The two seem to be separated by the center of the dojo, one on the left and one on the right.

The lonely candlelight in the enclosed space suddenly stretched the shadows of the two of them longer and longer, pressing them to the ground.

Kuroishi-kun was short, like a boulder moving slowly.

Monet Xiaoxue is much more elegant, snow-white cotton socks trampling on the pale red wooden floor, silent, and every step is full of heart-shaking bewitching beauty, even if she holds a knife in her hand, no one will feel that she is pulling a knife to kill.

Men will instinctively forgive her, thinking that she must have had a last resort, or just to protect herself.

"You... What are you two doing?" someone couldn't stand the atmosphere and couldn't help but ask.

As the two of them wrapped themselves from both sides, they unconsciously hugged each other.

It was like a weak flock snuggling up for warmth, driven by a tiger.

"A woman, a short and blind man, what are you afraid of!" one of them quickly noticed the characteristics of the two men, and roared to give himself courage.

"And we all have knives, and this is a real knife!"

Brush Brush Brush ...

The sound of more than a dozen long knives unsheathed was a little dazzling in the candlelight.

Only a trembling hand can make the knife shake, and it will make the light blind.

Killing people never needs to be glaring, it only takes a moment.

Da Da...

Monet's Xiaoxue and Kuroshijun suddenly stopped, like sea rocks standing in the long wind, gathering their minds, like a moment of tranquility before thunder.

True warriors enjoy this kind of quietness.

And the two of them have gently held their hands on the hilt, but the starting style is very different.

Heishijun bent his knees slightly, his body was slightly sideways, his palm was attached to the middle of the hilt, and his muscles began to twist between breathlessness, containing the power that was about to explode, like a taut bowstring.

Monet Xiaoxue just stood with her eyes closed, like a little girl standing in the snow enjoying the flying feathers.

Seeing the two people in the crowd stop, someone reminded: "There are only two of them, and there are twenty of us!"

"If we get out alive, Haruko is waiting for us..."

Thinking of the ice and snow body wrapped in fiery red silk before, which could be hugged so hot for a cold winter night, the heat in the men's hearts suddenly rose.

Xia Ren was the only one who didn't draw his sword, and he stood quietly in the back of the center of the crowd.

I have some strange feelings in my heart, I didn't expect that one day, I would also stand in the camp of miscellaneous soldiers...

"Kill!!"

"There are only two of them!"

"A woman, a blind man!"

"Haruko is still waiting for me, I'm full of power!"

The white-qualified crowd suddenly became angry, and began to sprint with knives in an attempt to subdue the two, and the slogans shouted by each seemed to help increase their strength.

Since there is no way to retreat, it is better to give it a go.

Two sword lights, one black and one white, suddenly came out of the sheath, black is the deep black, and white is the pure white.

Surprised like the wind outside the sky, it came to the world by chance, but it brought up fluffy blood flowers, and a good head rising to the sky.

The candlelight flickered slightly.

"Lord Monet, cut off three heads with one sword, and then admire. Kuroshi-kun's figure retreated sharply, put the knife back into the sheath, and then slowly moved his steps, looking for an angle.

He only killed two people with this knife just now, and although it was already considered a normal performance, he was still very dissatisfied.

Demarcation, limit the number of knives.

These are the rules of the Secret Room Beheading Contest.

"Let's kill that woman first, disperse, disperse!" The crowd, stimulated by the blood, became hysterical with fear.

"Okay! Kill someone first!"

However, the dimness of the light prevented them from seeing the horror of the dead man's head rolling down, so their courage was not exhausted.

The beef before gave them physical strength, while the beauty gave them courage, and despair made them have no way out.

So, they rushed over again.

"Kuroishi-kun, it seems that my luck is better, then you're welcome. The girl in the crimson flame-patterned kimono tilted her head slightly, as if she was intoxicated by the atmosphere of the moment.

"It's... That's great. Her small snow-white hand suddenly clasped the white and flawless knife.

Knife name: Snow Death Anyin, Big Fast Knife, ranked seventh on the Heavenly Sword List.

It is the last work of a generation of legendary swordsmiths, Katori Anne.

An Yinnai is a female blacksmith, and her lack of female strength makes her feel that this knife is still lacking something.

However, the last glimmer of enlightenment is the soul of the man who prays for the sword.

Therefore, she ignored her husband and daughter and still waited at home, and jumped into the furnace, so that this quick knife really took shape.

It is rumored that when the sword was made, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the snowstorm fell for seven consecutive days, causing the death of almost all the people in the nearby villages.

"Hmm... I can't be left behind. Blackstone shook his head self-deprecatingly, but those people all rushed towards Lord Monet, which was really helpless.

Wrong... There was another person who was still standing.

Was he scared silly?

In that case, you're welcome.

He smiled coldly, the black hilt in his hand clenched.

"Feel the realizations of the moment of death. "He was in a low position, like a beast taking a step, and after only two or three steps, it became a run, a sprint.

Every step he took was accompanied by the slight sound of the knife rubbing against the scabbard.

Draw the knife and live together, all you want is to kill with a knife.

"Die!" said Kuroshi coldly.

His hand was steady, and the knife was unsheathed, with the icy smell of death.

But... Why did the aura of death envelop him?

Naturally, he couldn't see the situation in front of him, he couldn't see the speed at which the "scared stupid" young man drew the knife, and he couldn't see the amazing and brilliant knife clearly!

Even if it breaks through the sky, it can't describe the speed of this knife.

This knife is the knife of the immortals, the knife of the devil.

Although it was only a moment, it was just this moment, but it was already the boundary between life and death.

The black wagtail flashed. Xia Ren suddenly moved, as anxious as a cheetah.

Kuroshi is also one of the elite of the Sakura Imperial Court, and the sword wind with death makes him wonder, but he still obeys the guidance of fear in his heart.

The knife that had not yet been fully unsheathed hurriedly retreated, spaced in front of him.

When!

Blocked!

Kuroshi breathed a sigh of relief, and with the force of the collision, he jumped back.

"The lonely bird is tired. ”

The strange momentum of the knife did not run out, but at the moment when the enemy chose to retreat, it once again drew a sharp ray, up and down, and flashed to the end.

Xia Ren squatted down and slowly put the knife back into the sheath.

The body behind him, which was split in two, exploded like a blood-colored centipede, staining the ground with scarlet.