The man in black just took out a cigarette and lit it, and began to swallow the clouds and smoke intently.

Deadlocked.

After a long time, I got up with the scabbard in my hand and said, "So, sir, the negotiations are broken?" ”

The man in black was still just smoking a cigarette and was alone and cheerful, as if the samurai in front of him did not exist.

Without an answer, the samurai's anger surged. He frowned, grasped the scabbard, and the back of his hand protruded.

Finally, the man in black answered, "Hmm." ”

Suddenly, things are no longer simple.

The smoke was so dense that the figure of the man in black was blurred, and only a single flame flickered.

How can a normal person smoke smoke and spit out so much smoke?

The samurai's pupils shrank.

The blade is unsheathed, and the wind is blowing. The smoke screen dented suddenly, and quickly calmed down.

The spark fell on the pitch-black couch.

The samurai were shocked. He was confident in the speed with which he drew his sword, but only slashed at the black man's cigarette butt. I felt a chill down my spine and a cold sweat broke out.

The room was eerily quiet, as if the man in black had disappeared.

The samurai listened with bated breath, but became more and more shocked.

"Smack!" Cacophony.

The corners of the samurai's eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

The Man in Black lit a cigarette again behind him.

The samurai's pupils shrank sharply, and he raised his sword and stabbed behind him.

The black-clad man's knife slipped out of his cuff and stabbed the samurai in the back of the heart.

The samurai's edge shattered in an instant. His sword will never be unsheathed again, nor will it ever come out of its sheath again.

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