"All traces of our presence in the house have been removed. You and I are lying in ambush outside at the two ends of the bushes. When the prey comes, they will capture him alive and ask for information. ”

The thin samurai walked over to the grass on my toilet, and he asked the fat samurai to go to the bushes of the grass.

"Hey, if it's that Jindan warrior who comes, we can't beat it together, how can we pass the information to Aung San Baoyan?"

The fat man shouted,

His lung capacity is huge, and I am afraid that shouting like this will alarm outsiders.

"Light, in vain you have practiced to build the foundation, and you can't even read the qi a little more complicated! I sensed the strong qi remaining in the room, and there was only one person's qi, not the Jindan martial artist, but a very young and young qi. I think it's a boy soldier, and we can clean him up with just one of us. ”

――It turns out that your reading level is also 50 steps and 100 steps of laughter.

I sneered in my heart.

Wang Qinian has been in and out of this room I don't know how many times, but he has always used "absolute", and there is not the slightest trace of him in the house.

My qi in the room is only a small bit of what I occasionally leak out in the state of the "living dead", and it does not reflect my strength at all.

Just knowing yourself and your opponent before the war, you have completely lost to me.

I changed into a human skin mask from the passerby's armor and continued to maintain "absolute" and follow up with the skinny samurai.

He knew how to use qi a little more complicated, and he was the trickier of the two.

- You are so well separated, I will be you first.

I'm going to finish the skinny samurai in three moves, and then I'm going to smash the fat man.

――Is this possible?

But this requirement must be met in actual combat.

Because any person who makes a long howl will immediately attract his companions who are not far away. I'm self-aware, and it's beyond my current ability to deal with two foundations at the same time, so I can only go one-on-one at a time, and I have to be quick to do it.

I had a safer solution: I ran away immediately.

It's a pity that my hands are itchy now.

I'm looking forward to the huge psychological shift between the two of them when their imaginary prey suddenly becomes a hunter.

......

The thin warrior went deep into the grass, and he chose a higher slope as a viewing spot, quietly waiting for his imaginary prey.

I'm sure he's far enough away from the fat samurai.

Then he deliberately leaked some of my breath, and walked behind him with a big grin, and made a slight noise than the snake swimming with his inferior sword.

In this way, I am like a rookie soldier who seems to be alert, but is exposed in the eyes of a master who can read qi:

The rookie soldier was surprised to find a stunned native samurai sitting in front of him.

It seemed that the native samurai was also ambushing his prey, but he was completely unaware that the creep was approaching from behind, and accidentally dropped his back door in front of the creep.

Although the samurai wore rattan armor, they also carried sharp bone spears.

But it left a fatal flaw.

The rattan armor could not wrap the vital points of the whole body, and the part behind the neck was not covered.

The creep was nervous and excited, although it seemed that this native warrior was super powerful, but today he was going to capsize in the gutter.

The creep carefully and slowly advanced his sword towards the Tsukiki samurai, trying to keep his hands from trembling and keeping the sword as steady as possible.

-- I imitate the mentality of a rookie soldier vividly.

In the heart of the thin samurai, I must have been sent into the mouth of the big bad wolf like a lamb.

He wants to capture me alive, and he will fight back at the moment when I am about to succeed, and enjoy the brutal pleasure of the soldier's great loss from falling from hope to despair.

The thin samurai sat still, he sat too quietly, too deliberately, unnaturally, obviously not a guy who had never learned the "absolute" of the "living dead".

The manic fluctuations of his qi were clearly felt by me, and the thin samurai was excited about his imminent victory.

"I don't send it. ”

I thought to myself.

My inferior sword sank straight into the thin samurai's heart from the back, the tip peeking out of his chest.

I have attached this sword with the rigidity of "walking on the tiger's tail", and its speed and strength are incomparable. The inferior sword entered the vine armor, and then his Tsukiki flesh, like a bullet piercing a wooden wine barrel, and the mellow wine flowed out of it.

-- Corrected, it was blood and wine that flowed out.

This position can't hurt Wang Qinian, but it's enough to kill you.

"You!"

The Tsukiki samurai, who had just reacted, screamed loudly, and I drew my sword and slammed it on his head.

The foundation warrior has the body and stamina of five thousand miles of good horses, and I am not worried about it if it is scrapped along with his head.

The thin samurai still screamed before he died, which was too disruptive to the quiet starry night mood.

-- One-third of his death was due to his own arrogance, one-third of his qi was not mastered well, and one-third of his death was due to his success in being deceived by the enemy. So I didn't even have a chance to fight with me, and I died aggrieved.

"What a change!"

