The two kendo masters, each carrying a glittering long sword, rushed towards each other.

A smug smile tugged at the corners of François's mouth. His endless smoke and dust move, because the rapid rotation caused a centrifugal force, can make the sword qi grow violently, and the attack distance can reach about three meters, it can be said that within a radius of six meters, the village grass is not left.

The horror of this move lies precisely in the fact that it can change the form of the sword qi: ordinary sword qi can even attach to the playing cards, and on the four sides of the slice is attached an air blade that is only a few tenths of a millimeter - such a playing card is also extremely sharp, and can cut through the glass without damaging the card.

When it came to the realm of Ren Qiuling and François, the sword qi attached to the sword body could be as wide as a few millimeters, and with the sword as the shape and the qi as the god, the power naturally increased dozens of times.

There is also a higher realm, and the sword qi does not have to rely entirely on the sword body, and it can have a certain form. Like François, he can only temporarily reach such a state when he uses the Endless Smoke move. At this stage, it is normal for flying flowers and picking leaves to kill people.

Of course, there are two higher realms in the legend: the sword qi can already form on its own, and it can cut off the tree with a stroke of the sword finger. At this stage, the sword qi has reached the point where it has both form and spirit, but unfortunately it only exists in legends.

The highest realm is that the sword qi can leave the human body like a flying sword and be controlled by the heart. However, even François suspected that this was bragging by the Chinese, and if there is really such a bullish sword aura, isn't it invincible in the world?

The competition of kendo is not only a competition of strength, but also a battle of mind and strategy. The two of them looked like water and their faces were like ice, they just didn't want each other to see their reality.

The two gradually approached, François's hand holding the sword turned blue because he was too hard, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Sure enough, Ren Qiuling has no actual combat experience, and then she should die!" The two of them ran closer and closer, and the swords of both sides shone brightly. François slammed his left foot and his right foot slammed it, and he was about to spin with the power of his feet and launch an endless smoke and dust move.

Ren Qiuling suddenly jumped backwards, then turned around and ran.

That's right, Ren Qiuling has no actual combat experience, but she is good at micro-expression analysis: the corners of one side of her mouth are lightly raised, which is a suppressed contemptuous expression, and it also represents the pleasure of a successful plan. Usually this expression appears on people who have lied successfully, and it only lasts for a few tenths of a second. But how could such a micro-expression escape Ren Qiuling's eyes, she immediately turned around and fled.

François spun around, and the sword qi did grow violently, reaching more than a meter long, but it only hit the air.

As soon as Ren Qiuling retreated, the emperor penguin-level exoskeletons behind her swarmed up, trying to block her back. The situation is already very clear, Ren Qiuling is afraid, these people in the exoskeleton feel that the opportunity has come and want to buy François a little time.

At this time, François also came to his senses and chased after him with his sword.

Ren Qiuling's hand swung freely, spinning in front of her into the shape of a flower, and all the exoskeletons that came close were chopped into pieces.

On the top of the Kuixing Tower, Ling Luo was shocked and said, "Isn't this the sword blade rose of the bitter bamboo swordsmanship?" ”

On the other side of the pool, Zou Yan frowned and looked at Ren Qiuling nervously.

In fact, Ren Qiuling didn't know how she was going to use the sword, but the sword in her hand danced with her arm, using an extremely aggressive sword technique.

Exoskeleton parts flew and metal sparkle flew like fireworks. Ren Qiuling rushed into the exoskeleton group with a blade rose with a move, like a tiger entering a flock, killing people and running away, and the speed of progress was no slower than Francois.

François hated it to the extreme. The training of exoskeleton warriors is extremely difficult, and the value of each exoskeleton is not low, but Ren Qiuling does not know how to cherish it at all, and she is ruthless, and after only a while, she has killed more than 30 exoskeletons.

François was hateful and anxious, desperately pursuing Ren Qiuling. Suddenly, his right foot went numb, and a spike-shaped exoskeleton part pierced the plate of his foot, piercing through the instep of his foot.

It turned out that when Ren Qiuling ran by, there were no these exoskeleton parts on the ground, which were left by her all the way to kill. By the time François had passed, the road was full of these sharp metal objects. Now François understands that Ren Qiuling killed the exoskeleton all the way, and deliberately twisted the exoskeleton into pieces, just to use these metal parts as iron thorn quinoa, a hidden weapon to prevent the pursuers.

Why can't I catch up with Ren Qiuling, who has been killing people? It's because the road is full of these sharp things, and you have to dodge these things while running, and of course you can't run fast.

François slowly lifted his right foot, grasped the large head of the metal part under the footboard with his hand, and pulled it out with great force—it must have been very painful, but François had been in battle for a long time, and although there was a little sweat on his forehead, there was no pain on his face.

