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The tall warrior waved his hand, and was ready to order a siege - his hand was raised high in the air, before the words came out, before the momentum fell, suddenly felt a strong wind that was cold to the bone marrow, staring at the place, a figure flew down from the top of the pavilion, before anyone arrived, the bamboo knife cut through the air, and seemed to press the space out of an invisible ravine and quickly extended in front of him, his body--"Huh!"

The sound of a cloth being torn was unusually harsh in the quiet night.

When he had to do it, Dream never inked.

Dream classmate's rich combat experience traverses two different worlds, and the ordinary samurai is absolutely difficult to match when he crawls out of the rain of bullets, swords, lights, swords, and shadows.

Facing eight samurai with extraordinary martial arts, once they have perfected the containment momentum, it is definitely an extremely dangerous thing.

Therefore, classmate Meng preemptively tore a rift.

Even Meng felt unbelievable, a knife made of green bamboo was actually sharp, and it split the tall samurai in two pieces with one sword!

The samurai held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and his right hand was still held high, and when his body was split into two sides and fell, he still maintained his original gesture, and what was even more surprising was that it seemed that even the blood could not be seen and splashed, until he fell into the grass with a "poof", and the blood flowed in an uproar, fertilizing the grass.

Meng didn't study it carefully, why his skill was not recovered, but when he held the knife and slashed, there was a huge and invisible force pushing him, making him like a god, the speed was so fast, and the killing intent was unprecedented.

The samurai was suddenly split in half, but his seven little friends were frightened, and they showed a situation that was far from the fearless spirit of the legendary samurai, and when they saw their comrades killed, they were filled with anger and anger and rushed forward to avenge their comrades' unity and bravery, but they were stunned - yes, they were stunned - presumably to confirm whether what had happened in front of them was true, or whether they should gamble their lives for moral praise, or should they go back to sleep with their own lives?

In short, there was a trace of hesitation and fear in their eyes, and their movements were sluggish.

After they realized that there was only one dead person on their side, and at least seven more skilled samurai, their confidence returned, and when they converged from three sides, they saw Yume's wrist reversed, and the bamboo knife swept past the abdomen of a samurai who was holding a bamboo sword high next to him and turning in the air.

This is the basic rotational splitting trend learned by the military camp, but the military camp teaches that the samurai is like this samurai to split from above, and he is from the bottom up, which is really a little faster than that.

The disemboweled samurai screamed, and the knife in his hand continued to slash with his despair and grief, intending to work together with the companion who was on the other side of the dream classmate who was holding the knife high to the wheel, and join forces to kill the dream classmate in one fell swoop, and then he could pull the dream classmate on his back.

According to his assumptions, even if his knife was weakened due to the fatal wounds he had inflicted on his body, the residual strength combined with the power of inertia could at least stop Yume-san's progress, and then he was hacked to death by that companion before he had time to launch other moves.

However, what he didn't know was that this move of the dream classmate originated from the most basic right splitting of the military camp martial arts, he just changed the movement on his hand, and the footwork of the lower plate still did not change, it was still the right foot forward, twisting the waist, but his twisting waist was too big, almost reaching one hundred and eighty degrees, that is to say, when the dream classmate completed the twisting of the waist to the positioning, his back had turned to face the samurai, the knife walked with him, and the bamboo knife slashed through the samurai's abdomen and cut off several ribs from its right side！

Both of them retreated with a shock.

The samurai took five steps back, and finally used his heel to hit the ground hard, only to stop his steps, holding the tip of his sword with both hands to the ground, staring at Meng in horror.

Now he has a numb mouth, his arms are sore, and he has no strength to fight anymore.

However, what made him feel comforted was that Yume-san's situation was obviously worse than his, and he was still retreating, but what made the samurai speechless was that his Yume-sao actually kept retreating with the disemboweled-carrying samurai on his back, and he didn't know how to work around and knock the samurai down, so that he could retreat more easily and quickly to achieve the effect of unloading. However, thinking about it, how fast and fierce the two of them hit each other, and the direction in which they were both shocked back was too late to make any choice, and the back of Meng classmate at that time was that companion, who would he hit if he didn't bump into him?

