The knife is out.

In an instant. The light of the knife slashed across the courtyard. The cold light shook the cold plum on the branches. Really fast. Such as electro-optical.

Qu Yong's soul will also be taken away by this knife. Can be copper-faced people faster. He grabbed his five fingers and grabbed them at his feet. The unicorn steps like a ghost. A step has been avoided before the sword light arrives.

"It's not over yet."

At the moment when the bronze-faced man dodged this draw. The mutation has been born. Muramasa's left hand has moved. His left hand is faster. To be precise. The drawing of the sword in the right hand is nothing but a false move. The scabbard of the left hand is the real draw.

"Second Knife Drawing." Cooperate with the scabbard attack. Fill the gap in the time it takes to draw the knife. Compensate for the defect in the drawing speed.

He stepped out of his right foot the moment he drew his knife. The first slash is in line with the right shoulder, and the right foot is stepped out in the direction of the backwards. At the same time, use the explosive power of the waist to swing the left hand that holds the scabbard back. The first hit was aimed at the chest and abdomen of the copper-faced man. But when the bronze-faced man avoided the moment. The second blow of the scabbard is out.

The scabbard is not sharp though. But fast enough. Ruthless enough. Tricky enough. Muramasa's second-stage knife drawing technique is perfect. That's what he's really capable of.

This strange martial arts that is very different from Middle-earth. Apparently even the copper-faced man was a little unexpected. But his body reacts much faster than his mind moves. The second stage of the knife will be out of the extreme. The skin of his right elbow felt tingling. That's a sensitive.

He didn't retreat. Instead, qi and blood instantly rushed to the elbows." Bang" Shengsheng turned his right elbow into the tip of an iron-clad spear. The tip of the elbow turned into a heavy shadow and met it hard.

This move is both like an elbow strike of Bajiquan. It's also like Yue's loose hand "Snow Qianzang".

"Boom" with a loud bang.

After a move between Muramasa and the copper-faced man. Both stood on the spot. Silent for a long time. Only scattered plum blossoms withered.

"Ka Ō ......"

A soft cracking sound. A thin invisible crack appeared in the scabbard of the demon knife Muramasa. Then it expands rapidly. Eventually, the scabbard shattered into several pieces. Muramasa only holds a small piece in his hand.

"I lost."

Muramasa bowed his head and conceded defeat. A scabbard is a scabbard after all. And not really a blade. If it had been replaced with a blade. The bronze-faced man's elbow did not dare to touch hard. So it's hard to say exactly what the outcome will be.

"Since I've lost. will leave their own lives behind."

didn't wait for Qu Yong to understand what he meant. A knife light. Muramasa has committed suicide by seppuku.

Qu Yong didn't expect it. In this era, Japan is actually a person who will commit suicide by seppuku if he is defeated. It's scary to think about this kind of person.

"Who the hell is he? And for whom?"

The bronze-faced man stepped forward to smooth Mushimasa's eyelids. Then he said, "Whoever you see will take his body." You know who the person behind it is."

Qu Yong said: "That. What is the purpose of the people behind this?"

The bronze-faced man did not speak. With a wave of his cape, he left.

"Hey... This guy has always been so cool. I don't understand the words." Qu Yong looked at the blood gushing out of the ground. It's nerve-wracking." What to do with the aftermath."

The next day.

It's right in the Tokyo market. There is a coffin.

Very ordinary coffin. Made of pine. Most coffin shops sell them. At the back of the coffin. A young man sits cross-legged. Skin with a bit of tan. Round inch head. A pair of eyes are very godly.

At his knee was a sharp blade unsheathed. Qingguang Huohuo. Soul-stirring.

A coffin. Alone. A knife in one bite. It's just like this in a market in Tokyo, the capital of Japan. provoked passers-by to watch.

"Is this performance art?"

"What the hell does it mean?"

Then. There are attentive people to see. It turns out that there is still a line of words on the horizontal end of this coffin. It was written in Chinese: "Change a golden coffin."

There are also passers-by who recognize Chinese. One Explanation. The crowd laughed." Nani."

"This young man seems to be crazy about money. How to exchange such a cheap pine coffin for a gold coffin."

But no matter how ridiculous passers-by are. The young man sitting cross-legged was still smiling. Poker face. This young man is naturally Qu Yong.

Yesterday he thought about it for a long time. Finally came up with this solution. He stitched the wound on Muramasa's abdomen with needles and threads. Stop the bleeding. Then bought a coffin. Put it in. The next day, he carried the coffin to the nearby market and sold it.

There were many onlookers. But who would have thought. There was really a dead man lying inside this coffin. Even if it's to say it. Absolutely no one will believe it.

Of course. If you know the bottom line. The guy behind this ninja is sure to come to the door and buy this coffin. Even if you come to buy it blatantly. There will definitely be an observation of the situation around here. And as long as someone has a heart to come. The bronze-faced man in the shadows will be able to find this man.

Cunning fox again. In front of the bait. will fall into the trap of the hunter.

The sun is approaching noon. There were a lot of onlookers though. But either Qu Yong is regarded as performance art. Either it's seen as a neuropathy. And there are no suspicious characters. On the contrary, he was worried. The temperature has risen. Don't expose the smell of blood from the corpse in the coffin. If a body is exposed to the public. It was indispensable to be invited to the police station for tea by the Japanese police. Although he committed suicide. But it's always troublesome.

Just when Qu Yong was a little worried. Finally a van drove up. to the front. Jumped down a bald middle-aged man. His face was sallow. While constantly wiping sweat with a handkerchief. While saying in Japanese, "I want this coffin."

"Ahh Qu Yong shook his hand. and the word that pointed to the head of the coffin. Indicates that he can only speak Chinese.

"Oh." The bald middle-aged man switched to blunt Chinese: "I'll change with you."

Qu Yong was stunned. I didn't expect anyone to trade gold for this coffin." What about gold?"

"I'll write you a check. That's enough to buy a golden coffin of the same weight." Balding middle-aged man takes out a check from the inside pocket of his suit. Hand it to Qu Yong. That's a lot of numbers.

Qu Yong glanced at the check. Said: "Except for the corpses. I still have a knife to sell you."

The bald middle-aged man lost his voice and said, "Isn't the knife sold with the coffin?"

"Who said that." Qu Yong smiled: "A coffin is a coffin. A knife is a knife. I've always done business with a clear price." He finished. I think it's funny. That's a profiteer.

"You. . . You.." Bald middle-aged man wiping sweat desperately. Obviously, he didn't expect Qu Yong to gain an inch. Rush round and round. Finally gritted his teeth. "Okay. How much do you want. I can buy it with the same weight of gold."

"You're wrong." Qu Yong said: "I don't want gold."

"Then what do you want?"

"I just want you to answer me a question."