"Squeak."

Behind him came the sound of the hatch closing.

The Fusang man looked back, only to see that Su Wangting had broken free of the rope at some point, leaning his back against the hatch, and was squinting at himself: "Hehe, she is not a girl from Kyushu." ”

"You ......"

The Fusang man glanced at the broken rope at Su Wangting's feet, and then looked back at the broken rope on the ground behind Bai Kui, and gasped.

He seemed to understand what was coming.

Immediately, his left hand tightened the scabbard, while his right hand slowly lifted the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"You two, it's not easy."

After finishing speaking, I saw him bend his knees slightly, lean forward, and stared at Bai Kui in front of him.

This is a typical knife drawing maneuver.

Su Wangting was a little surprised.

If it's just a pirate, how can it be a sword?

Whether it is Silla or Fuso, there are only a handful of schools that can teach the art of drawing a sword.

And even within these sects, there are not many swordsmen who can successfully practice the sword drawing technique a little.

Because of its huge deterrent power of a knife that will see blood, this knife drawing technique is jointly regarded as the mystery of knife art by all knife schools in the world.

Tricks that can be called mystical are naturally extremely difficult to practice.

First of all, the cultivation of internal strength must be called vigorous, which is a hard prerequisite, and this alone has rejected most swordsmen.

At the moment when the knife is drawn, the internal force of the whole body must rush through the meridians to the palm and forearm holding the handle of the knife.

The second is knife intent. To cultivate knife intent, we must have an absolutely highly concentrated spirit, hold the consciousness of being out of the sheath, and carry out long-term boring repeated knife practice.

And in the process of cultivating sword intent, there are not a few people who have a mental breakdown due to a long period of high concentration, or have abnormal spirits.

It can be seen that only after a lot of tempering can it be possible to swing that electric sword.

So, how can a mere rogue pirate draw a sword?

Su Wangting looked at the Fusang man who showed a posture of drawing a sword, and shook his head slightly.

Secretly said that if this person really has a knife that can reach the level of sword drawing skills, even if it is the lowest level, then he must not be an ordinary pirate!

Or maybe he's just a posturing thing.

At this time, Bai Kui looked at the posture of the Fusang man and sneered: "Just a pirate, you also want to be a swordsman from a famous family? Is knife drawing a technique? Come on, come on, this girl wants to see what you can do. ”

Although Bai Kui's long knife was the same as Su Wangting's, it had been taken away by them.

can deal with just a few pirates, and she is slightly stronger than Nie Yunfei, even if she is empty-handed, it should be no problem.

The Fuso man did not respond to Bai Kui's taunt.

He still maintained the posture of drawing his sword.

Motionless, staring at Bai Kui.

And Bai Kui is still laughing naughtily, silently provoking the other party.

"Ahh

A sneeze erupted from among the crew.

"Huh?"

Bai Kui frowned.

I saw the waist of the Fuso man holding the handle of the knife, and the afterimage was complete!!

Without waiting for her to react, she felt a phantom in front of her, and then her body passively flashed to the side, as if she had been pulled by someone!!

When I looked closely, Su Wangting had appeared beside me!!

His hand was pulling his arm.

And when he looked at the Fusang man again, Bai Kui's eyes shrank sharply.

I saw the long knife in his hand, I don't know when it was out of the sheath!!

I didn't even notice it!!

This is not a knife drawing technique, what else could it be??

And it's a good knife drawing technique!!

Cold sweat spread from her forehead.

If it weren't for Su Wangting pulling himself, I was afraid that he would have died under that Fusang katana!

After all, he is too underestimated by himself.

