side. Tightly closed his mouth, and no longer dared to say anything to disturb the two people on the field.

Nighthawk tore a long strip of clothing from his shoulder and wrapped his backhand around the wound on his arm, temporarily stopping the flow of blood.

"Shadow Flowing Waves, it's really powerful, it deserves to be the No. 1 kendo master in Fusang, I admire it. But below, you're not so lucky. Nighthawk wrapped his wound in his eyes as he stared coldly at Matsumoto, who was standing with a knife, his eyes full of heat.

Matsumoto didn't speak, just held the knife intently. At this moment, he has fused with the blade, and any noise in the outside world has nothing to do with him, and he has already entered a realm of selflessness.

Nighthawk was secretly surprised in his heart, he wanted to provoke Matsumoto with words, but Matsumoto was like a living fossil, and did not react to his words at all, it seems that Matsumoto's realm is far beyond his expectations.

The full force of the Nighthawk's blow just now was a big killing move that poured the energy of the whole body into one point and concentrated on breaking through Matsumoto's defense.

I thought that Matsumoto would definitely not be able to catch it, but I didn't expect Matsumoto's knife technique to really reach the point of being superb, not only forcibly blocking his powerful knife, blocking his own way, but also slashing deeply in his arm. If it weren't for Nighthawk's quick reaction, the entire left arm would have been gone by now.

Although Nighthawk did not achieve his goal, he also slapped Matsumoto in the chest, causing him to be injured and vomit blood. With this power, Nighthawk escaped Matsumoto's next sword phantom like a stream of water in Matsumoto's distraction.

Nighthawk didn't dare to be careless anymore and put away the last bit of luck in his heart. The black training uniform was already a little sticky with blood at the moment. Stepping on the dried blood under his feet, Nighthawk struggled to leap towards Matsumoto at a speed of 100 meters.

The light of the blade flowed and was dazzling, but in Matsumoto's opinion, it was all the life-killing aurora of Dao Hell, ready to withdraw the soul from the body at any time.

"It's good to come." Matsumoto roared loudly, and the knife in front of him twisted with his arms, turning harmoniously in a circle from in front of him. Brought up a wind-like knife ring.

In the knife circle, the wind is loud. The air flow swirls, and the killing intent is agitated.

In this treasure knife that has stained thousands of people, countless tragically dead souls laughed and frantically rushed out of the shackles of the blade, hovering in the circle of knives and rushing back and forth, ready to ruthlessly tear apart the fresh lives that dared to come forward at any time, devouring their souls, and letting them also taste the pain of the thousand-year-old punishment.

Nighthawk hadn't even approached the knife ring when he could already feel the pressure rolling in. Not from the knife circle, not from the peerless sword that spits out letters, ready to assassinate him at any time.

Matsumoto, who is calm and calm like water, is the biggest source of stress. The qiē is just a fantasy of this Fuso man who is standing like a wooden chicken. Nighthawk had slowly groped his way out of the silence just now.

Looking at Matsumoto's knife ring at this moment, it is no longer so indestructible, and the killing intent is rolling. The truly terrifying murderous demons are actually behind these appearances, and when you are ready to break the prey handed out by Matsumoto, the real fierce beast will suddenly appear.

With a sly smile, Nighthawk held his knife and made a twisted movement in the air in an incredible shape. Kankan avoided the tip of Matsumoto's sword.

In the exclamation of everyone behind him, he plunged headlong into the fierce and unstoppable, roaring knife circle.