The sneak attack phase is over for the time being, and now that I'm exposed, there's no way to escape.

The fat samurai was very skilled, and when he heard the shouts of the thin samurai, the eagle and the rabbit fell dozens of times, and quickly approached the place of the incident.

For a fat man, I still have to praise him for having such a light body kung fu that is not commensurate with his body type.

He followed the trail of the thin warrior's blood and caught up with me,

Panting, I dragged the corpse of the deceased out of the bushes, like a crescent moon shining on the flat ground of the little dark house.

The battle just now ended briefly, but that sword consumed more than half of my vitality, and the "rigidity" of "Walking on the Tiger Tail" was too energy-consuming. I'm going to use the rest of my energy to fight the fat samurai head-on.

The fat samurai and I looked at each other.

His angry eyes fixed on my passer-by armor mask for a long time, and finally said:

"You despicable and shameless Huaxia people, today you are going to be buried with our elite warriors of Baiyun! Your face is too difficult to remember, if I let you go, it will be too difficult to find you again. ”

He used a stiff Chinese language.

"I thought so too, and hung the bodies of the two of you on the beams of the small black roof together. In the future, this can be the ancestral hall where our Chinese people commemorate the martyrs and killed the enemy. ”

My inferior sword was originally devastated when I practiced with Wang Qinian, and just now I cut down the skull of that thin man and Tsukiki warrior, and used up the last bit of residual heat, and I threw it on the ground,

"Since you hate surprise soldiers, let's face it off without reservation. Do you dare to fight me with your bare hands when you see that my weapon is broken!"

I removed the "absolute" and filled my body with all the remaining qi in the form of "medium".

"Hahaha, weapons are dispensable to me, why don't you dare! The thin man just likes to play the so-called tricks of the Chinese people, and he was played to death by the Chinese people. Now let you learn the dignified Baiyun martial arts!The masculine fist of a true warrior!"

Not only did the fat warrior throw away his bone spear, but the rattan armor was also taken off to the side, revealing a muscular flesh with various indigenous tattoos tattooed on it, like a fine armor decorated with dark flowers and fine lines.

He burst out of his qi like a tide, stopping at ten times the amount of my qi.

The fat samurai lightly struck each other with his fists. The sound of gold and iron sounded in the joints.

"My body is the best armor, and my fists can shatter rocks. Be careful not to get me on the face - no, it's better to slap your face to make you look a little more distinctive. ”

His rattan armor is mortal armor, and the bone spear is mortal soldiers, of course, the improvement of Zhuji's combat power is dispensable.

Now I don't have any weapons to use, but I have a medium-grade Grade A vest silkworm robe underlined in my clothes.

Overall, my equipment is still superior.

"Okay, I'll try to protect my pretty face and not be disfigured by you. ”

I'm going to test the power of his punch.

Before I could say anything, I rushed forward, and occasionally flashed a straight punch to the face of the fat man with "softness", and then used the serpentine hand blessed by "softness" to pick his eyeballs.

Before I could do anything, the fat man knocked me out of the air with his legs and knees.

The warm-up battle for the first round ends in one breath.

I stood up with my stomach in my arms and wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth.

"Your limit is nothing more than that!"

I squeezed in a laugh, and the beating measured his strength, reflexes, and speed.

This knee blow was the same as the punch my father threw me into the sea, and I learned to protect my body with "medium", and with the help of the silkworm clothes, I wiped out most of the force of the impact.

Inflicted only medium-length internal injuries and flesh wounds on me.

He would need to inflict thirty or forty hits of this power on me in a row before he could kill me.

"Hmph, Huaxiaren, you are wearing armor inside, my test just now didn't feel right, but I have always been quick to enter the state. That's thirty strokes. Even if you put on your armor, I'll kill you in thirty strokes. Do you have two breathing lives left, do you want to leave a last word?"

Tsukiki warriors are as strong as their minds, and their skills are as fast as the rotation of their thoughts, which means that if they are fully engaged in battle, they can perform fifteen movements with both power and speed in one breath.

The fat man who tried the hand just now has not yet entered the state, just like the thin man who was killed by my sneak attack, he can only make less than five movements in one breath. Now his hot hand is also over.

- He wants to hit me 30 times in a row?

"One breath, one breath, I'll kill you with fifteen strokes. Do you want to leave a last word?" I held up a finger to myself.

"When you are dying, you have to brag hard. I still understand the strength of others, this realm of yours is called the middle level of internal strength, even if you hit me with all your strength, you can only beat me back one step back. Fifteen strokes, which are simply fifteen bites from rats, can't break my defense. ”

"Then keep your eyes open and see. See how rats bite elephants to death. ”