Su Wangting patted Bai Kui on the back and comforted: "Don't blame yourself, this person, even I almost lost my eyes." If you have a sword on your body, you can fight him. ”

The Fusang man slowly returned the knife into the sheath, squinting at Su Wangting, his face was gloomy: "What a fast body." ”

Su Wangting bowed slightly: "Sure enough, it's a knife drawing technique." You're not pirates? ”

The Fuso man shook his head: "We never said we were pirates. ”

Su Wangting looked at the long knife at his waist and said lightly: "As far as I know, among the various schools of Fusang, the Shuju Confluence especially admires the knife drawing technique. Are you a confluence? ”

"Yes, we are samurai of the Confluence."

He simply admitted it.

Su Wangting frowned slightly: "Since you are a celebrity warrior, why did you pull down your identity and do the things of pirates?" ”

The Fuso man licked his lips and slowly took on a posture of drawing the knife again.

"You're asking too much."

Su Wangting stood in front of Bai Kui and said in a deep voice: "Before I do it again, I have a word to send off." ”

"Say."

A cruel smile rose from the corner of Su Wangting's mouth.

"If you want to take my life, you must also have the consciousness to give your life."

"Less!!"

The hand of the Fuso man holding the handle of the knife burst out!

"Huh?"

The knife can't be pulled??

The Fuso man was stunned and looked down at his waist.

I saw a five-fingered slender palm pressed on the hilt!!

"Huh!?"

When I looked up, I saw that a handsome white face had almost been attached to my face!!

The Fuso man was shocked, and there was a buzzing sound in his head.

Secretly said that this person had been deceived in front of him in the blink of an eye, almost like teleportation, making him unable to react, and the internal strength that could support his strange body method must be extremely terrifying!!

Before he could say a few more words, he only heard a dull thought of "Dong" suddenly came.

The Fusang man suddenly felt a shock to his dantian, and then he felt that his strength quickly collapsed.

"Wow!"

His legs went limp, and he knelt down.

Holding on to the ground and vomiting.

Su Wangting put down his outstretched knee and said coldly, "I forgot to tell you something." ”

The Fuso man lifted his pale face and gasped for air. The pair of painful tears still revealed a ruthlessness in the eyes of the circle.

Even if he loses, he is arrogant.

Disgusting stubbornness!!

"There's a fart... Just put ......"

Su Wangting sneered: "Your Fusang names are hard to hear, and it's hard to remember. But I remember a man named Hayashizaki Shisuke, who was a samurai of your confluence stream. ”

The Fusang man was stunned when he heard this: "You, a person from Kyushu, actually know him?" Yes, Lin Qi is very helpful, and he is a first-class master of our confluence. ”

"How do you compare to him?"

The Fusang man lowered his head: "We are in front of him, not worth mentioning!" ”

"He's dead, isn't he?"

The Fusang man raised his eyes fiercely: "How do you know?" ”

After a pause, the Fusang man sighed lightly and said in a low voice, "Not bad." He is dead, and it is a great loss to us in the confluence. ”

"How did he die?"

The Fuso man gritted his teeth and glanced to the side.

It is clear that he sees this question as an insult to his genre.

He didn't want to answer.

Su Wangting smiled evilly: "Why don't I tell you?" ”

The Fusang man snorted, his face full of disdain: "It's a shame for the name of our Ju Confluence Master to come out of your Kyushu mouth!" You Kyushu people don't deserve to mention the full name of our noble Fuso samurai!! ”

"Smack!"

The Fusang man's face immediately had a five-finger red mark.

"Noble your grandmother's legs! If it weren't for Kyushu, I'm afraid that everyone would still live naked in thatched houses, like savages!! Come on, come on, come and tell me, your clothes, written language, and skills from all walks of life, which one doesn't come from our Kyushu?? It's against you, and now you dare to call the people of Kyushu noble? ”

The Fusang man's face turned pale, and he glanced to the side again, silent.

