The sword aura in the sky suddenly dispersed, leaving only Matsumoto, who had his mouth open and a look of disbelief, standing in front of him with a sword. Nighthawk didn't hesitate for a moment, and stabbed him in the chest.

After the initial panic and confusion, Matsumoto finally showed his housekeeping skills at the critical moment, almost instinctively, and moved his body three inches to the right when it was impossible to dodge.

But Nighthawk's movements were so fast, even if Matsumoto had already tried his best, he only dodged the vital point, and the exposed left rib was still hit by Nighthawk's merciless sword.

As soon as a slip of blood flew into the sky, Nighthawk drew his knife and stabbed Matsumoto in the neck, trying to take advantage of the rare advantage to slash Matsumoto in one fell swoop.

Matsumoto gritted his teeth, endured the sharp pain in his left chest, and raised the knife desperately with the last remaining strength in his body.

With a bang, the twin knives splashed with fire, gold and iron resonated, and Matsumoto fiercely blocked Nighthawk's fatal blow. But due to the great force, he took several steps back, and the chest that had been slapped by the nighthawk before was now in a faint pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly.

Matsumoto wiped the blood from his mouth, and suddenly laughed wildly, his laughter was full of loss and unwillingness. It is even more mixed with incomparable madness: "I want to learn Matsumoto Ichiro for 30 years, with this family heirloom sword for many years, I have never been invincible." Unexpectedly, it was really a good fortune, and the fame was easily cracked by you, a junior, haha, it's really ridiculous and generous, and it's ridiculous and generous. ”

He laughed so wildly, so unscrupulously, and finally became so miserable, mournful and complaining, as if the whole world had abandoned him. The muscles of the entire face were twisted and distorted by the sharp pain and sadness.

Nighthawk looked at Matsumoto quietly, and suddenly a trace of pity rose for him.

Although their positions are different, however, as a martial arts practitioner, Nighthawk has to admit it. Matsumoto's sword skills have indeed reached the point of being superb.

It was just now that he relied on his luck and the determination of the soldier's generosity to die without fear of death, so he ventured into his knife circle.

The world is so wonderful, the more afraid you are, the more you will stagnate. As a result of his adventurous impulses, Matsumoto's sword technique implies the way of water flowing, virtual and real, real and virtual, all in Matsumoto's grasp. The knife technique is just a bait, and the knife circle formed by the knife wind is even more of a frightening illusion, and the real killer is actually Matsumoto himself.

When Nighthawk struggles to deal with the sharp blades on the periphery and prevent being injured by the illusion in the knife ring, he has actually fallen into a vicious circle that will never stop. The body will continue to rotate with Matsumoto because of fear until it is exhausted. At that time, Matsumoto only had to easily swing a knife to take people's lives, which was actually the top level of swordsmanship.

Being able to bring up that mysterious sword ring with his own strength alone is no longer something that ordinary martial arts people can do, and it is no wonder that Matsumoto dares to claim to be the number one sword god in Fuso.

Looking at Matsumoto who was on the ground in front of him, Nighthawk sympathized with him, but he didn't want to say anything. He clearly knew that he had another identity, a demon king who would go on a killing spree at any time.

As if to deal with Nighthawk's thoughts, Matsumoto stood up tremblingly as he clutched his bloody wounds after lamenting his tragic fate. His face was bruised, his hair stood on end, and even his hand with a knife began to tremble. The current appearance has completely lost the original momentum, and it is completely a poor and sour appearance on the street.

Matsumoto took a hard breath, looked at Nighthawk viciously, and roared, "It's a pity that you don't know about samurai, samurai!" You will never admit defeat if you don't fight until the last minute. Even if I lose, I will let your blood pave the way for me to go to hell. ”

There was a flash in his eyes, as if he had been charged with electricity, and his whole body was suddenly full of strength. The clothes fluttered without the wind, and the crisp sound of bones bursting could be faintly heard in the body.

Matsumoto twisted sharply, and the knife was quickly slashed at Monroe, who was tied to the chair. The knife was fierce and whirring. Matsumoto, which had not moved before, was like a mountain, but now it moves, like a gale.

Nighthawk had already expected him to fight back, and his whole body was ready to meet the enemy. At this time, he was taken aback, but Matsumoto was extremely shameless, and when he was sure that he had no chance of winning, he swung his knife at Monroe, who had no ability to resist.

Nighthawk was sweating profusely, roared, thundered, and died like lightning. Like a dragon going out to sea, the tiger went down the mountain and stabbed Matsumoto in the back of the heart.

Nighthawk violently exerted his potential in a hurry, and then he came first, and before Matsumoto's knife slashed at Monroe, he stabbed Matsumoto in the back of the heart, and Nighthawk was overjoyed, and there were still two inches left, and he could end the life of this demon.

With a loud bang, Nighthawk's arm went numb, and the saber in his right hand almost fell to the ground.

I saw Matsumoto's face smiling, and the steel knife that had transformed into a shadowless shadow was slashing at his head like lightning.

Nighthawk was startled, he didn't want to hit Matsumoto, a dying and injured man, and he could fight back. Ignoring his numb arm, the whole person quickly retreated backwards as if he was crazy.

It's a pity that it's too late, and Matsumoto deliberately used this trick. He was familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War and understood a lot of truth from the Art of War. This move besieged Wei to save Zhao, and he won the essence of the art of war, and he was about to slash his great enemy in his life.

