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"Aren't you afraid of admitting the wrong person?"

"It's fine if you admit your mistake, and you can kill one more."

His eyes were cold: "But I don't think I made a mistake, I can smell the blood on your body..."

Fujiwara Matsudaira walked towards Bai Wei with strides, the pace was so fast that the rainwater dripping from the edge of the umbrella was pulled into an inclined 45 degrees.

Bai Wei smiled politely: "The smell of blood?"

Do you know how many teachers I slaughtered in my previous life?

Chapter 49 Rain Alley Knife Hunting

【Event has been triggered】

【Rain Lane Knife Hunting】

[There is only one knife and one person who can walk out alive! 】

【Defeat opponents, bury their swords, kill their vitality...】

[Reward: Unknown Han Knife Quality Improvement]

[Friendly tip: cut a steady profit, don't cut a small loss...]

……

At first, Bai Wei had no intention of killing.

Even after seeing the unexpected incident, he didn't intend to kill.

Until the other party reported his name: "Natural Li Xinliu, the guide does not allow it, Fujiwara Matsudaira...the reason for killing you is very simple. It is to avenge my righteous brother. You killed him, his name is Yamazaki."

Bai Wei remembered now: "Oh, it turned out to be him."

"Where's your genre?" Fujiwara Matsudaira asked.

"No." Bai Wei said lightly: "You Yingzhou people like to deal with those fancy things..."

"Aren't the Ming people divided into factions?"

"Then you can call me, painless abortion."

"Hehehe...arrogance!"

Fujiwara gave a low drink, and suddenly raised the red umbrella in his hand, and slashed down on his head. This move is a standard upper-section attack in kendo.

There is also a more appropriate name for this move... New Year's greetings swordsmanship!

The name is very interesting, but the power is impressive, not to mention that the other party is holding a real knife!

Clang!

Bai Wei's sleeve slipped the Hanshou Han knife, and it came after him. The Han knife cut through the rain, and waved out half a waning moon.

The blades collided and rubbed together, making a metal tremor sound, which hurt the eardrums, and the cold air reflected on the sharp blade seemed to cut the eyeballs.

"You can catch it!" Fujiwara was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Where did you hide the knife!"

"The knife just now is not the natural flow of mind..." Bai Wei saw it clearly: "It is the flow of Satsuma's manifestation."

"That's right, but what's the difference? I've studied in several dojos, and genre doesn't matter to me at all!" Fujiwara's eyes flashed coldly, seeing Lie Xinxi, he uttered a strange cry again: "Ka!"

Holding the knife in both hands, he pressed it down, and the sharp knife moved violently, slashing towards Bai Wei's left shoulder.

when!

Bai Wei staggered his body position, used his strength to deflect, and switched to holding the knife backwards, as if holding a cane, and brushed past Fujiwara. A line of blood appeared, followed by pea-sized drops of blood, which were just scratches and did not hurt the bones.

But at the same time, Bai Wei stopped abruptly.

The moment he passed by, he noticed Fujiwara's left and right hands, and he switched the knife in his hand from his right hand to his left.

The knife was raised high, cutting off the direction of Bai Wei's body, and the sharp blade swept across, like a tiger wagging its tail, and a wild goose flapping its wings, cutting towards Bai Wei's chest.

Back car knife!

A cold light bloomed in front of Bai Wei's eyes, and he still looked stern when he saw Dao approaching him.

Abandon the knife directly...

Han Dao took off his sleeve and freed his left hand.

The left hand clasped Fujiwara's left wrist, and with a strong grip, the wrist bone dislocated, and immediately pulled and pushed, spreading the forward thrust from the shoulder.

Fujiwara is a swordsman, not good at close-to-body short combat. He never expected that the force of a heavy hammer would explode from his arms, and the figure flew upside down, rolling into a wheel in the rainy alley, and the moon-white kimono became muddy and wet.

No thinking Xinyin flow o no knife to take.

Plus... Baji Tieshan!

The style of moves is nothing more than whether it is easy to use or not. Bai Wei has never been a swordsman who never leaves his sword. His movements are more agile when he releases his weapon.

Bai Wei decisively threw away the Huan Shou Han Dao.