At this time, Ren Qiuling had already stopped killing, and turned to look at François coldly: "Everyone has a weakness, and a strong person like you is no exception." Do you want to fight again? The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

François tossed the metal parts in his hand to the ground - in fact, they were the tibia and the soles of an emperor penguin-class exoskeleton. He slowly lowered the bleeding ball of his left foot, lightly tapped it on the ground, and then slammed his foot - he had to be familiar with and accustomed to the sharp pain in his right foot for the rest of the battle.

François was wounded, but he was more aggressive. The breeze blew, and his white hair fluttered in the wind like a lion's mane.

In order to break François's confidence, Ren Qiuling jumped between the broken metal. Although the ground was covered with sharp metal shards, she had practiced this dexterous kung fu since she was a child—and the way to practice it was actually to jump rubber bands. Her feet are relatively small, and she has practiced since she was a child, and no metal fragments can hurt her in the slightest.

François surveyed the battlefield with a smile on his face, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword turned upside down in his palm, and he held the sword in his hand.

Ren Qiuling was stunned for a moment, not understanding what new tricks François had. However, she was more comfortable knowing that she was about 30 meters away from François, and at such a distance, François could not make a difference.

François limped to the center of the battlefield, his right foot on the chest of a human being, and the shuriken was pointed at the man's mouth.

That's Wen Xiaoyu.

Ren Qiuling's face became ugly.

Fran said coldly: "To borrow a phrase from you: everyone has a weakness, and you are no exception. This warrior is your friend, right? If you don't come and fight me, I'll kill him. ”

Wen Xiaoyu was stepped on by François and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He snapped open his bloodshot eyes and stared at the sky in a daze.

"Wen Xiaoyu!" Ren Qiuling screamed anxiously.

Wen Xiaoyu heard the familiar voice, turned his head to look at Ren Qiuling on the ground, his eyes were very anxious, he opened his mouth to say something, and more blood gushed out from his mouth, and he could only make a muffled "whine" sound.

Ren Qiuling screamed bitterly: "Wen Xiaoyu! Unconsciously took a few steps forward.

Wen Xiaoyu's eyes were anxious, and she looked at the distance on Ren Qiuling's right side, as if she wanted to remind Ren Qiuling of something, but she could only spit out more blood clots.

François smiled proudly, "Ren Qiuling, how do you feel now?" ”

At this time, on the roof of the teaching building of Xinmen Village Primary School, a sniper gently let go of his hand, and the handkerchief in his hand fell not far from his side.

The sniper calculates the wind speed: he rotates his arm, points to the handkerchief, and uses the angle of the arm to rotate, divide by four, and multiply by 1.6 to get the current wind speed. The wind was twenty kilometers per hour, coming from eleven o'clock - these data were very important, and he could now adjust his shooting.

Wen Xiaoyu had already seen the sniper in the distance, and he wanted to remind Ren Qiuling, but he could only make a beast-like sound from his chest, and the sound of "woo woo...... was blocked by the blood in his throat. He wanted to signal Ren Qiuling with his eyes, but Ren Qiuling was so anxious that tears blurred her eyes.

Now the sniper is lying next to the heavy sniper rifle, which was originally designed to be used against armored vehicles, and its bullets can easily penetrate the steel plates of armored vehicles. In the battle against cultivators abroad, people were surprised to find that heavy snipers could easily break the cultivators' defensive spells, so some extremist groups began to introduce snipers into combat units.

Now, the sniper has locked onto the back of Ren Qiuling's head through the scope.

At the same time, the fusiform flying saucer that was quietly hovering above Kuixing Tower opened a square hole in its abdomen, and a metal stand stretched out, and on the stand was a three-hundred-kilogram bomb. The enemy is ready, and if François is defeated, then blow it all up.

In fact, François knew all this, but he had no regrets.

This evil organization has many characteristics of a cult and is particularly closed. Somewhere underground in Antarctica, there is a city called Aryan City, where all the people of this organization live. As a result of the long-term brainwashing in a closed environment, even a master like François accepted the belief of this organization: the interests of the organization are above all else, and they are ready to sacrifice their lives for the organization.

It sounds incredible, but when you think about MLM, you can understand it.

Now that Ren Qiuling's appearance has seriously affected the interests of the organization, François can't care about any gentlemanly demeanor, he doesn't even want his life, what else does he want to do? Therefore, he consciously and voluntarily attracted Ren Qiuling's attention, and a frenzy of sacrifice surged in his heart, and even his injured right foot was not so painful. He stepped on Wen Xiaoyu's chest harder.

Wen Xiaoyu spewed out a mouthful of blood mist with a "poof".

At this time, the sniper on the roof of the teaching building had already pulled the board machine, "Bang! ”