Suddenly, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of him, and without thinking, Matsumoto let go of the Nighthawk and swung his sword at the bright light. The cold star fell to the ground in response, and a shiny saber rolled on the ground a few times, and lay down quietly without moving.

Matsumoto looked at the Nighthawk, who had escaped the range of his sword, and sighed secretly in his heart: "It's just a little bit." ”

couldn't help frowning slightly, looking at a few people in the distance. Just now, when there was no room for it, Yaksha desperately threw the saber in his hand, and with the same move, he surrounded Wei to save Zhao, saving Nighthawk's life.

Matsumoto lamented his bad luck, and he deliberately stabbed Monroe to lure Nighthawk to do his best to kill Nighthawk without defense. It's a pity that providence made people, and even the last killing move didn't come in handy.

Matsumoto's eyes were red, and he let out a loud roar at the sky, and the roar was full of desolation.

He turned around sharply and raised his knife to slash at Monroe again, he was ready to die together, killing one is one.

"Don't" The thunderous sound suddenly sounded in Matsumoto's ears, Matsumoto was very depressed, listening to the wind behind him, he didn't think about it, and slashed backwards with a roundabout move. With a bang, the saber in the staber's hand could not withstand the huge force, and it flew out and was nailed deep into the wall, but the handle of the knife was still buzzing for a while.

With red eyes and no more knives, he opened his hands and strangled Matsumoto's neck, foaming at the mouth like a fierce ghost.

Matsumoto was taken aback, since his debut, he has never seen a person dare to fight him empty-handed, unless he is a madman, but the appearance of this person in front of him is not much better than a madman.

There were no moves, no superfluous movements, and in Matsumoto's eyes, the volley spur was just a live target for practice. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, his body leaned back slightly, and he bounced back like a slingshot and shot out, and the knife stabbed straight into the stomach of the military thorn. With a snort, the treasure knife made a soft sound like piercing a piece of tofu.

Everyone was stunned, the black bear with its mouth wide open, the monkey roaring angrily, and the Yaksha and the mine staring at each other, eager to eat Matsumoto right now.

Nighthawk desperately held the saber in his hand, and suddenly, he felt his face a little wet, and tears were already flowing unconsciously.

Matsumoto was very proud, it was just too easy. It seems that only the guy who injured himself just now has the strength to solve him, and the rest of the people are not a problem at all.

I can't help but have a glimmer of hope in my heart, thinking about how to turn defeat into victory next.

With thought, Matsumoto drew his knife fiercely.

"Huh?" With a hint of doubt, Matsumoto looked at the knife in his hand.

The knife was deeply inserted into the belly of the military thorn, and the blood flowed down the blade drop by drop.

At this moment, Matsumoto saw a pair of blood-red eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes that were more blood-red than the demon in the temple in his memory, and they were glaring at him fiercely. It was the eyes of a beast, not like a normal human.

The military thorn laughed, and his hands tightly grasped Matsumoto's blade, and he didn't relax at all.

Matsumoto pulled it out hard, and the thorns he pulled back again and again. But no matter how hard he used, the military stab just held on and wouldn't let go. Although Matsumoto is a master of kendo, his strength is much worse than that of the military stab, and without the sword, he is not much stronger than the military stab, but unfortunately both of them were injured and can only maintain a state of balance for the time being.

Matsumoto was very helpless and panted and said, "Shina, aren't you afraid of death?" ”

"Dead?" The army's mouth was covered with blood, and his face was distorted and terrifying, like a blood demon from hell, above Matsumoto, a poor mortal.

"You devils will never understand, there are still many valuable things in our Chinese people's lives that are worth having, for my brothers, for the people I love, I am fearless of life and death. Die, just go on a date. The blood of the military assassin was boiling and impassioned. Not far away, the comrades-in-arms who had ignited hope for the survival of the military assassination burst into tears.

Matsumoto looked at the monster in front of him almost incredulously, and all the truths he said were bullshit in Matsumoto's eyes. Because he never needs to think about this, in his heart, everyone can be killed, just to see if the killing is worthwhile, and when to kill.

"Ahhh Matsumoto roared furiously, and slammed the knife into the stomach of the military stab, and retreated again and again with the military stab.

"Stop! You brute. Nighthawk hissed and roared, clenching his saber in his right hand, and rushed towards Matsumoto, who was almost crazy, raising his hand fiercely, and his hand fell with his sword. A bright white light cut through the darkness.

Matsumoto screamed and clutched his severed right arm. His face was as pale as ashes, and he suddenly felt like the world was spinning, and he sat on the ground with his head on his head, panting heavily.

Nighthawk catches the wounded thorn.

The long knife had already stabbed him in half. Nighthawk carefully lowered him to the ground, fearing that he would touch his wound and inflict unnecessary pain on the thorn.

The thorn gritted his teeth and said to Nighthawk with a miserable laugh, "Captain, does your buddy look like a man today?" ”

Nighthawk held back her tears and nodded heavily.

Jun Ting's eyes looked at Monroe, who was still asleep, and said to Nighthawk: "Captain, when she wakes up, don't say that I saved her from death, she is a good woman, don't be sad for me, find a good man, and get married." ”

Nighthawk's tears finally fell uncontrollably: "Good brother, don't say it, you won't die, I will take you back." Come here, dead man, come and save him. Nighthawk turned around and shouted at the black bear behind him in a daze.

Looking at the comrades who were approaching in a hurry, the military thorn smiled in his mouth, he could no longer support the darkness of the sky, and his eyes were closed heavily.