The liquid spilled by Song Yun had a faint smell of alcohol, and then someone reacted to Alai, it must be alcohol.

The only strange thing is that the alcohol seems to have been absorbed by something in mid-air, and it does not hit the ground at all, and the burning lighter is thrown in front of it accurately.

"Bang."

The flames burned rapidly, with a faint sound, and the fire grew stronger and stronger.

Some people have already noticed anomalies, and it is definitely not the result of burning alcohol, and there is a smell of burning in the air, as if someone's clothes are burning.

"Whew!"

The burning flames were rolled up and suddenly attacked Song Yun, but at this time, Song Yun had already calmly retreated, and the Blood Sword followed with a buzzing sound, stabbing towards the flames.

"You still don't show me your original form?"

The moment Song Yun's words fell, there was another "snort" sound.

The flames in front of him were torn apart, revealing a man in black with a short stature.

Looking at the height, it is about 1.2 meters, just like a child, but the face is the appearance of an adult man, and it is likely that he is suffering from dwarfism or something like that.

A long knife in his hand, and behind him, he also carried an unsheathed short knife on his back, and his eyes were cold.

"Baga!"

The warrior of the Sakura Country finally revealed his true identity at this time.

What kind of evil ghosts ask for their lives, but they are all false existences, the moment the flames burned just now, many people have already reacted, and in front of the short man is a black cloth.

In the dark night environment, the speed of the other party is extremely strange, all from the beginning, no one has been detected, and every time the knife flashes, it seems to disappear out of thin air, and it seems more and more mysterious.

"So that's it, it's the Sakura Country killer again. This is the place of the hot summer, do you completely ignore the hot summer warriors? Zhu Xiangyang's expression was cold, and his eyes flashed with anger.

On the one hand, Zhu Xiangyang may be really angry that the killers of the Sakura Country are rampant here, and on the other hand, the reason is that he was really slapped in the face.

I have also seen a few sudden sword lights before and after, but Zhu Xiangyang did not find any flaws at all.

Today, he was exposed by Song Yun, doesn't this mean that his vision is not as good as Song Yun?

"If you dare to come, you will be wanted to go out alive. Bring me my sword! ”

Zhu Xiangyang snorted coldly, and Fan Mu threw the sword box he had been carrying in the air.

"Master, go on."

Since becoming an elder of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, Zhu Xiangyang's frame has become very large, and in normal times, it is the apprentice Fan Mu who carries the long sword on his back.

In Zhu Xiangyang's thoughts, it was because the long sword was no longer by his side just now that Song Yun took the lead everywhere.

Tonight, Song Yun has been in the limelight enough, since this killer has appeared, he should be killed by himself, and it can be regarded as fighting for the lost face.

Raise your arms and exert your strength in an instant.

"Click!"

The wooden box shattered, followed by a "choking" sound, and the long sword with cold light was held in his hand.

This whole set of actions, everything is synthetic, and it is forced to score a full score.

The dwarf man bowed slightly, acting aggressively, his expression was gloomy and cold, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

Song Yun frowned and said slowly:

"Cover your body with a black cloth, this is one of my country's ninjutsu, to put it bluntly, although it's not worth mentioning, but this person's technique and speed, there are outstanding points, are you sure you want to do it?"

Hearing Song Yun's words, Zhu Xiangyang immediately became unhappy.

"Are you suspicious of me? Leave it to me, boy, and step aside. ”

When he first met Song Yun, Zhu Xiangyang said that in his opinion, Song Yun was able to defeat Kimura Ichiro, but it was all a fluke, and now, he just wants to prove that in front of a really powerful killer, he still depends on him Zhu Xiangyang.

Song Yun didn't mean to fight, and stepped back casually, standing beside Lin Xiaoya.

Ma You said with amazement on his face:

"Mr. Song, you are really a god, I never thought about it, what weird sword light, what evil ghost asking for life, in the end, it is just a ghost trick made by the killer."

"If it weren't for you today, I don't know what bloody storm would have happened."

Hearing Ma You's words, Zhu Xiangyang was even more unhappy, now the person who has to face the killer of the Sakura Country is Lao Tzu and me, why is there only one Song Yun in your eyes?

In this case, Lao Tzu has to win beautifully, so that you can understand that Song Yun is just because he understands the ninjutsu of the Sakura Country, so that he can get away with the killer.

When it comes to really fighting tough battles, fighting for life and death, who else can I be?

"Death, little man!"

Zhu Xiangyang flashed forward with a contemptuous look on his face.

Frowning, Song Yun spoke again and reminded:

"Mr. Zhu, don't be careless, this person's knife skills must be sharp, and you have to guard against his sword!"

It's okay if Song Yun didn't remind him, at this time Zhu Xiangyang's heart became even angrier, you kid, what can you understand? Lao Tzu eats more rice than you eat salt, and you still need you to remind me?

Fan Mu even said:

"Song Yun, my master makes a move, I don't need you to worry about it, hurry up and shut up. This killer of the cherry blossom country will be finished soon! ”

But just after saying this, Zhu Xiangyang over there had already come to the front of the killer of the Sakura Country.

"Die."

The angry shout was shocking, the waist and abdomen were exerted, the wrist was flipped, the long sword in Zhu Xiangyang's hand had a terrible sound of breaking the air, and at that moment, the killing machine suddenly gathered, and it was extremely sharp.

The short Sakura Kuni Yamate, bowing his body slightly, did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly exerted his strength.

Sure enough, don't look short, but the Sakura Country Killer's next plate is very stable, and the most important thing is that the whole speed is fast to the peak, and the others almost didn't see anything clearly, just vaguely aware that Zhu Xiangyang and the Sakura Country Killer's bodies were staggered.

"Whew!"

Zhu Xiangyang's ribs and clothes were torn by the knife light, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he dodged in time just now, otherwise he would probably capsize in the gutter and was already seriously injured, and sure enough, the strength of the short Sakura Country killer should not be underestimated.

The look on his face was a little dignified, and Zhu Xiangyang took a wrong step to accumulate strength and moved forward again.

"Kill!"

The arm swept, and the long sword followed to draw an arc, in the dark night, like a newly rising moon, vast, mysterious, and sharp!

At the critical moment, the Sakura Country Killer, who was slightly bowed, rushed forward again, and when the two were about to make contact with each other, the Sakura Country Killer suddenly stretched out his left hand and held the short sword behind his back.

A rapid burst of cheers sounded, Song Yun didn't understand Sakura Mandarin, but according to common sense, it should be a roaring death, or a break.

The weapon drawn out of his left hand was indeed a Japanese sword, but it was shorter than a normal Japanese knife.

What is surprising is that the short knife of the killer of the Sakura Country slashed directly at Zhu Xiangyang's long sword instead.

His expression was very indifferent, Zhu Xiangyang was confident in his strength and the long sword in his hand, and he would not let go of it, and the long sword would not have problems.

As soon as I thought of this, there was a "click" sound, and the long sword broke.

I grass, can the slap in the face come so quickly, Zhu Xiangyang had a bad premonition in his heart.