The underground gym simply provides a fighting venue, and these participants live further away from the large compound, each with a separate small compound.

Sanshiro has been very depressed for the past few days, thinking that he is a samurai of the Flowing Sword clan, and he is actually on an equal footing with a doctor.

This is the shame of the Great River Nation! If his companions of the Knife Clan knew about it, he would have to wash away his shame with his ribs.

The house is very simple, adhering to the ascetic life of the Flowing Knife clan.

Sanshiro knelt in the center of the room, wiping his sword with a clean white cloth, the sharp blade was broken, he could not get this kind of honor for an ordinary samurai, this was an extra reward for him to come to China as a spy.

If it weren't for the fear of revealing the identity of the spy, he would have brought a war knife with him last time.

"Shame can only be washed away with blood. Sanshiro muttered as he wiped his sword as he slowly inserted it into its scabbard.

The Flowing Knife clan is famous for their skill in drawing knives, dating back hundreds of years.

His sword is much more powerful than his fist, just when he is thinking about how to lose his blood!

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Sanshiro was vigilant, he never had anyone to disturb him when he was resting, unless there was something particularly urgent.

"Master Zhang has something to ask you to come over. The man outside said.

"Okay, I'll be right over. Sanshiro replied with his mouth in his mouth, but the muscles of his body tensed, he walked over in small steps, slowly grasping the handle of the knife, and his sharp gaze seemed to pass through the door panel to see outside.

I don't know why Sanshiro felt a little uneasy in his heart, but the samurai's keen sense of smell made him aware of danger.

He reached out and grabbed the handle, and suddenly the muscles of his arm contracted, and the door was pulled open in an instant, and the sharp blade shot out like a poisonous snake, at a sharp and fierce angle.

The man at the door widened his eyes, he dodged suddenly, his body instantly retreated a few meters, his hand waved suddenly, and several objects roared towards Sanshiro.

Flying!

Not to be outdone, Sanshiro seemed to come to life with the blade in his hand, waving it like a phantom.

A few throwing knives were knocked off by the war knives and scattered in all directions!

"Hmph! Huaxia's wind chasers are nothing more than that. Sanshiro held the war knife to his chest and said coldly.

"Really?" the retreating figure said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, hearing this, Sanshiro's face changed, and a whistling sound suddenly sounded in his ears, he barely dodged, his shoulder hurt, and he saw that a flying knife had already pierced deep into his shoulder, and blood flowed.

"The knife drawing technique of the Flowing Knife Clan, it seems that I have come to the right place this time. Li Song hugged his arms and said coldly, those flying knives just now were just a cover, and the real killing was that after the two flying knives collided, they hit in a whirlwind.

Li Songlai wanted to catch a live mouth, otherwise the flying knife should have pierced the back of Sanshiro's head.

Sanshiro felt a pain in his shoulder, he grabbed the flying knife and pulled it hard, threw it at Li Song, and he slammed the door shut, and rolled towards the window behind him without stopping.

He is Li Song's opponent there, and he will not run away at this time.

Want to escape? Li Song slammed through the door, just in time to see that the window kept shaking, and Sanshiro had already disappeared without a trace.

At the beginning of the day, when night falls, many families light up the electric lights, and the five rings look like bright and beautiful.

After Sanshiro escaped, he covered his wounds and ran away desperately, as long as he escaped to another secret point, it would be safe, this matter must be reported back, how could he be so secretive that the people of the Huaxia Special Operations Department would know.

Just as he ran to a small wood, he suddenly saw a person waiting for him quietly in front of him, and Sanshiro looked up and found that it was actually an acquaintance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"Despicable Huaxia!" Sanshiro's eyes narrowed slightly, he knew that if he didn't solve Zhang Yu as soon as possible, he would be attacked from front to back, and then it would be miserable.

"I'll let you come to pay tribute to my war knife today!" Sanshiro's eyes were red, he clenched the war knife with both hands, and rushed towards Zhang Yu with a loud roar.

Zhang Yu didn't dare to slack off, his palm was slightly gripped, and the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

The blade was like lightning, cutting through the sky and slashing towards Zhang Yu.

Sanshiro's eyes flashed with a cruel light, as if he saw Zhang Yu being split in half under this thunderous blow.

"Bump!"

The sound of metal colliding sounded, and the pitch-black night sky burst into a large group of firelight, instantly illuminating everything around them, including the calm Zhang Yu and the hideous Sanshiro.

Sanshiro felt like he was slashing against a steel wall, bleeding from the tiger's mouth that was shocked by the force of the rebound, and he took a few steps back in a row, his chest churning with blood. He was terrified, feeling his arm trembling desperately, the blow just now was his angry attack, and his strength and speed almost reached his peak strength, but even so, it was in vain.

Zhang Yu also took a step back, he didn't expect that Sanshiro was so powerful, he raised his hand and looked at the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was no trace on it.

"Damn it!" Sanshiro had to attack quickly, he felt that his strength kept flowing with the bleeding, and he was secretly anxious in his heart, his right shoulder was injured and he couldn't move at all, so he had to continue to attack with his left hand.

In order to save his strength, he used a subtle knife technique, and the blade was sharp, constantly attacking Zhang Yu's vital parts.

I have to say that Sanshiro is indeed a master of swordsmanship, but unfortunately his cultivation is too low, even Zhang Yu, who doesn't know much about swordsmanship, can resist with his physical fitness.

At first, Zhang Yu resisted with all his might, but later he finally found a little combat experience and began to fight back.

Li Song, who was standing on a tree not far away, looked at this scene, knowing that it was difficult for Sanshiro to fly today, but he held his arms to watch Zhang Yu and Sanshiro fight, how experienced he was, and he could see at a glance that Zhang Yu had too little experience in hand-to-hand combat.

The more Sanshiro fought, the more frightened he became, and after the sharp momentum was slowly smoothed out by Zhang Yu at the beginning, he fought by instinct, but his ability to play up to seven layers due to the wound.

"Dead, dead!" Sanshiro knew that it was impossible to escape this time, he waved his sword violently, and attacked Zhang Yu like a sacrifice of his life, and the knife did not leave the vital point.

Zhang Yu was in a hurry all of a sudden, and his clothes were cut countless times by the sharp knife qi.

At this moment, Sanshiro suddenly stepped back, took out a firework from his pocket, raised it, and pulled it towards the sky.

"It's not good, this guy wants to report the news!" Li Song was taken aback, and threw the flying knife in his hand at Sanshiro.

It's a pity that the flying knife is fast, Sanshiro's movements are faster, the flying knife slashes off his three fingers, the fireworks are still ignited, and a bright firework explodes in the dark sky, bright and beautiful!

Many people think it is fireworks, and only a few people know the mystery of this firework, and that Zhang Laosan is one of them. When he heard the report from his subordinates, his face changed and he hurriedly walked to the room.

When he came to the secret room, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone number, muttering something in Dongying......

On the other side of the imperial capital, a man with a gloomy face hung up the phone, smashed the phone and threw it on the ground, and he said loudly: "Baga!"