Lightning thundered, and a silvery tree seemed to bloom in the gloomy sky, and the white light illuminated the gloomy eyes in the rider's helmet.

The rain pulled a trickle of rain on the Maybach window, and the black Maybach and the black Kawasaki modified motorcycle on the elevated road went hand in hand, and the six white fonts on the other body's car with a strong Eva flavor were clearly visible.

Lu Mingfei had already picked up the blaster pistol, and just as he was about to fire, the rider waved at him again.

Only this time, there were two more small knives in his hands, and the scarlet tassels on the hilts fluttered lonely in a world that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

The rider held the knife in his backhand, and the scabbard fell off and was thrown behind by the wind and rain, and the blade reflected the silver serpent swimming in the sky.

Lu Mingfei realized that he had made a mistake, and before he realized this, he had dropped his explosive pistol and kicked the car door and threw himself out, and his low roar remained in the whistling wind:

"Fingal!"

"Roger!"

Fingal noticed it too—it was the little knife of Miss Setsuko, the translator!

Instead of piercing the gray-black sack in the back seat of the motorcycle, the blade stabbed the rope that bound the sack.

Lu Mingfei's body instinct was faster than his reaction, and he had already dodged to the motorcycle, his palm grabbing the falling blade.

The leather rope that bound the gray-black sack was loosened in circles, and Fingal pounced, holding the sack with one hand and holding the Maybach passenger door with the other to act as a cushion to counteract inertia, dragging it on the road for a long distance.

Blood dripped down, Lu Mingfei was unconscious, and his bright golden eyes were reflected in the helmet eyepiece.

In his other hand he clutched the ferocious chainsaw sword, which let out a frantic roar to rip open the rider's chest.

But a blade blocked the chainblade's advance, and blinding sparks rained down like a waterfall - and the rider defended with the blade drawn with his other hand.

In the next second, as the rider's hands were empty, the motorcycle directly lost its balance, and the two fell from the car, and the motorcycle, which still had residual inertia, made a long splash on the road.

Lu Mingfei quickly regained his balance and stood after a few rolls, and the opposing rider did the same, dragging his hands on the road with knives to unload the inertia.

The rain poured down in an instant, as if the sound of the whole world had been smashed down by the sound of the rain, and it flowed down the road to the lower ground.

"The S-class of the headquarters! The Demons 'Ryoma, here'......"

The motorcyclist took off his helmet and saluted Lu Mingfei in the rain.

But before he could finish his sentence, a black Maybach cut through the rain curtain and turned into a battering ram, knocking him out of the air.

The sound of bones popping was clearly audible in the rain, and Lu Mingfei had heard the same sound from Wang Jiang-

It wasn't a bone shattering, it was a popping sound from a combination of bones, and it was clear that Ryoma wasn't an extraordinary human body, and he had entered a state of greatly enhanced body on the way to the air.

As if he had stepped on the brakes in mid-air, he stopped flying upside down and landed firmly on the ground.

"Interrupting people's etiquette is an act of apology, bastard......"....

His golden eyes stared indifferently at Chu Zihang who walked down from Maybach, and spoke in a low voice.

The rain drops fell on him with a "sizzle" sound, and wisps of fine white smoke evaporated.

If someone from the Japanese branch were here, they would be shocked by the appearance of the fierce ghost group "Ryoma", and then try to inform the family of the location of the other party's appearance before they completely lose their breath.

If the "King General" is an unfathomable strange and wise man, then "Ryoma" is a bloodthirsty executioner!

Each of his appearances was accompanied by countless blood and corpses, and he was an extremely evil ghost whose threat level was second only to that of the king.

After the serious injury of the former head of the Executive Bureau, who led the round-up of him two years ago, Ryoma seems to have disappeared and disappeared.

It also made many elites angry but had nowhere to vent, believing that as long as this evil ghost was again

appeared, and the newly appointed director Yuan Zhisheng would definitely be able to kill him.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't know who Ryoma was, and he couldn't understand the other party's Japanese self-introduction.

Of course, it doesn't matter who the other party is now, when he lifted Shi Jinzi's two small swords, he had already been labeled a heretic by Lu Mingfei.

Since it is a heresy, it needs to be eliminated and purified.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to pull the chainsaw sword forward, he suddenly turned his head with a feeling.

The premonition gave him a strong crisis feedback - from the rear!

Lu Mingfei immediately turned around and rushed to Fingal's location.

"Hey, S-class coward! Don't try to run away!"

Ryoma was stunned, and then scolded loudly.

Just as he was about to chase after him with his sword, he suddenly heard a high, fast chant behind him.

The howling wind and rain could not hide the sound of the syllables, and all the sounds in the world were as small as the chirping of mosquitoes compared to the ancient language.

This was followed by a sun rising from the rain!

Then, the sun dragged its bright flame tail and billowing white smoke into Ryoma, whose face was excited and crazy.

Words and spirits. Jun Yan!

Rumble!

The fireball crashed down, and the entire elevated highway trembled violently.

It is a pity that many online media articles are promoting and boasting of good quality Japanese highways, and they have failed to pick up Chu Zihang's Jun Yan, and a gap has been blown out of the middle.

The visual presentation effect brought by the eruption of the Jun Flame is more powerful than the actual effect, the pouring rain is vaporized into a rich white vapor by the high temperature at the moment of the eruption of the Jun Yan, and the black smoke formed by the dazzling orange fire and the melting of the asphalt on the road surface rises into the sky.

Chu Zihang silently walked forward and pulled out the village rain.

The alchemy weapon seemed to rejoice with the boiling dragon blood of its master, and the scorching red light appeared on the blade, and before the rain could fall, it was evaporated by the heat emitted by the blade.

But Chu Zihang didn't notice this, he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, and the rain kept pouring down from the sky.

It was like going back to that rainy night.

"Awesome! I didn't expect to see such a bright sun!"

There was an arrogant laugh from the black smoke, and Ryoma walked out of the billowing black smoke with a knife, and saw Chu Zihang's eyes burning with golden flames in the rain, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Although he didn't take Jun Yan's blow head-on, his black rider's suit was also burned, revealing the armor made of countless scales in the shape of a sword and shield, and his chest and muscles rose and fell under the gray-white scales, containing explosive power.

"Put your name on it! In addition to the S-Rank, you're also an interesting opponent!"

Ryoma laughed and waved the long knife in his hand, cutting through the rain curtain.

But Chu Zihang didn't answer, he leaned down, clasped the village rain that was as red as molten iron with both hands, and faced Ryoma with a posture of drawing a knife and slashing.

"Forget it...... It seems that the sword is our common language."

Ryoma's smile grew more and more excited.

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