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It's Miyamoto Yuichi, who is bubbling with black light all over his body, holding his claws in front with one hand and a knife behind him with the other, smiling evilly.

By the time the girl noticed the black light, it was too late.

Miyamoto Yuichi's hand knife had already slashed into her neck, and she could only watch it happen.

"Ahh

With a roar from nowhere, the girl floated in the air as if she were flying through the clouds, and everything became so blurry.

The hairband that tied her hair seemed to be broken at the moment when the sword qi was vertical and horizontal just now, and at this time, she was in mid-air, and her black hair was like a waterfall, scattered, and draped.

In a daze, she turned her head to look, where she was standing just now, there was the fat man named Bao Jian just now, and half of her body was red.

On the ground, there is a severed arm.

Did he save me?" she thought in a daze, only to feel that her neck was wet, and when she reached out to touch it, she found that she was lying on the ground at some point, and her hands were wet with blood.

It turns out that my neck is still hurt, why don't I feel any pain at all, is it going to die? As she thought so, she felt like her vision was becoming more blurry.

It's cold.

When he was in danger just now, he roared angrily and pushed the little girl away, and it was Bao Jian, who was notoriously unresponsive.

It's just that he pushed the girl away, but he couldn't dodge Miyamoto Yu's murderous blow, and one of his left arms was cut to the ground under the hand knife that cut iron and steel.

Miyamoto Yu didn't pause, and made up another punch and elbow, all of which hit the vital point, and Bao saw that the wound of his right hand covering the broken arm of his left arm suddenly lay down in a pool of blood, and blood gushed out from his fingers.

"Senior brother!"

Jiang Weihan's eyes were red, and he lifted his breath, and Miyamoto Yuyi cut Jiang Weihan's neck with one hand like a knife, as fast as electricity, Jiang Weihan seemed to send his neck to Miyamoto Yuyi's hand knife.

With Jiang Weihan's martial arts, this hand knife is not impossible to dodge, and Miyamoto Yuichi also knows this in his heart.

But if you restrain your body at this time, your true qi will inevitably stagnate, and your moves will be old, and there will be a momentary gap.

Miyamoto Yuichi put his other hand behind his back, ready to attack. This hand knife, which is as fast as a meteor, is just a false move, waiting for this moment of space, and the next move is a killing move.

Who knew that Jiang Weihan didn't stop his body at all, but just faced the knife, and punched Miyamoto Yuichi in the heart regardless of it, this punch was even faster than the hand knife.

The doctor who hung the pot to help the world shot angrily, and it was actually a way of fighting that ended up together.

After this move, Jiang Weihan may die, but Miyamoto Yuichi is definitely seriously injured.

At this moment, Jiang Weihan's fist had already hit his chest, and the situation no longer allowed him to think about it.

Miyamoto Yu resolutely accepted the move, and with the fist that had already hit the chest, Queen Cang retreated, and withdrew three zhang before she stood still.

Jiang Weihan forced Miyamoto Yuichi back with a punch, and he was not complacent, he didn't stop, he immediately squatted down, moved his fingers like flying, and clicked a few fingers on the acupoints around Bao Jian's broken arm, and then helped Bao Jian to sit down cross-legged, with his palms on Bao Jian's back, his eyes closed, and his face calm.

Completely ignored Miyamoto Yuichi who was standing aside.

desperately forced the other party away, just to save his junior brother in time.

Miyamoto Yuichi stood quietly in place, looking at all this with a complicated expression, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a look of disbelief on his face.

Surprised by Jiang Weihan's choice.

Four men, one lying and one standing, two sitting, fell into a strange silence, and none of them moved.

After a long time, Miyamoto Yuichi exhaled lightly, bowed to Jiang Weihan with respect, and his tone was rare and solemn: "Your Excellency sacrificed your life and forgot to die, let me admire." ”

Jiang Weihan still ignored Miyamoto Yuichi, his whole body did not move at all, except for his face was a little flushed, it was like a rock, and the white qi around him was dense, and it seemed that the true qi was running to a critical juncture.

Miyamoto Yu smiled and continued, "Tell me your name, you deserve to make me remember your name before killing you." ”

Jiang Weihan's lips were tightly closed, he still didn't spit out a word, his cheeks, neck, palms, and the exposed skin of his whole body were already red, and his skill had already reached twelve points.

Even the little girl who fell to the side understood in a daze that Jiang Weihan wanted to pull his junior brother back from the edge of life and death before he was killed.

She could understand the intentions, not to mention the Fuso man with a smart face.

She thought that if she was really respected, she should at least fulfill the scholar's dying wish. But this bewitching Fusang boy didn't seem to hesitate at all, and the black qi in his hand was swirling into the shape of a blade, like a long black knife.

The hand rises, and the knife falls.

In the fog of black gas and white mist, the vague, woman who fell to the ground suddenly remembered a pair of eyes inexplicably, there was no logic, and she didn't know why she remembered.

But she just remembered such a pair of eyes.

Fearless, confident, just like the kind of eyes that will never lose, or will not admit defeat, and will not feel powerless, and there are still a little blue starlight in the eyes like a mystery.

There seems to be boundless anger.

Anger?

Soon, she realized that it wasn't she who remembered such eyes.

It was she who saw the eyes again.

This time, in these eyes, there was a sea of stars with anger.

In the afternoon, the streets were a little hot from the sun, and the air was a little scorched, and it smelled of dust. The shade brought by the sparse trees on the side of the road only set off the heat.

During this time, the streets were empty, and there were just no pedestrians.

No one saw that a simple and fat man, sacrificing his life to save people, was seriously injured and dying with a broken arm.

No one saw that a scholar in a green shirt, without saying anything or moving, put life and death out of the way.

No one saw that a young man in black, standing like a knife, slowly cut down.

No one saw it, a white shadow descended from the high wall, and a blue light came out from his fingertips, slashing down towards Miyamoto Yuichi's head like thunder in the nine heavens.

If you look at the battle in the East City Ring, you will feel that the amazing sword light at that time can be said to be bleak compared to the current one.

At this moment, it seemed that the scorching sunlight also dimmed.

From the side of the street to Jiang Weihan's body, a huge sword mark cut through half of the street.

Miyamoto Yuichi stood on the edge of the sword mark, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, the person in front of him was actually the shopkeeper just now.

The elegant black gauze plain robe, at the position of the chest, has already broken a big gap.

A pale but powerful chest was exposed, with a healed scar across the chest, and a bloody sword wound diagonally downward, spelling out a crooked cross.

It's just that this vertical is far less deep and long than that horizontal one.

Miyamoto Yuichi looked down, smiled evilly, and reached out to tear the clothes on his body to shreds.

Inconsistent with his pale and thin appearance, Miyamoto Yuichi's upper body is definitely not thin, and can even be described as Kong Wu, with strong muscles and green tendons on his arms.

The two of them glanced at each other, and Miyamoto Yuichi's eyes were curious, cold curiosity, as if he was looking at a prey.

In the eyes of the wind, there are no eyes, only bright starlight.

Quite tacitly without saying a word, and then the two figures intertwined in one place without warning.

The sword aura is rampant, and there is only the sound of hunting in the air.