"Kawaii ......"

The dense camera revolves around a certain anime character in a short skirt, and the shutter clicks non-stop.

In the voice of praise.

An island girl carrying an anime weapon made of plastic or cardboard pinched her skirt and lifted it slightly, posing in a sexy and cute pose, revealing her fair thighs and half round buttocks.

Provoke the photographer and photographer, a burst of wild shooting.

Not far away, there was amazing applause in the hall, and then the crowd surged, following a woman who was guarded by several black bodyguards out of the hall gate.

Gurgle.....

The red high heels walked across the patterned floor, the flowered flag skirt hanging from the hips followed the swaying waist, the fair-skinned long legs stepped out of the fork, and above the bare navel, it was an open-chested long-sleeved cheongsam.

A pair of full semicircles are revealed, trembling slightly as they walk.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and whispered a word to a person who was following her who had arranged a similar itinerary, which was probably like this: "Let's stop here today, next time I change my role, I don't want to keep COS Empress ......"

With long black hair hanging down like a waterfall, looking at the group of unpopular cosplayers outside, he snorted coldly in his red lips, and went straight down the stone steps and through the middle of the square.

The moment when the high heel slowly dropped the floor tiles.

A little farther to the side, the lamppost shook violently, and the figure rose into the air and swooped down—

Blink to close the distance.

Almost at the same time, the iron chain flicked, and the iron ball at the end of the tail grazed the air to meet it.

Phew-

The metal clash exploded, and the moment the blade hit the chain ball and burst into sparks, the left hidden blade quietly stabbed out from the shadows, stuck to the lower end of the chain that was shaken, and pressed against the lower abdomen of Ishihara Hideyoshi.

The tip of the sword pressed against the tight-fitting combat suit and it was difficult to get in for half a moment, just at the moment when the scythe hooked.

Xia Yimeng pulled a sword horizontally.

There was a tearing sound of cloth in the air, and the rags of the robe flew and slashed across the eyes, and the hooked sickle, and in an instant, he grabbed the cloak and threw it violently, and a shuttle dart with a handle hidden underneath.

Shoot out in unison.

The sound of striking iron ..... like a bang, and as the flying shuttle darts deflected away one by one, the cloak that obscured the view was also swirling, and was cut in half with a hiss.

The moment the shattered cloak separated, a figure rushed into the line of sight that could only be spread out at an extremely fast speed, approached closely, and slashed the blade of the sword against the neck.

Hideyoshi Ishihara grabbed the chain.

The stabbed Hidden Blade was put away, his hand was clenched into a fist, and he hit the bridge of his nose with a fierce blow, and grabbed the chain with a backhand, Xia Yi's Hidden Blade in his other hand was raised, and it pierced Ishihara's eye socket.

Ishihara Hideyoshi dodged the side of his head with a nosebleed, the tight chains of his hands were abruptly crossed, twisted left and right, locked the fist in front of him and the other stabbed wrist, kicked out his knee below, Xia Yi raised his foot and pushed him out, his body fell down, and pulled Ishihara in front of him to stagger forward and staggered forward half a step.

Ishihara Hideyoshi hurriedly let go of the other party's wrist, Xia Yi grabbed back, pulled the opponent's upper body and bowed down, kicked out, kicked him in the abdomen at the same time, and threw him backwards.

......

In the square outside the hall, the cosplayers surrounded by photographers had already heard the sound of metal clashing in a moment, and they all turned their heads to look there, and the woman who walked by with long legs surrounded by everyone also stopped, and under her long straight hair, her beautiful face also turned away, and her eyes flashed with horror.

The fight lasted only a few seconds, and the lamppost was still swaying slightly in the remaining strength.

A figure in a tattered robe was sent flying and slashed through the air for some distance, and a man with a DSLR camera collided with a body flying in the blink of an eye before he could dodge.

The lens of the SLR crashed away from the camera and fell out, the fragile lens snapped and shattered on the ground, and the man also rolled together with the hit figure twice before they were separated.

The sudden change made many people in the square cry out in a panic, some stood in place curiously, some turned around and pulled their companions away, or took out the phone to call an ambulance, and ran towards the two injured people on the ground.

And more people's eyes, including the tall woman in the open-breasted cheongsam, stood stunned in place, looking at the direction where the figure was flying.

The man in a white shirt hung a hidden blade that only appeared in anime games, and walked through the bright sunlight, the wind blowing through the square, and the cracked cloak on the ground was gently caressing the man's footsteps.

The tourists who ran to see the injured shouted: "How are you doing, where are the injuries..... The voice of inquiry, the figure in the tattered robe gradually turned into dust particles in the eyes of everyone.

Gone!

"What about—"

The crowd of tourists or cosplayers gathered around was almost stunned for the moment, and then ...... Turned around and ran around in a panic, although there are often such pictures in anime, but when they appear alive in front of them, it is a different emotion.

The frightened crowd was chaotic and crowded, and the woman who was originally surrounded also saw the previous scene, and after reacting, she joined the crowded team and wanted to escape from here.

At this moment of chaos, there were still many members of the special service team and strangers outside who pushed away the oncoming chaotic escape figures, and rushed towards the side of the incident like a countercurrent.

