Wei Ming put the wine jar on the ground with all his heart, his drooping eyelids were raised, and a pair of cloudy triangular eyes stared straight at Han Baiyi.

After staring at it for a long time, he hiccuped before he sighed and said:

"Ambitious, you little devil."

"Tell me why."

The old man's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, and under the seemingly thin and withered skin, there was a domineering soul wrapped in it.

No refusal.

"It's to cut off Long Yin."

Han Baiyi was sitting up in front of the old man, straightening his waist:

"Lord Jiulang, she wants to cut off Long Yin and change her immortality."

"To do this, I must acquire the power to be able to defeat Sakura Dragon."

"Goo Dong Dong ......" Rei Ming poured two sips of old wine with one heart, and his cloudy eyes flashed, "Yes, really good, you boys." ”

"Ichiro Higan can see it clearly."

"The way to live without dying is wrong."

"Even if it is the power of Long Yin, as long as a person lives too long, it will inevitably affect the mind."

"People always deserve to die."

As he spoke, the old man stood tall and picked up a knife from the knife holder on the side.

Pulling out the sheath, the surface of the knife is as bright as water, and there are large and small fine gaps on the blade, and there are even the slightest cracks, but at first glance, others can only feel the sharpness and killing intent that soars into the sky.

This is a knife that has killed a lot of people.

Even if it's not bloody, it looks extremely old, and it seems like it's going to break at any moment.

"Let's go, let me see your strength."

From the moment he stood up, his face was like a withered and old bark, and he had already taken off the smell of wine, and he was not drunk at all.

Just standing beside him, you can feel the stabbing knife intent.

The old man's expression did not change in the slightest, and he turned to Han Baiyi and said with a smile:

"If you can't even beat a bad old man like me, don't think about defeating Sakura, and find a woman to live with as soon as possible."

Han Baiyi remained upright and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

......

The top floor balcony of the castle tower,

Wei Ming and Han Baiyi stood opposite each other.

Although the old man's figure was thin and thin, once his tall body was straightened, he immediately turned from a drooping old man to the sharpest sword in the world.

A white deep coat fluttered leisurely in the breeze on the rooftop, as if he was going to ride the wind in the next moment, and the long silver-white hair that blew into the air made the old man look a little more immortal.

His eyes seemed to be glowing.

This is the strongest man in the world.

was named the name of the Sword Saint, and the name of the reed was one heart.

Han Baiyi pressed the knife with his left hand, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited in his heart.

To be honest, since he had gone through nearly two hundred reincarnations and killed Koichiro Ashina from the front, he had swelled up a bit.

It's a bit of a meaning that you don't take any strong person in your eyes.

In fact, it is only natural that this will be the case.

There are a number of strong people in the world of reeds, or wolves - Ichiro, Owl, and Lady Butterfly.

The strong men of the previous generation of Reeds are all old, and there is only one person in the next generation, and he is the second generation of Reeds, who is the strongest among the young people of this generation.

There is no doubt about that.

If Ichiro could have so many fierce subordinates by his side, he wouldn't have to think about abducting Lori every day in order to become stronger against the inner government.

But Han Baiyi is different, as a traverser, and he is still a traverser who has passed the wolf level for dozens of weeks, he is born with a sense of looking down on the so-called 'strong' in the wolf world.

Except for the beginning, when he used Ichiro as a target for himself to practice his knife skills, he was really not afraid of anyone in this world.

No matter how strong and show off you are, no matter how fast you learn things, is it possible that you can be stronger than him with one click upgrade?

Even if the old man in front of him was named 'the strongest' and 'sword master', he was already old.

Han Baiyi didn't believe that the difference in strength in reality would be as big as in the game.

Although Ichiro is called Crumbs by players, he is actually a strong man who can match the owl - otherwise he would not be qualified to inherit the family business of Reina Castle.

'Uncle, times are different. ’

Thinking so in his heart, Han Baiyi raised his knife with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Reed's heart just stood like that, yawning on the side, and he didn't have the demeanor of a sword master at all.