Su Wangting squatted down, pinched his chin, and pulled his face back: "Let me tell you, the Lin Qi that you are proud of in the confluence is very helpful, and when he was dying, he didn't have half of your so-called bushido spirit, crying and begging on the ground, like a dog. ”

"Impossible!! You Kyushu people are full of nonsense!! ”

"Full of nonsense?" A sinister smile rose on Su Wangting's face, "If you want to say that Lin Qi helped him die, it is also unjust enough." went to the White Tiger Hall in Silla as a guest, but when the White Tiger Hall was destroyed, he was slaughtered without saying anything. ”

The Fusang man said blankly: "You... How will you know! ”

Su Wangting got up, looked down at him coldly, and said word by word: "Because I still remember that when I plunged the long knife into his back, he was still lying on the ground and begging, until he breathed, and muttered the word 'spare life' in his mouth!" ”

The Fuso man's eyes widened when he heard this.

stared at Su Wangting.

Those eyes were almost bursting.

After being stunned for a long time, he said, "You...... You are blood...... Blood Shura?? ”

Without waiting for Su Wangting to respond, he sat down first, his face as earthy as color.

Such a shameful thing is strictly kept secret.

Even in Fuso, there are only a handful of people who can know that Lin Qi helped to die in Silla.

Not to mention the people of Kyushu.

This person not only knows the specific details in such detail, but also has a terrifying skill that he has never seen.

Most likely, it's really Blood Shura.

And even if it wasn't Blood Shura, with the cultivation he showed, it would make him desperate.

In short, it's an iron kick.

Everything points to disaster!

At this time, Su Wangting bent down and drew the katana at his waist.

I saw that he was holding the long knife back, the tip of the knife was pointing downward, and it was directly facing the heavenly spirit cover of Shuichi Watanabe.

"Now, I hope you are more powerful than Lin Qi, because I really want to see what kind of bushido spirit you Fuso samurai pretend to have."

The katana in Su Wangting's hand slowly descended, and the tip of the knife had already touched his bun.

The Fuso man's neck shrunk and his whole body trembled.

"Beg for mercy, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, I, who have already stabbed hundreds of people, don't care about adding you again. ”

"I... We, the Fuso samurai, would rather die ... I'd rather die than beg for mercy......" The Fusang man trembled, his teeth creaking.

"Yes."

After speaking, the katana stabbed down violently!!

"Ahh

Screams rang out.

The tip of the knife pierced the left shoulder of the Fuso man!

Su Wangting smiled and said, "Forgive me, the stab is crooked, and you suffered more before you die." This time, it will not be crooked. ”

Katana, slowly raised again.

The tip of the knife hung over the head of the Fuso man again.

The boat boss and his gang saw that their scalps were numb.

He really didn't expect that this man who was wriggling on the ground like a maggot would really be terrifying.

"It's a man. Be sure to stick to the spirit of bushido. As he spoke, the tip of the knife touched the top of the Fuso man's head again.

"Spare ......"

The Fuso man bowed down.

He still couldn't carry it after all.

"Hmph, bushido ......" Su Wangting put down his knife and shook his head repeatedly, "I think you Fuso samurai are not even as good as dead ducks, at least, dead ducks still have hard beaks." Want to learn the chivalrous morality of our Kyushu? Hmph, is that something that can be learned? That's something that's born to be carved into your bones!! How can you, who are naturally filthy, be chivalrous? Dare to follow the example of the east, and make some kind of samurai to show off in front of the master, it's a big joke!! A bunch of dog-like things, write a king on the door of your head and dare to call it a tiger, I'll go to your uncle!! ”

The forcibly baptized Fuso man fell to the ground and cried.

Crying is called a pleasure.

It's like suddenly learning from my parents that he is not his own, but a child who has been washed away by a flood.

After these words, even the boat boss felt compassion for this Fusang man.

It is said that murder is punishable.

You can kill him after killing his heart, and let him get rid of it.

But you don't kill, you only punish your heart.

How will you let the family live in the future?

But the boss of the ship underestimated the state of mind of the Fuso people.

As long as people can live, they can sell their fathers, but do they care about your heart?

Punishment, whatever you want.