However, Xia also turned a blind eye to the chaos in front of him, and for the perpetrator, several meters around him were empty, and his eyes were vigilant around him.

Fake?

Clone or copy?!

In the next second, the footsteps of the walk fell, stepped on the fragments of the SLR lens, made a soft clicking sound, and suddenly raised the Hidden Blade, blocking back to the side.

The blade is against it,

Xia Yi, who crossed his arms, smoothed out half a meter on the spot, it was a straight-backed ninja knife with a square mouth, and the moment Ishihara Hideyoshi who disappeared before appeared in his field of vision, his figure advanced over, and the sound of weapons was exchanged.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the air.

Xia Yi took a straight stab, waved his hand, and two shuttle darts with silk threads flew out, above the air, with two sounds, sparks, two whirls, fell into the hands of a figure who pounced, and in the blink of an eye, rushed towards Xia Yi who was not far away.

The wobbling face was exactly the same as Hideyoshi Ishihara, who was holding a ninja knife over there.

Horizontal, vertical, diagonal, and straight stabs...... Quickly and frantically fighting with the Hidden Blade, when the three figures fought together, two more figures rushed out from the side, and the front and back and left and right flanked them.

One of them jumped up under the sprint and threw a long-range hidden weapon, Xia Yi turned around to dodge, and ...... A row of cross-shaped shurikens sprouted from the stone bricks, and another figure wielding a scythe and hammer weapons approached.

The four figures are all Ishihara Hideyoshi's appearance and figure...... Then, rush up.

It was another stormy offensive, four different weapons, forcing Xia Yi to retreat quickly, his shirt broke two holes, just blocking a shuriken that was shooting, and violently shot the darts on his waist around, hiding in the chaotic crowd behind, and the end of the chain sickle swept away by the side rotation, and the iron ball still hit it.

Xia Yi turned around in mid-air, and his Hidden Blade blocked it.

Boom, metal crunch—

The figure flew and crashed into the crowd, unloading the strength of his body, and fell to the ground on his knees, holding on to the floor tiles, his eyes swept over the broken Hidden Blade on the back of his hand, and exhaled at the same time.

In the panicked and noisy crowd, a figure quietly walked out, and it was Ishihara Hideyoshi, hanging on his side and slowly raising his hands, and the sunlight through the crowd shone on it, reflecting the cold glow of metal.

- Two-edged handarmor hook!

The two sharp blades, like the claws of a beast, slowly raised, and Ishihara Hideyoshi's footsteps suddenly accelerated, stabbing at the back of the half-kneeling figure.

However, Xia Yi, who has the way of an assassin, his eyes flashed in the dappled sunlight, and he turned on his side on the ground keenly, and the arm with the broken Hidden Blade stabbed by the opponent slammed into the handarmor hook, and the other intact Hidden Blade and the opponent's other handmail hook crossed between the body, rubbing, and stirring together.

Each kicked out a kick that hit the other party's chest, Xia Yi was originally in the process of getting up, but he was suddenly kicked down and slid directly on the ground, crashing into several pairs of running legs behind, knocking down several people, and burying him underneath.

The doppelganger, Ishihara Hideyoshi, also clutched his chest and took two steps back, crashing into a running red cheongsam woman, knocking the other party down before he stopped.

Looking down, the hand that was caught before was empty.

The handnail hook has been snatched away.

Raising his gaze, he looked at the Chinese people lying on their stomachs under the overlapping pile of people, Ishihara Hideyoshi had a triumphant sneer on his face, and the other Ishihara clones who were also walking around him also showed the same expression.

The sunlight shone through the bodies of several tourists who struggled to get up, mottled on the bloody faces at the corners of their mouths, and Xia Yi stretched out his hand vigorously, reached into the handarmor hook in front of him, and then ..... held it.

The red threads in his eyes became denser and denser, and the puffs in his heart suddenly accelerated, and the red particles in his blood also accelerated, and the gas from his mouth and nose became hot.

"Hehe......"

The corners of his mouth slowly outlined, grinning, and his voice took on a hoarse accent.

Around, five identical Ishihara Hideyoshi shook the different weapons in their hands and walked over like a circle, and when their steps fell in unison, their faces changed suddenly.

There were several tourists who were originally overlapping each other, and some of them got up and ran away, while the remaining three were still struggling to get up.

In the next second, the target pressed at the bottom gradually turned into a phantom.

In the distance, Sanada and Kato Hiroryu led their team members to squeeze through the crowd and ran towards this side, and Sanada shouted, "Ishihara-kun, where is the target-"

The five doppelgangers or real bodies standing in place turned their gaze almost at the same time and looked towards an anime sculpture in the square.

Moment.

The phantom on the ground suddenly stood up, and the killing intent soared into the sky!

Bang –

One of the five Ishihara hideyoshi flew out with a bang and rolled on the ground, leaving only one with a handarmor hook that fell into the distance.

The wind blew through the place, and the sound rang in the ears of the people.

“...... My shadow is enough to defeat you. ”

The hoarse accent echoed, and the cheongsam woman who was knocked down on the ground just looked up in the direction of the sound.

Above that anime sculpture.

Xia Yi's figure was half-squatting there, and on his right hand, the two-edged hook claws rubbed against the head of the sculpture, marking a long mark.

When dust particles fall.

Blown away by the wind.......