Alas, perhaps, he was too unlucky!

The samurai's disembowelment luck wasn't ordinary!

He was cut open with a knife, which is certain to die, and that's it, anyway, he is dead and dead, and it is not bad to pull a cushion, so his mood at that time was relatively calm, but with the violent impact of his companions and classmate Meng, classmate Meng's whole person seemed to hit his body like a 10,000-pound boulder, and he clearly heard the heart, liver, liver, spleen, stomach, ribs and sternum in his body being shattered.

His hand no longer had any strength, and the bamboo knife flew out of his hand, and the knife still didn't hit the ground, and the others were already angry.

Dream is still retiring.

In the dark night, a series of fights, from the dream classmate splitting the first samurai in two pieces to slamming with another samurai's double sword, and then both retreating, the rabbit rose and fell, extremely fast, at best, it was only more than ten breaths of time for ordinary people.

In such a short period of time, in the dark night when vision was blocked, the people behind couldn't confirm whether the companions who were retreating together with the body of the dream classmate were killed, and even, some people saw that their bodies were so tight, and they mistakenly thought that their companion's small universe exploded, and bravely controlled the body of the dream classmate.

Only God knows that at this moment, classmate Meng, a huge change has occurred in his body, but this great change was stimulated by the collision of two knives!

It must be known that he jumped out of the pavilion and slashed the samurai to death, which was really half of the physical consumption, and then used his waist force to push a samurai to disembowel and break the belly, and then consumed a large amount of it, to the fierce blow of the double knife collision, so far, the physical strength was exhausted, and the strong horizontal force of the samurai took advantage of the weakness, forcibly broke in along the meridians of both hands, and launched a carpet all-out attack, and just when his meridians were about to burst, suddenly, his meridian pipes suddenly expanded, and all the force was quickly inhaled, and then, Zhou Tian vibrate, a hundred veins penetrated, and a warm current flowed, and everywhere he passed, not only the damage that was originally affected by the impact was instantly wiped out, and, but also filled with a natural power.

At this moment, even if he stood still, the disemboweled samurai could not control his body, and it was extremely likely that he could break his clenched hands with a slight use of divine power. Meng quickly observed his physical condition, although he felt that the recovery power was not as good as half of the past, but at this critical moment when it came to life and death, a little more strength was a little more hope for survival, not to mention nearly half of the strength, what was that concept?

Even in the martial arts of Middle-earth, it is enough to dominate the situation!

The so-called, the art master is bold.

Such a sudden change made Meng classmates cancel their plan to escape by diving.

He cursed with hatred in his heart: Your uncle, how dare you copy the White Tiger Hall incident to me and drill me into the trap?

I'm not a cowardly Lin Chong!

His body was still receding, and he staggered past the two samurai - poof!

The samurai on the right suddenly broke his waist in two, but it was the two samurai who were worried about injuring their companions by mistake, so they let the companions in front of them pass by, and when they were about to slash with their knives, Huo Ran, who didn't want to dream of his classmates, stretched out his blade horizontally, and quickly ended a life with the concealment of the night and the moving thrust of his footsteps.

The samurai on the left passed the slightest time difference, but he was also sure that the companion who had been walking backwards by Yume-san had been dead, and he no longer had any scruples, so he decisively slashed down.

This knife was an oblique chop, and according to his request, it was cut off along with the neck of his companion and the neck of Yume-san. The angle he grasped was very precise, and the place where the blade landed was the gap between the second and third segments of the cervical vertebrae, which was the best point of focus for the executioner to execute the death row prisoner's knife.

Burst!

His companion's head flew down.

Meng classmate was gone, oh no, he just squatted down, and then, from under the crotch of his headless body, Huo Ran came out, and a trace of cold air seemed to condense into substance and flew towards his abdomen.

The samurai was horrified and wanted to block the knife back, only to find that his knife had run to the corpse of his companion because it had cut off the head of his companion, and the subsequent moves were blocked by the corpse, endangering the head, and regardless of any morality or the same thing, he decisively turned his hands and blocked the corpse of his companion in front of his body.

