Zhou Ping couldn't laugh anymore, and now the expression on his face was helpless, angry, and a little afraid; after all, the demeanor and demeanor of this person named Sato Jiro looked very cold. www.biquge.info With his many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he knows very well about cold people. Such human blood is cold, and his hands are more fierce than a leopard, more savage than a rhinoceros, more dexterous than a poisonous snake, and more swift than an eagle!

But there is no reason to do something unsatisfactory, "Fuck," Zhou Ping thought of himself having been hiding for so many years, and he was almost like a rat cowering, and now, in the end, he was finally found by this cold-blooded man. This made him feel ashamed and angry, so he suddenly scolded Sato Jiro, "Dead Oriental, do you think you have a lot of skills, and you dare to run rampant in our eastern territory, Uncle today, I will let you taste it!"

As he spoke, he reached out and sat down, and pulled out a bright parting hook. In this dark night, in the dim horse light, the parting hook in Zhou Ping's hand flashed with dazzling and cold light, as if people saw flickering tears when parting, which made people feel sad!

With a sharp parting hook, he pounced and flew towards Jiro Sato, who was three paces away from the horse's head. It was no accident that Zhou Ping was able to cut through the neck of the Oriental samurai Ono Tsofu with a hook as thick as a bull's neck, and you can see that the figure of him who had just jumped from his seat and flew was no less than the light and agile little swallow that swept across the lake in spring.

However, when he quickly pounced on the other side, Jiro Sato was not in place, and the distance between them remained nearly five steps. This made Zhou Ping secretly taken aback in his heart, and thought: "I pounced on the car seat, and I only blinked, but I didn't see how he moved." As soon as I pounced, his body floated five paces away. What kind of light skill is this, it is even more dexterous than a ghost! Moreover, he is still wearing clogs under his feet, such skills are too incomprehensible!"

Sato Jiro didn't refute any of his words, but always held his pitch-black Oriental katana in front of his chest, and his face as cold as marble always looked at Zhou Ping expressionlessly. "I'm not going to mess with you," he said, his voice as grim and cold as the north wind in winter, "after all, you killed my father-killer, and for that alone, I will respect you very much!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to do it, it's early, if you don't want to fight, get out of the way!" Zhou Ping held his hook in front of his chest, and stared at Sato Jiro five steps away with half of his face against the cold hook body tightly, coldly, at that moment, he was ready to fight bloodily.

One of them held a quick knife in his hand, and the other raised his hook on his chest, and in the horse lamp behind Zhou Ping, their figures were infinitely expanded and elongated on the street, looking like two giants, standing quietly on the silent street;

In this moment, Sato's right hand slowly grasped the long, black hilt of the katana held in front of his chest, and then there was a series of sharp, slow, piercing draws. In Shuhei's eyes, the steel knife that Sato Jiro slowly pulled out of the pitch-black scabbard was like witnessing a poisonous snake at the entrance of a cave slowly and swiftly burrowing out.

The cold and glittering katana, in the dim horse light, reflected a terrifying ghostly light, making Zhou Ping feel the death-like silence, but he still did not have the slightest sense of fear. This is Zhou Ping's personality, he looks kind on the outside, but in fact his heart is as hard as a stone; at any time, a person like him will not have the slightest fear and fear because the enemy is strong and I am weak, or because he is outnumbered.

He won't—he never will, that's his personality—and he's lost his head, it's just a scar the size of a bowl, and he'll be a good man decades later!

When Jiro Sato completely pulled the blade out of the scabbard, and inserted the scabbard into the waistband of his trousers with his left hand, at the same time, both hands had already held the long katana hilt in front of his chest, and tied a steady horse step, looking sideways at Shuhei.

Therefore, Zhou Ping deliberately looked at him with a contemptuous sneer and asked: "Dead Dongyang, you think that if you pretend, I will be afraid of you, uncle." I'll break your pig's neck with just one hook!"