Even though Fujiwara was taken by Wudao, and his wrist bones were almost broken, he did not let go of the knife.

"It seems that the knife is very good, you are reluctant to throw it away." Bai Wei picked up the Han knife.

"Hahaha..." Fujiwara got up from the ground and connected his left wrist bone with a smile on his face: "This is a good knife, of course I don't want to, but you are willing to throw away the knife, but you can't throw away the cat in your hand." open?"

The reason why Bai Wei threw away the Han knife was to free up his left hand, and he never used his right hand.

For holding a cat.

Fujiwara breathed a sigh of relief: "My sword was once used by Katsushige Nabeshima's retainers. It is a famous ancient sword, and in Yingzhou, the legend of Katsushige Nabeshima and the demon cat is known to everyone. "

"Demon cat..."

"That's right, this sword once killed the demon cat that made the Saga clan riot, so Huamao will surely die if it is beheaded by this sword."

Fujiwara Matsudaira narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Throw away that dying old cat, and fight with me wholeheartedly! Then you dare to use only one hand... you will definitely die!"

As if echoing Fujiwara's fighting spirit and killing intent, the ancient knife that had killed the demon cat was also trembling endlessly, making hallucinatory beeps, with high emotions.

In contrast……

Bai Wei's expression remained silent, and he even gently touched the cat's ear with his left hand.

"There's so much nonsense..."

"Time is running out, I'm still waiting to hurry."

"Hurry up and end it."

Still holding the knife in his left hand.

This seemed to have angered Fujiwara Matsudaira, he sneered, holding the knife in both hands, and made a unique gesture in the natural flow of mind.

The tip of the knife droops and tilts slightly to the right.

The natural mind flows o flat blue eyes.

Fujiwara Matsudaira felt his own breath. In the dojo where the natural flow of mind is good at actual combat, this move is the only move he likes the most. In the dojo, it took him three full years to steal his master to get here One trick.

From now on, whenever a knife is used, it will always be unfavorable.

It is a sword technique specially used to kill swordsmen, and it is almost invincible in one-on-one.

He waited for the opponent to swing the knife, until the moment when the blades collided when they entered the crossing distance of the swords.

Clang——

He indeed heard the voice, and confirmed Bai Wei's movement of swinging the Han knife. At that moment, his eyes burst into light, and blood danced wildly between his brows and brows.

Bear the knife, pick up, cut down!

The moves were completed in one go, the stabbing was as fast as lightning, the afterimage caught up with the afterimage, and they overlapped together.

A shocking cold air erupted from the knife, almost condensing into sword air, enough to cut steel and iron.

Fujiwara Matsuhei raised the corners of his mouth, ready to withdraw his sword and welcome his victory.

But the next moment, his neck hurt slightly, and he subconsciously touched his neck, blood oozing from his fingertips.

Eh?

how come?

When was I cut in the neck?

I obviously swung the knife, and I saw him swing the knife too!

Can!Why is he still standing five meters away? How did he kill me?

He was stunned, but unable to speak.Immediately afterwards, the line of sight tilted and began to fall.

It wasn't until the moment before his head fell to the ground and his consciousness disappeared into nothingness that he noticed...

There wasn't even a drop of blood on Bai Wei's knife.

The blade is not stained with blood, killing people in the air.

"what……"

"It's sword energy..."

Fujiwara finally realized that he was challenging an unknown swordsman, his eyes and pupils were dilated, and he fell into eternal sleep satisfied and unwilling.

Along with his falling head, the ancient knife that had killed the demon cat was also broken in his hand.

The remaining spirituality on the knife struggled uneasy, but was soon swallowed up by the dark shadow on the Han knife.

"Ping Qingyan with a natural flow of reason... that's it, it's outrageous, and I'm really looking forward to it." Bai Wei withdrew his gaze: "That's all, who takes the moon seriously... It's not Nasu I ate too many mushrooms."

The Han Dao that had had a full meal seemed to have an extra inscription, and it was put back into the sleeve casually.

Bai Wei picked up the red umbrella that was used as a scabbard, hugged the dying black cat, and disappeared into the rain.

Chapter 50 It fell asleep

Yamada came out of the clinic, having just stitched up the wound.

The doctor intended to let him stay overnight, but he still endured the pain and went home.