Cyber Daming

Chapter 103 Tool Heart ‘Martial Saint—Battle of Changsha’

Rumble!

There were thunder snakes dancing in the black clouds, the wind was blowing violently, and the rain was falling in a blink of an eye.

The falling raindrops sent pedestrians fleeing in all directions. The bustling bustle of the recent past was gone, leaving only the red and blue lights on the signboard flashing alternately.

The cold wind blowing through the hall made a sound like a ghost crying on the quiet street, and a biting coldness spread wantonly.

The heavy rain comes unexpectedly, just like the sudden attack of murderous intent.

clatter.

A pair of leather soap boots stepped into the sewage, causing a large splash of turbid water.

The sleepy scavenger beggar huddled under the eaves seemed to have noticed something strange on the street, and quietly squinted a red prosthetic eye to take a peek.

Just one glance made his whole body tremble suddenly.

At both ends of the apparently empty street, two men with knives and no umbrellas appeared at some point on a rainy night, standing face to face.

The beggar who was caught in the middle had no time to curse any unforeseen disaster. He lowered his head suddenly and raised his hand to slap his forehead. The prosthetic eye in his eye socket fell down with a snap, and he quickly hid it close to his body with his hands and feet.

Although judging from their attire, it was unlikely that these two men would rob a beggar on a rainy night, after all, this was the most valuable thing in his body, and there was absolutely no room for loss.

After completing this skillful set of actions, the beggar stared with empty eyes and deliberately raised his face towards the two of them with a silly smile.

"Guandao?"

Li Jun narrowed his eyes and stared at the long-handled sword held across the opponent's neck, "Do we have a grudge?"

The man holding the knife was short, wearing a shoulder-length armor, and his exposed arms had clear muscles.

There is a statue of Guan Gong standing on the right arm with metal wires intertwined to form a pestle and knife, with his beard brushed and his eyes open.

That Guan Gong's face looked like it was painted with vermilion paint, and his phoenix eyes were as narrow as knives. When illuminated by the street lamp next to him, a cold light seemed to flow, like a living thing, with a murderous aura.

The man also glanced at the ink knife behind Li Jun's waist, shook his head and said, "No grudge."

Li Jun nodded, "So you were ordered by someone else?"

The man smiled lightly and said, "Take people's money to help them eliminate disasters."

"Aren't you afraid that if you do work for others, you won't get paid in the end?"

"No one dares to rely on money from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club."

Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Club

Li Jun wrote down the term and said, "I'm afraid you don't know much about Wu Gong."

"Third Class Valve"

The man snorted disdainfully, and looked at Li Jun with a little interest in his eyes, "But it's rare for a martial artist like you to be able to make Confucian nobles treat you as a thorn in their side."

"Should you throw away the knife and follow me, or should I chop off your limbs and then tie you up and leave?"

Li Jun rubbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, his palm was burning, and he smiled lightly on his face, "He is quite domineering, but I don't know if your knife is as domineering?"

"You'll know if you try it."

The man took off the Guandao hanging on the back of his neck and held it in his hand with one arm.

"I have been trying to find a martial artist to kill for all these years, but it's a pity that it's hard to find people from your line who are hiding their heads and showing off their tails. This time I bumped into one, and it's a good time to test whether the rumors that Bing Dao is a vassal of martial arts are true or false!"

"No need to try," Li Jun grinned, "I'm not interested in taking a slave."

The man's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said word by word, "Remember, the person who killed you is a Sichuan-Chongqing gambler!"

The words fall and the sword comes out, and people follow the sword.

A Guandao broke through the rain curtain, like a bolt of thunder striking down from the clouds, hitting Li Jun's head!

"Go down below and tell you, the ancestors of this sequence, that Bing Dao is the boss now!"

clang!

The ink blade is like a dragon, rising from the waist, its scale claws flying, grabbing the edge of the Guan Dao.

Li Jun stared at those blazing eyes and retorted: "Why don't you carry the message for me and tell them that I'm still a little brother?"

'San Tiao''s thick brows suddenly raised, and there was a buzz in his chest. A huge river of power rushed along the bones of the machine, and poured into the Guandao in an instant.

The tide of power was about to rise, and Li Jun's feet were already moving.

I saw him step aside, the ink knife rubbed against the Guandao blade, creating a dazzling spot of fire, and slashed the opponent's head.

‘San Tiao’ dwarfed his body and avoided the strong wind. At the same time, the Guandao in his hand crashed to the ground, splitting a long and narrow gap on the hard street surface.

Logically speaking, with this sword slashing through the air, the man had lost his balance and the middle door was wide open.

But there was no trace of panic on his face. He grabbed the sword with both hands and took advantage of the situation, raised his legs and thrust towards Li Jun's face.

This foot movement is powerful and heavy, and the angle of the leg is extremely weird, like a scorpion tail flicking, completely unfettered by human joints.

boom!

Li Jun held his sword across his chest to block the opponent's kick, and was about to leap backwards to release his strength when he suddenly heard an almost harsh buzzing sound from his heart, and a cold light had already burst out from the ground!

'San Tiao' stepped forward and drew his sword, and the Guandao was drawn out fiercely from bottom to top. The sword's movement was simple and rough, but it exuded an intimidating domineering force.

If this knife was chopping solid, even a black carriage would probably be cut open from the middle.

Thousands of armies can defeat the enemy!

The rain water stirred up by the light of the sword hit Li Jun's face first, but it could not shake the fierceness in his eyes at all.

I saw his left foot suddenly pulling back half a step, his body sank like a tiger leaning down, and the muscles of his two arms were fully exposed under the impact of internal force, and their roots were clearly defined, like wires wrapped around each other.

Step forward with your right foot, hold the knife in both hands, bring the handle to the center of your eyebrows, and slash down with all your strength.

Battle array swordsmanship, Polu sword, advance!

The two knives struck each other heavily, as if there was a thunderous explosion.

"Well done!"

'Santiao''s eyes widened in anger. The 'Martial Saint - Battle of Changsha' weapon heart in his chest was most suitable for frontal combat, and its characteristic was that it was fierce and unrivaled.

The ever-increasing degree of fit made 'Sanjo' excited, and he was about to continue to use his mechanical heart to exert force, but he suddenly felt a sudden weight on the knife!

The infantry advance is a brave and brave offensive, not a head-down rush!

Li Jun, who had some remaining strength in the sword's power, suddenly exerted force at this moment. He lowered his arms to push down the Guandao. His left foot, which he dragged back half a step, was like a battering ram, hitting the man's heart directly.

‘San Tiao’ frowned, hastily gritted his teeth and pulled out the blade from the grip of the ink knife, and used the Guandao blade as a shield to withstand Li Jun’s kick.

boom!

The swordsman from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club dragged his sword back sharply, trying to distance himself and regain his composure.

Unfortunately, Li Jun's figure had already stepped out. The Yuanyuan Step, which already had some magical meaning, made his physical speed even further, and he was forced to stand in front of the swordsman in the blink of an eye.

At this distance, the advantage of Guandao being long and hitting far is gone.

clang! clang! clang!

The sound of the clash of gold and silver swords was dense and clear, and the light of the sword drowned the two figures in it.

The beggar huddled under the eaves, clutching the biological prosthetic eye, pressed his body against the street shop, and moved slowly and cautiously.

Suddenly, the beggar's face showed ecstasy.

His fingertips finally couldn't touch the rough wall, which meant that there was an alley corner in front of him.

Just when he was about to run away from the two murderous gods, a loud shout suddenly hit his ears, and the beggar's heart skipped a beat.

"Mechanical heart, overclocking!!"