Han Baiyi took a deep breath, and the [Life-Protecting Breath Yang] was running rapidly in his body, and a warm stream of heat surged up from the umbilicus, rushing into his body like a fountain, and running clockwise in his body at high speed.

The body is slightly warm.

Looking at Wei Ming's single-handed, flawed figure, Han Baiyi's whole body was burning like a flame, and his pupils were covered with a faint white film of spiritual power when he opened and closed.

The Psychic Eye opens.

Holding the knife in both hands, Han Baiyi's face was solemn.

"Please."

"All your might, boy."

With a knife in one hand, Ashina stood barefoot on the wooden floor, his silver hair fluttering slightly.

'Boom-'

There was an explosion on the ground, and the sawdust flew from the position where Han Baiyi was originally standing, and the air exploded with the scattered dust, forming a thin layer of smoke that blocked the view, but the flow of air could not deceive people.

In the seemingly cloudy eyes of Reeda Yixin, Han Baiyi's figure wrapped in the dust drifting track was reflected.

Muttered in a low voice.

"It's a little slow."

Han Baiyi was wrapped in a warm current like magma, and the increase brought by [Life-Protecting Breath Yang] to his body was by no means the small increase in blood volume after enduring the enemy, it was a near-all-round increase in physical ability, even if he was injured, his strength would expand like an overdose of stimulants.

Coupled with the amplification effect of the spiritual power, Han Baiyi's physical ability reached the peak of what he had in the wolf world at this moment.

The calf muscles are extremely inflated, and the strength skyrockets under the double amplification of the spiritual machine and the life-protecting breathing method, and every step is like a hammer falling, although the strength and details are difficult to control, but the opposite is the speed and strength that are far beyond the ordinary state several times.

What is the fighting essence of a ninja?

It's a combination of speed and power, and although the skill is useful, it can't play a role in suppression.

In Han Baiyi's field of vision, the whole world was passing by him at a fast speed, and all the scenes were as illusory and fragile as a streamer phantom, this kind of extreme speed was something he had never experienced before.

In this state, he can almost feel the extreme secretion of adrenal hormones, his pupils are highly focused, every muscle is twisted together like a steel wire, and his body is extremely coordinated, even if his body is close to a 30-degree oblique angle to the ground, he can maintain perfect balance.

There is only one goal.

That's the strongest wolf in front of him-Ashina Isshin.

The blade was held diagonally upward, and the whole person rushed forward in a spurt shape, without any bells and whistles, only the purest boiling blood.

This is the strongest secret skill he passed down from the wolf's most beloved father.

Qui Ninja Thrust.

As if he had just woken up and didn't react at all, he watched in silence as he held the knife in both hands, watched him burst in front of him, and watched him stab the blade at himself.

The whole process was expressionless.

In an instant, the old man moved.

The blade that was being held in one hand crossed an arc with the white robe, and the blade that seemed to be densely populated tore the air without making the slightest sound, and the angle at which the tip of the knife pierced was just stuck in the visual blind corner of Han Baiyi's constricted pupils, just brushing against Han Baiyi, who was about to crash into his chest.

Immediately after, the blade hit him from the side at a strange angle, without any wrestling process, the blade collided with the blade, and the moment the blade brushed, the sound of metal rubbing violently sounded in his ears, even if his eyes always captured the figure of Reed Ming, Han Baiyi could feel the burning sensation from the blade in front of him.

Then, the old man deflected the blade, and his feet were like a child fighting, and Han Baiyi, who was going all out, instantly lost his balance, and was directly deflected by the momentary inertia when he rushed out, and the whole person rubbed Reed's chest and hit the back, slamming into the floor.

The whole head sank into the ground.

Between the electric light and flint,

The winner is decided.

Han Baiyi looked from the ceiling on the top floor at the two people who were fighting naked in the compartment on the third floor, and the two who were suddenly interrupted by him had a look of confusion on their faces.

On the balcony, Wei Ming turned the blade with a smile, and the tip of the knife pierced Han Baiyi's buttocks exposed on the floor, and his tone was relaxed.

"Hey, little ghost."

"You've lost."