Why is Luo Yingkong like this?

Looking at Luo Yingkong, who was unrelenting, Tian Hong couldn't help frowning, the master made a move, the first opportunity is very important, sometimes, in order to get the first opportunity, some masters have made sufficient preparations, in order to preempt at that moment.

Although static braking is also a way of fighting, thousands of years of living examples of war tell future generations: the first strike is strong, and the last strike suffers!

Luo Ying is empty!

Luo Yingkong's movements are almost exactly the same as those of the four masters, the same thrilling, the same sword light, the only difference is that the sword in Luo Yingkong's hand is as black as ink.

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

……

A dense metal crash sounded in the air, and two murderous long knives slashed into the air with dazzling sparks, like bright fireworks at night.

Seeing that the two of them were almost identical, Tian Hong's heart moved, and large beads of sweat suddenly rolled down his forehead.

Luo Yingkong can't make a knife......

Of course, Tian Hong was not worried about Luo Yingkong, but extremely regretted giving the long knife Quartet to Luo Yingkong, he really didn't want the long knife Quartet to fall into the hands of a person who would not make a knife.

When Tian Hong regretted it, the four masters were so angry that they vomited blood, and the young man on the other side made exactly the same moves as him, the difference was that the direction of the two was reversed, so the consequence was that the slashing of the two must have collided violently in the air.

The battle grew fierce, the fierce slashing sound kept whistling in the air, and the torn air emitted a piercing chirp, which was extremely fierce and palpitating.

The fourth is not like the master is over a hundred years old, and his physical strength and speed are naturally not comparable to Luo Yingkong, and this kind of fierce confrontation suffers a lot.

The four masters began to adopt a way of fighting, constantly changing directions.

Really!

Luo Yingkong's long knife also lost its speed and strength, and began to take a fighting posture to confront the four masters.

You Dou seems to be much gentler, but it is more risky, killing opportunities everywhere and trapping everywhere, and the slightest carelessness will fall into a place of no return.

The atmosphere in the room became dull, and without the blood-boiling battle that began, every move was extremely heavy and suffocating......

The two of them held each other, like still sculptures, and suddenly, the two of them moved at the same time.

"Brush!"

A snow-white cold light flashed, and as soon as the two came into contact, they immediately separated, and the movements were as fast as lightning, this time, the long knives of the two did not meet, but the whistling sound of the blades overlapped.

This stillness moved and then stopped, and the two of them were five meters apart and didn't understand, and the air seemed to be frozen.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

……

The sound of water droplets suddenly sounded in the extremely quiet room, which was extremely harsh.

Tian Hong's eyes became sharp, and he saw that there was a shocking wound outside Luo Yingkong's shoulder, and the "snapping" sound was the sound of blood dripping from the wound on the ground.

"Donor be careful, this knife is one of the thirty-six famous knives in Japan, called Murayu, also known as Mura Rain Pill, when this knife is pulled out to kill, the blade with murderous aura will condense with dew. After slashing someone, water will flow out of the blade to wash the bloodstains. Just like the village rain washes the leaves, this knife is called 'village rain'. Because the knife is too murderous, it is also called 'Demon Knife Village Rain'. ”

The long knife in the master's hand slashed in the air, and the blade really condensed a layer of water droplets, and the blood stains on the blade became bright and dazzling with the drops of water droplets......

Looking at the dew drops on the knife's body, the corners of Luo Yingkong's mouth flashed with his signature evil smile, and those eyes were like a layer of mist, turning silver-gray.

"This knife is a quadripart, which means that it eats all directions!"

Luo Yingkong shook the pitch-black Quartet in his hand slightly, and the Quartet let out a thrilling chirping sound, and then returned to an extreme calm, like a beast lurking in the dark abyss.

"Smack......

