I Have a Doomsday City

The eight-faced sword in Song Jian's hand was much heavier than the samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan. This sword was smashed at will, and the situation was so powerful that Little Japan was dumbfounded;

"You are swordsmanship? I don't know much about Chinese martial arts, don't lie to me!"

Song Jian's seemingly random move was very powerful, and Little Japan was helpless, and he could only resist with his sword.

Uh ~

Like Taishan, the samurai sword in the hands of Little Japan was directly crushed and hit his shoulder. From the strength, the two were not a heavyweight. Song Jian had crushing power on him;

"Nani!" A look of surprise appeared on Little Japan's face: "How could it be, how could this person be so strong? Did he take the potion!"

"Too weak!" Song Jianwang faced the little Japan in a white shirt with a look of disappointment in his eyes. His eyes deeply pierced Little Japan's pride.

"Ah, I'm the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire. Our samurai of the Great Japanese Empire are invincible! Let's die ~" Little Japan's face showed a sloppy look, and he gave up the katana held by both hands and turned towards Song Jian rushed over.

The reason why he came to fight this underground black boxing is mainly because the people behind the underground black boxing have great power. Even if people are seriously injured or even killed every day, they will never cause any trouble. The purpose of Little Japan is the same as Song Jian. They all came here to improve their martial arts by killing people, but I did not expect that even on the first day on the stage, they would encounter the iron plate of Song Jian.

Now that he knows that the opponent is strong, Little Japan has also made up his mind to die. When he rushed to Song Jian, he took out the short blade around his waist, and tried his best to move forward;

"I said, you are too weak!" Song Jian sighed slightly, the other side's every move, in front of his powerful perception, had nothing to say.

When the wrist was flipped, the eight-faced sword flashed a white light, and it was directly cut to Little Japan's right hand, and a blood arrow shot out, accompanied by a painful howl, a palm holding a broken blade flew up;

"Ah ~" Little Japan is like a beast, even with open arms, biting toward Song Jian's throat, a posture of returning to the same end.

Song Jian did not retreat, and the long sword in his hand moved forward slightly, stabbing the opponent's throat, a puff of blood spurted out, and Song Jian drew his sword to avoid it.

"嗬 嗬 ~" Little Japan rushed forward two steps, his knees softened, and his body fell to the ground.

"Win!" Ding Yi jumped excitedly.

Song Jian walked down the stage expressionlessly, it was not too challenging, not even to warm up.

"If the players here are all of this level, I will not come here again!" Song Jian looked at Ding Yi with an excited look and shook his head.

Ding Yi's face froze, and he quickly said, "Today I ’ll take you here for a visit. There are usually no masters here, and you will know if you look at the audience. Masters need to be notified and publicized in advance. Rest assured, if you are in Linhai, you ca n’t find a master here , Nowhere else! "

"Okay, let me know if there is a master in the future." Song Jian said casually: "I'll take this sword, is it okay?"

Ding Yi hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "No problem, you can take it."

Song Jian nodded and walked outside with an eight-faced sword;

In fact, this sword player cannot be taken away, but Ding Yi is an acquaintance here, and a well-known agent can buy the sword as long as he pays, but the price is not discounted at all. However, this money has to be paid by Ding Yi himself.

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Song Jian took off his coat and wrapped it around the eight-faced sword to cover it slightly. The scabbard of this sword has been damaged, and walking on the street carrying this sword will make people feel neurotic.

Walking on the street, Song Jian's mood was a bit complicated. This was the first time he killed someone in the real world. He had thought he would be very uncomfortable, but he didn't expect ...

When Song Jian lamented his condition, he suddenly heard a scream from a distance: "Ah ~, catch the thief, the thief grabbed my bag, catch the thief ~"

Song Jian looked along with his voice. A young girl was pushed to the ground in front of her. It seemed that her feet were still kicked a little. It was also difficult to stand up. She was screaming loudly, pointing at a hard-working teenager in front of her. The appearance of crying.

The teenager who grabbed his bag looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He dragged a women's bag in his hand, his face full of excitement and excitement. He ran very fast, half a person's high fence, and gently flipped over. Jumped over, it was very sharp.

"Don't run, stand still!"

A traffic policeman who was giving a ticket to the car heard the shout, turned his head and looked at the running teenager, and yelled at him as he hurled at him.

The teenager saw the policeman with a flustered expression on his face, a white light appeared at his feet, and the speed increased sharply. He even pulled out a residual image behind him and "snapped" from the traffic police. I ran to it, the traffic police subconsciously reached out and grabbed him, but grabbed nothing.

Song Jian narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man's back.

"This is the acceleration skill in the game. Lin Sheng has used similar skills ..."

Song Jian is a little speechless about the teenager who used his skills to grab a bag on the street. This is a bit too lost on the face of these so-called "gods", even if you go to a sports meeting and earn some bonuses!

Song Jian's mind was suddenly heavy, and the skills he learned from the game can be brought back to the real world. This gave many people a horrible power overnight, but the shape of these people could not keep up with the explosion. Strength, which makes them easy to embark on the road of crime;

This is the same as those who have won the lottery overnight. Many people who have won the lottery often spend a lot of money that they could not make in a lifetime ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The final situation is even Not as good as before the lottery, there is no shortage of such reports in the news.

Looking at the back of the teenager who had disappeared, Song Jian shook his head and walked towards the place where he lived.

Entering through the gate of the community, Song Jian turned to his rental house and passed by an alley next to him. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the dark place of the alley. A teenager clutched a white women's bag and kept tumbling in it. With some cosmetics littering at the feet.

"Such a coincidence?" Song Jian raised his lips slightly and turned his head to look at them;

Seems to be aware of Song Jian's eyes, the teenager raised his head and looked at the alley, the eyes of the two of them looked together.

The boy made a fierce expression, trying to scare Song Jian, but Song Jian was unmoved. Looking at Song Jian's slightly raised lips, the boy suddenly felt provoked.

Throwing the women's bag in his hand, the teenager took out a spring knife from his arms and made a double gesture towards Song Jian, saying fiercely: "Don't trouble yourself, hurry up!"

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