Laugh at!

A wisp of cold air passed through his companion's corpse, burrowing into his abdomen like a poisonous snake, and his face was full of disbelief, obviously not understanding, how could he use his companion's corpse as a shield and still not save his life?

However, he understood the moment he fell like a deflated ball with the corpse of his companion.

His hand touched his companion's corpse, a corpse whose entire viscera had been shattered into pulp bones and covered in a powdered skin, its ability to resist was close to zero.

Therefore, when Meng's blade hits me, the resistance is even lower than when it penetrates a piece of cloth.

Whoa, who

There was a sharp sound of breaking the air in the air, and the diamond-shaped iron sheet of the pentagonal hexagonal and octagonal iron pieces flew all over the sky like money, and fell to the dream.

Puff puff -

Meng had no choice but to use a knife as a sword, fighting in all directions at night, wielding a knife to wrap his body tightly, and it was difficult to splash water.

Plop plop - the remaining four samurai did not mean to fight with Yume-san, and jumped into the pond one after another, diving to escape.

When Demeng knocked all the hidden weapons away and rushed to the pond, he was already hidden and nowhere to be found. Meng raised his head, looked at the residential house in the distance, snorted coldly, dragged the bamboo knife with one hand, and slowly walked over there.

"Your Excellency—"

In the depths of the darkness, a woman's clear voice was heard.

Meng stood still, stared at a flower bush in front of him, and said coldly, "What does the girl have to teach you?"

"Don't dare. The woman said, "Your Excellency is extraordinary, and your capacity is extraordinary. They were punished, but they were punished, and you see, that's the end of it, okay?"

"Not good. The one that Meng replied was called simply, "I'm just an ordinary person, I'm stingy, whoever bites me will knock out all his teeth, and he will repay him, and that's what I'm talking about." ”

The woman didn't seem to have imagined that the dream class would be like this, where was the Yong Hongda of the martial arts family? Moreover, wearing such a high hat to him, he still didn't appreciate it, he was simply an out-and-out unforgiving ruffian.

It is estimated that the woman also felt that her head was big, and her tone couldn't help but be an octave higher: "So, what do you mean?"

Meng said: "Although I am stingy, but it depends on who it is, if there is such a beauty, accompany me in this elegant pavilion, drink wine, hum a little song, spend a lonely night, my heart is soft, I will listen to you." ”

The woman was silent for a while, and said quietly: "Don't tell me that you were deliberately tricked into entering the backyard just to see beautiful women?"

Meng said, "Girl, how do you want me to answer you?"

The woman said, "Whatever you want." ”

Meng said: "Then, I said that the third lady invited me over." Are you satisfied?"

The woman said, "Not satisfied." ”

Meng said: "Okay, I have to be honest, actually, yesterday, Mr. Sato said that this place is very magical and terrifying, as if it is a place that eats people and does not spit out bones - you know, people have rebellious curiosity, the more you don't let him do something, the more he will do it." So, as soon as my brain was hot, I took the opportunity of the third lady's summons to come in and take a look, what kind of cannibalism is here without spitting out bones. Now, is the girl satisfied?"

The woman seemed to carefully digest his words, judging the moisture content in them, and then, faintly, "You said, you want to find a beautiful woman to accompany you here to chat, and then, you will listen to me, and tonight's matter will be over?"

Meng said, "Yes, girl. ”

"Okay," said the woman, "let's make up our minds, I'll go back and call the beauty, you can't just talk after I'm gone." ”

Meng said: "Girl, don't worry, I've always been a man who does what he says, and he does what he says." ”

"Good. After the woman said "good", it seemed to disappear like the wind.

The night is getting deeper.

The wind is getting colder and stronger.

The swaying leaves in the north wind seem to be swaying a sad song.

The whole mansion in the north seems to be sleeping like death.

There was such a hot fight, and no one lit a lamp or poked their heads out to take a look, whether it was the eight guards in the front yard, including Antoku Sakai, or the family members in the Kitakami family house in the backyard.