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" said Jiro Sato, staring at him coldly.

Zhou Ping suddenly felt that there were too many words, and his face couldn't help but turn crimson. So, he suddenly raised the parting hook in his hand to his head, and put on a posture of piercing the sky, and he thought that if the other party stabbed him head-on, he would condescendingly slid the hook in his hand against the blade of the knife from which the other party had stabbed. In this way, he not only blocked the opponent's attack, but also took advantage of the situation to attack the opponent's midline point by surprise.

It would be better if the other party swept his waist, in that case, he only had to turn the parting hook in his hand from pointing straight at the sky, and turn his wrist into an upside-down golden hook, and at the moment when his hook collided with the blade of the opponent's waist and slashing, his body turned to the opponent's side, and hung the opponent's throat with the barb of the parting hook. At this time, he could have shouted to him, "Farewell, Mr. Jiro Sato, let's wait for the next reincarnation and then duel!"

However, there is a slight discrepancy between the ideal and the reality! When Jiro Sato's blade attacked, he really grasped the handle of the sword with both hands, turned sideways towards the enemy, and rushed towards Zhou Ping in this sideways stabbing posture. The only thing that can be clearly explained in words at that time is the sound of Sato Jiro stepping on the ground while running.

Click, click, just like the sound of someone running barefoot across the muddy stone floor! This kind of sound is coming, this kind of knife posture is running, Zhou Ping is snickering in his heart, and he also said a sentence in his heart: "As expected!"

But the truth is unexpected, Zhou Ping never expected that the knife of Jiro Sato is not a formal move, it is just his parrying action; this kind of action, the biggest difference between the knife inserted in the scabbard is that one is hidden in the scabbard, and the other is under the enemy's sight.

However, the posture and intention of holding the knife presented under the enemy's sight are also self-evident - it is a trick to lure the enemy, and it is another manifestation of the darkness of the plank road in the Ming Xiu Plank Road!

Just when the katana in Sato Jiro's hand rushed in front of Zhou Ping in this posture just now, Zhou Ping was about to disassemble the opponent's move according to his predetermined cracking method, and the katana blade in Sato Jiro's hand suddenly changed from a sideways straight stab to a head-on slash. In this way, Zhou Ping was a little unexpected!

Of course, if the other party simply changed his move like this, and Zhou Ping was defeated, then it would be impossible for him to have the ability to kill the Oriental samurai Sano Ohno, let alone be able to laugh at the rivers and lakes until now.

His move change is also very fast, just when the opponent changes from a sideways straight stab to a head-on straight split, the parting hook in his hand draws a half arc in front of the opponent; the blade of his parting hook sticks to the opponent's Oriental blade to change a position; so that the original horizontal hook responds to the enemy, and now the oblique hook is sideways.

However, he was taken aback, and just when he thought that this response was appropriate, and he was a little complacent, the sharp blade of the other party's katana had already slid down the hook of the parting hook in his hand and under his neck. Immediately, his warm skin felt the coldness and coldness of the blade of the katana in the other party's hand.

"You won!" Zhou Ping said coldly without changing his color.

"Mr. Sato, keep someone under the knife!" At this moment, a voice came from the mouth of the alley opposite, and then Zhou Ping saw a middle-aged man in a royal blue robe, who walked over with two round balls around his waist.

"In Xia Miao Jinlong, he is the owner of the Golden Rain Palace in Phoenix City," the person who came to Zhou Ping, who was held by Sato Jiro with a knife on his neck, "I have heard the chivalrous names of Zhou Ping and Zhou Daxia for a long time, and we have admired heroes like you for a long time, I don't know if Your Excellency is willing to join our Golden Rain Palace." ”

At that time, Zhou Ping's expression was very helpless, as if to say: "Fuck you, this is not nonsense! The knife is on the neck, you can still choose!"

In the end, Zhou Ping only said three words: "I do." ”