Huaxia - Kyoto, the rainstorm in early summer came abruptly and strangely. Dense raindrops slapped the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City, and the water droplets constantly thrown on the eaves were smashed into mist in mid-air. Night swallows up the last bit of light of the day. As night fell, the last pedestrians near the Forbidden City also walked away with umbrellas.

Time passed little by little, and the night was already late. Thanks to the heavy rains, Kyoto is still lit up at night, but there are many fewer cars coming and going. Obviously, on rainy days, people prefer to stay at home rather than experience the colorful nightlife.

However, at this time, under the tall walls of the Forbidden City, a black commercial vehicle was quietly parked in the shadows. It seems that something awaits. It is worth mentioning that there is a black leather bag placed on the roof, which almost covers the roof, and it is unknown what it contains.

There were four people in the carriage, three men and one woman, all wearing special military uniforms. Wearing a dark blue tactical vest on his upper body, black tactical gloves on his hands that show his fingers, black combat trousers on his lower body are also tied with serrated armed belts, and high military boots on his feet, the whole person seems to be integrated with the night.

"Bang", a person sitting in the back of the car took out a lighter and lit a cigarette that seemed to be a special supply for the army, and saw that he was holding the roof of the car with one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Hey, hey, sword idiot, you're blatantly violating the ban again by smoking while on a mission. Boss, you're going to take care of him!" called a man who was also sitting in the back. There was a scar on his face that stretched from the center of his brow to his right cheek, and the scar kept beating with the pull of the muscles as he spoke, and it looked a little hideous in the light of the little fire of the cigarette butt.

"The knife maniac is a bad word, as the saying goes, smoke a cigarette before killing, so as to send the enemy to the west heaven. The scholarly swordsman said as he spewed clouds and mist. In the words, it seems that killing people is as simple as eating and drinking.

In this regard, the sword maniac could only roll his eyes at the sword idiot, and said slanderously: "You can really break blindly, and you can break it all in one set." Why send the enemy to the western sky, you still have black smoke from the ancestral tomb,!"

"Poof", sitting in the co-pilot, the female soldier who was wiping a silver *** heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but chuckle. The electronic clock on the "Di" car jumped to 12 o'clock, and the man who was sitting in the driver's seat with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. He looked out the window at the raindrops, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. The man touched his eyebrows with his index finger and said to his comrades in the car: "Yan Huang belongs, be on guard!" Suddenly several people in the car stopped laughing and looked serious.

At this time, on the street on a rainy night, more than a dozen masked people in night clothes were constantly jumping on the rooftops on both sides of the road like a star pill, and quickly advanced towards the Forbidden City. Through the car window, looking at the oncoming unknown person, the corners of the mouths of several people in the car invariably hooked up a cold arc. "Prepare for battle!" the man in the main driver's seat whispered.

At that moment, the headlights suddenly turned on, the door of the business vehicle opened almost at the same time, and the sword idiot, whose palm had been attached to the roof of the car, slapped a palm to the roof of the car, and the bag on the roof of the car was shaken high, and then it was firmly caught by the man who had just stepped out of the main cab. I saw that the man shook the bag, and the two sheathed weapons shot at the sword maniac and the sword maniac respectively.

It was a Tang knife that flew towards the knife maniac, and I saw the knife maniac jump up, follow the direction where the Tang knife flew from, and hold the handle of the knife. The scabbard continued to fly, and finally plunged into the distant land, the blade of which was held in the backhand of the knife maniac. The blade of the knife was like a crystal black jade, like a ghostly light slashed in the rainy night. If you look closely, from the handle to the tip of the knife, a thin dark red line is inlaid in it, the blade is straight, the narrow blade is wide, and it is the most suitable horizontal knife for combat in the Tang Dynasty.

On the other side, flying to the sword idiot is a simple long sword, the sword idiot is also floating to the ground after receiving the sword, holding arms with both hands, the sword is circled in front of the chest, the hilt of the sword is inlaid with a blue gem in the center, the color is as deep as the sea, the hilt of the sword is covered with flowing cloud-like lines, the quaint scabbard has been diagonally straddling the waist at some point, and the sword body that is held is like a Hong Qingquan, flashing with cold and sharp light. He stood side by side with the sword maniac, and although he looked a little delicate, he was as chic and elegant as an ancient knight at the moment.

Compared with sword nerds and sword maniacs, the person they call the boss is even more exaggerated. He pulled the bag, and the eight-foot-long Fang Tian Painting Halberd was held in his hand, making his already burly body even more majestic.

The halberd in his hand is dark iron colored, not as gorgeous as the ink knife and ancient sword, the only decoration is the dragon scale-like lines that surround the halberd's body, but the two hideous blood grooves on the moon branch make people dare not doubt its power at all. The murderous and evil aura emanating from the halberd makes people feel as if they have returned to the ancient battlefield where the two armies faced each other. He stood calmly in front of the sword maniac and the sword maniac with his halberd, while the sword maniac and the sword maniac felt that the air around them seemed to be sluggish.

The woman in the passenger seat did not get out of the car, but put her white silver *** on the window of the car with the glass rolled down. She also began to look for the figure of the enemy in the scope. The silver in the night seems to be a poisonous snake that chooses people to devour, waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow.

That's all it takes, but it happened in a split second. Seeing that the dozen or so black-clothed people were getting closer and closer, someone among the four finally made a move. A dull gunshot rang out, and the sniper bullet pierced the space and hit a man in black in the head with precision. I saw a brilliant blood flower blooming in the air. The first to strike was the delicate-looking female soldier. At this moment, in the carriage, the female soldier looked cold, and the hand holding the gun was still as smooth as ever, and it seemed that it was not affected by the recoil at all.

The man in black who was attacked briefly rioted. But under the command of the three leaders, they quickly regained their composure, and scattered in all directions, found cover on their own, and moved forward cautiously. Under the cover of night, it was as if it had disappeared.

"Ninja?" The knife maniac laughed disdainfully, and with a flip of his wrist, the ink knife in his hand made a crisp knife sound, and the sharp knife qi surrounded the knife maniac, and even the raindrops were chopped into more fine pieces. I saw the knife maniac take a step forward, slash out to the left side with a lunge, and with a "dang" sound, a black-clothed masked ninja with a sword in his hand was shocked out of the air. The shinobi exclaimed in disbelief, "How is it possible! How can you see through my ninjutsu!"

The ninja who was seen through the disguise was shocked, and hurriedly retreated, as if he wanted to find an opportunity to hide his body again, he still couldn't believe that the disguise he had been training for many years was seen through so easily, he felt that all this was just a coincidence, trying to find another opportunity to hide and launch an attack. But will the knife maniac give him a chance? The answer is, no!