Although the process of fighting was extremely short from beginning to end, the heart-rending screams of the samurai who were disemboweled, tore the night sky, and in this era of extremely poor soundproofing, it was enough to penetrate the eardrums of everyone in the Kitakami Mansion.

However, it is still as quiet as ever.

Meng was absolutely convinced that if he hadn't been prepared to step into the family's house and carry out his revenge, the woman would not have said anything to stop him.

It is speculated that since the third lady wanted to frame him here, it should be out of some kind of resentment, and as for why she wanted to kill the dream classmate who had never even met in person, he didn't know, and he didn't want to spend his energy to study it. He just knew very well that in the martial arts hall, the head of the Beishang family and the two old men both had the intention of defending him, why, tonight, he made this play, this is what he can't figure out.

Could it be a further test in the legend?

Wipe!

Is it worth it to test him at the cost of throwing away a few samurai who are very good at martial arts?

Meng stood on the top of the pavilion, with his hands behind his back, looking at the pond with flashing microwaves, and sighed secretly, perhaps, in the eyes of some people, life has no value at all, as long as he can complete a certain plan, or even just one of them, he can give it up indifferently.

At the other end of the house, a lantern suddenly appeared.

Looking at it from afar, the figure is nowhere to be seen, only the dim lantern looms through the flowers and plants.

When it was closer, Meng couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Carrying the lantern was a young girl with a strange face - why was it Qingqi?

It is a kind of delicate and dusty, which makes people can't believe that she is a beauty fed by fireworks in the world, and they can't help but wonder why this fairy in the sky is careless, and she fell into the mortal dust?

The beautiful girl wore a light gray robe, came in style, walked to the bottom of the pavilion, looked up and smiled lightly at the dream classmate, although the light was dim and the night was dark, but it made people have the illusion that the whole world was suddenly bright, and said softly: "The people of Middle-earth are the state of etiquette, and men are even more gentlemanly, why, you can't bear to be like this, and you don't take a handle when you see me holding so many things in my hands?"

"Huh?"

She carried a lantern in her left hand and a wooden tray in her right hand, on which were wine jugs, cups, chopsticks, and pastries.

Meng also felt that he had indeed lost his gentlemanly demeanor, so he hurriedly remedied, walked down the pavilion, and stretched out his hands to take the tray, but his left hand unconsciously grabbed the woman's right hand that was pinching the bottom of the plate, and both of them trembled slightly at the same time as if they were electrocuted.

The two slowly raised their heads and looked at each other, their eyes met, and they both flashed a trace of brilliance extremely quickly.

Is it a hero's sympathy?

Or is it something else......

No one knows but themselves.

The woman gently withdrew her hand and walked up to the pavilion.

Dream classmates followed.

Putting down the tray and taking out the things of the wine jug, cups and chopsticks, Meng reached out and was about to take the wine jug, but the woman took the wine jug half a beat faster, and said with a smile: "You are a guest, I should entertain you." ”

Meng had no choice but to sit down, then propped his elbows on the table, supported his chin with his palms, and looked at the woman quietly.

The woman suddenly asked, "Am I beautiful?"

Meng used his chin to nod on the palm of his hand and said, "Naturally." ”

The woman seemed to suspect that he was perfunctory, and said: "However, what I see is that your eyes do not see the cloudiness of the beauty, but are deeper and clearer, so I have to wonder if I am really beautiful in your eyes." ”

Classmate Meng sighed: "Many people have said that if the branches in the north are not considered beauties, there will be no more women in this world who can be called beauties." ”

The woman was slightly stunned, and then, with a faint smile, said, "I just want to know your opinion." ”

Classmate Meng sighed lightly and said, "My opinion is that you should find a man as soon as possible and marry quickly." ”

Kitakami Zhizi was surprised: "Why is this?"

Classmate Meng said honestly: "If you get married, at least, you can alleviate a man's concern for you." ”

"Flutter!" the branch couldn't help but laugh happily, tender and moving. (To be continued.) )