A drop of blood fell to the ground with a crisp sound like a jade plate, and almost at the same time, the blood that fell on the ground was torn apart, like broken glass.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The bodies of the two moved at the same time, and the black and white blades made an amazing whistling sound in the air.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

……

A round of blood-boiling attacks, the sound of dense blade collisions continued, and it was impossible to tell how many knives the two had slashed.

Although the attacks of the four masters were as dense as rain, he had always attacked in an orderly manner, and he already knew that he had already understood one thing from his opponent's jerky sword technique.

The other party doesn't know the knife technique at all, he imitates his own knife technique!

A sneer appeared on the corner of the master's mouth, he was setting a trap, he wanted to let this young man who didn't know the height of the sky fall into his trap unconsciously.

It's been a long time since I killed anyone!

Thinking of killing, the four masters had an incomparably excited impulse, as if every cell in his body was jumping and trembling.

Suddenly, the four masters felt that something was wrong, and he always had a feeling that his sword speed seemed to be getting slower and slower.

Moreover, the long knife in his own hand became heavier and heavier.

Why is this happening?

Is it that you are too old to be physically exhausted?

……

What made the Four Masters feel inappropriate the most was that the pitch-black long knife had not been slashed with his own long knife at least dozens of times......

Si didn't feel like the master felt that his arm was a thousand weights, and he wanted to stop and check if something was wrong, but he didn't have a chance, although his opponent didn't collide with him, he bit very tightly, and those silver eyes made him feel a cold murderous aura.

Finally, an opportunity was found.

Four unlike the master of the false move, a few steps back in a row, when his eyes fell on the long knife in his hand, suddenly, the whole person was stunned, only to see the long knife blade, wrapped in a thick layer of ice, he was like holding a huge popsicle, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

No wonder there is a feeling of heaviness.

"Haha...... Death, old thief! ”

Luo Yingkong let out a long laugh, and the pitch-black blades of the long knife soared, like a meteor in the sky dragging a black tail flame and went straight to the four masters.

Almost subconsciously, Si is not like the master raising his knife to block, but his speed is too slow, and the slowness can't stop the speed of the Sifang like black lightning.

Even so, the long knife of the Four Masters still blocked the murderous pitch-black long knife.

Feeling that the pitch-black long knife and his own long knife collided together, the four masters were immediately overjoyed, with the help of the impact power of these two knives, the ice cube of the blade could be completely shattered.

However, the scene that made the four different masters imagined did not appear, and the moment the pitch-black long knife intersected, the blade was wrong......

Not good!

Suddenly, a black lightning slid along the long knife that struck, and the pupils of the four masters constricted, like pinholes, almost instinctively, giving up the long knife in his hand, and his body jumped backwards suddenly......

It's late!

The long black knife like lightning and thunder had already slashed down with the help of the smooth ice.

Black lightning slashed diagonally into the air......

Time and space stood still at this moment, Luo Yingkong held the knife in both hands, half-kneeling on the ground, his long hair was draped, covering his handsome face, while the four-like master was open-mouthed, looking at Luo Yingkong, who was half-kneeling on the ground with a dull face, in a chic posture.

The sword technique is simple and clear, the footwork is flexible and light, and strives to "fight rampantly, fluttering like the wind", which is the essence of Japanese swordsmanship.

"Good apprentice......

The muscles of the four masters' faces twitched, and he spit out three words with difficulty, a stream of black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and a pair of gray eyes looked at the young man in front of him......

"Master rest assured, I will bring your head back to China and enshrine it in front of the martyr's tomb." Luo Yingkong slowly stood up, his long hair fluttering, and he was full of spirit.

"His Majesty the Emperor ......"

With a heart-rending scream, the four masters showed a hysterical frenzy on their faces, and their hands were raised frantically.

"Phew!"

Before the master could finish his sentence, his body suddenly collapsed into two pieces from his shoulders to his waist, his internal organs fell to the ground, blood flowed everywhere, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin dropping.

Tian Hong frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground, looking at the distorted and deformed fanatical face......

ps: There must be a big chapter today, ask for a few red tickets!