Extraordinary: Start with owning the system

boom!Wang Luo bent his knees and kicked a gangster's temple fiercely with his right foot. The terrifying impact directly made the gangster's eyeballs bloodshot, almost bursting, and he fell to the ground, his body twitching continuously.

These gangsters had just graduated from high school, and it was the most arrogant and domineering time, but in the blink of an eye, four of the seven gangsters were knocked down, and the rest looked at Wang Luo with fear in their eyes, and couldn't help but back away again and again .

Wang Luo withdrew his gaze from these people, without saying anything, strode into the Kendo gym, and then closed the door heavily.

"Asshole, damn it, we have to report this to Boss Murata."

"That's right, let Boss Murata take action, and this guy will die."

"However... how could he be so strong? Didn't he say that this guy is a liar? The Martial Arts Association is going to take the opportunity of the assessment to ban the Black Dragon Sword Dojo."

"I can't control so much, let's go back first and talk about it. What about the medical expenses? The boss will definitely beat us to death."...

The gangsters looked at each other in blank dismay, and then remembered the origin of Shangquan Feicun, couldn't help but shuddered, and hurriedly helped their companions to the hospital.

In the kendo hall, Wang Luo took off his shoes, stepped on the wooden floor barefoot, and took out a wooden box behind a plaque hanging "Black Dragon Sword Dao", which is extremely important in Shangquan Feicun's memory inheritance.

The wooden box is full of age and dust, and when opened, there is a samurai sword wrapped in brocade.

Wang Luo is now acting as Shangquan Feicun. When extracting the memory in his brain, he instinctively adjusted his posture, knelt on the ground, and then held the samurai sword in both hands.

The samurai sword was unexpectedly heavy, almost twice as heavy as the other famous sword Toru, but the length did not increase at all.

Wang Luo keenly noticed that the samurai sword in his hand seemed to convey a faint sense of consciousness. This kind of consciousness was like an unborn baby in October's pregnancy, full of rage and killing, as if it wanted to destroy everything.

"Hehe... Interesting." Wang Luo frowned, holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand, and the scabbard with his left hand, with his thumb slightly stretched.

Clang!With a clear sound, a faint silver light flashed out from the scabbard, and the complicated wave pattern extended from the handle to the tip of the knife. Under the illumination of the lights in the room, it looked more and more chilly, as if the temperature in the whole room instantly changed. decline.

"A good sword! The Yaodao Muramasa among the top ten famous swords in Dongwa is really extraordinary." Wang Luo twisted his wrist in satisfaction, and stood the samurai sword in front of his eyes, and the samurai sword hummed unexpectedly, as if there was an invisible force The power was repelling Wang Luo's palm, and in the next second it seemed to turn around and kill Wang Luo.

"Huh!" Wang Luo snorted coldly, his violent and unparalleled mental power erupted, and the consciousness in the knife conveyed the idea of ​​surrender, but it was a pity that Wang Luo was not accepted at all, what he needed was a complete sword. A weapon that can be controlled, even if this weapon may evolve into a treasure, he will not leave any hidden dangers for himself.

hum!Yaodao Village just stopped shaking, and the light on the knife's body dimmed a lot. Wang Luo pressed his fingertips lightly, and the blade broke through the skin, leaving a faint bloodstain.

Wang Luo's skin was as tough as an old cow's hide, and being able to break through his skin was considered a magic weapon.

Afterwards, Wang Luo made a phone call and called the housekeeping company to come to clean the house. His bank card had just received 500 million yuan, all of which came from the unregistered account of Ruimei Bank. The land is bought.

Wang Luo planned to go out to buy something to eat, but frowned slightly after going out. The surrounding area of ​​this urban area was full of bungalows, not even a supermarket.

At this moment, a black steam car parked by the side of the road attracted Wang Luo's attention.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Luo heard the roaring and insulting voices of several men from the next door, as well as the begging and crying of a woman, all mixed together in a very chaotic manner.

boom!A chair smashed through the window and flew into the street, where it was smashed into a heap of scraps.

A nameless anger surged in Wang Luo's heart. This emotion came from Shangquan Feicun's obsession. He frowned slightly, forcibly suppressed the urge to draw the sword, took a deep breath and walked away slowly. past.

Standing at the door of this house was a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a black suit. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing Huahualulu's tattoo. He was holding an iron rod in his hand, and his whole body was full of evil spirits. .

The man laughed as soon as he saw Wang Luo, and said, "Haha... I thought you escaped, it's really great, today I just happened to get rid of you once and for all."

Wang Luo took a casual look at the brother-in-law of the Jidao group, and didn't stop his steps. He still walked in unhurriedly, and in his capacity, he didn't pay attention to these low-level gangsters at all. .

"Damn it, how dare you ignore me, you coward?" the brother-in-law of the Jidao group yelled violently, swung the iron rod in his hand and threw it directly at Wang Luo's head.

Official members of this kind of Jidao group are often more brutal, relying on the unscrupulous lawyers in the organization, really don't care about murder and arson, and have no scruples at all, and Shangquan Feicun's previous fleeing without a fight, as well as other news that came out It also fueled the arrogance of the Jidao group.

Wang Luo didn't dodge at all, the Yaodao Village in his left hand suddenly lifted up, the hilt screamed and jumped three inches away, and the heavy hilt hit the Jidao group's younger brother fiercely like a siege hammer. chest.

boom!With a terrible sound of bones breaking, the brother-in-law of the Jidao group lost all his strength in an instant, his body became limp, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, with blood dripping from his mouth. There were some pieces of guts.

"Damn, what's going on! Hayata, what happened?" A bald member of the Yakuza with a tattoo on his right cheek walked out of the room. A gold necklace as thick as a thumb hangs on it.

With his right hand, he was pulling a woman's long hair, dragging her outside as he walked.

The woman's hair was disheveled, and she couldn't see any appearance. She seemed to have fallen into a coma without any resistance at all. She was wearing a loose pajamas, supported only by two suspenders, and there was a clear gap on her chest. black shoe prints.

And behind these people was a little girl, crying loudly, holding her mother tightly, and shouting: "Don't grab my mother, don't grab my mother."