ebookslot Chapter 100 not only determines superiority and inferiority, but also life and death.
Chapter 100 not only determines superiority and inferiority, but also life and death.
Chapter 100 not only determines superiority and inferiority, but also life and death.
"Draw your sword. I can feel the killing intent in your heart, and I can also feel your deep-seated hatred."
If I'm not mistaken, that disgusting Japanese devil, Yagyu Hakuro, should have some connection to you.
Li Xin had already discovered this person.
First of all, when he entered, this person was standing in the main seat.
This person had a cold and aloof expression, with eyes that seemed half-open and half-closed, as if he were indifferent to everything around him, simply sitting quietly with his sword in hand.
Then there was the incident where the burly man in military uniform with the crew cut was beaten to death.
Furthermore, when the regular soldiers from the Garden Mansion rushed out.
This person also immediately drew his sword and charged up—
As he watched the soldiers fall one by one, he felt no fear, but rather a burning desire to try his luck.
It's like looking at yourself as if you're looking at prey.
This proves that the other party has extremely strong confidence.
And then there's the third point.
This person was able to sense certain hidden dangers.
As soon as you move your gun towards his position, his skin will immediately tense up, and he will subtly adjust his posture to deflect the vital points.
As a result, in the short period of time just now, I didn't find a clear opportunity to hit the target.
"The revolver in your hand is useless against me. Besides, I don't believe you have an endless supply of bullets."
Staring at the muzzle of the gun in Li Xin's hand, Liu Shengyuan spoke in a deep voice, each word distinct and deliberate.
Clearly, what he said did not necessarily reflect what he truly thought.
The muscles and bones of the whole body are tense, the brain is working at high speed, the center of gravity is constantly shifting under the feet, and the body undergoes subtle deformations.
It appears to be slowly inching forward, but in reality, it is keeping its guard up high.
I'm terrified of getting shot again.
"I don't even need a gun to kill you."
Li Xin chuckled softly, his eyes indifferent, and said in a deep voice, "Hongxiu."
Whoosh.
A foot-long, narrow, sharp knife had already pierced through the air and entered his palm.
"Judging from your knife-holding posture, it should be the Shinkage-ryu sword style."
That day, Yagyu Hakuro also wanted to use his sword to cut him down—
Unfortunately, he was too slow to draw his knife; he only managed a basic stance before I stabbed him to death with one shot. It was far too boring.
"By the way, judging from his expression before he died, he probably wanted to beg for mercy. It's a pity he couldn't say it."
The blade in Li Xin's hand spun like a leaping sprite.
His words, however, were both harsh and vicious.
Yagyu Shirohara's pupils narrowed to pinpoints, his eyebrows twitched sharply, but his breathing remained unchanged.
However, the few surviving guards and bodyguards from the capital city who were present saw it clearly, and he was already furious.
Even a scholar like Zhang Wujie, who knew nothing about martial arts, could see that the two sides were drawn together by their energies and were about to clash.
The speed at which Yagyu Haruno moved forward, like an ant crawling, suddenly increased.
With small, quick steps, his aura grew stronger and stronger, and his killing intent intensified.
"Then take a look at this cut I made—"
Yagyu Haruno squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
With a flick of his hand, the palm struck out like thunder.
boom----
As he struck out with his palm, the three-zhang distance beneath his feet instantly shrank, and he was in front of Li Xin in a flash.
The blade flashed silently, slashing diagonally upwards from the soles of the feet, faster than anyone could see.
Seeing the other party make a move, Zhuang Hongxiu couldn't help but take a deep breath and help Cheng Feiyan back a little further away.
She discovered that the opponent's attacks were both cunning and swift, and she couldn't even see the movements of his hands.
If I go up there, I'm afraid I won't even be able to withstand a single blow.
No, it wasn't that they couldn't block it; they couldn't even entertain the thought of blocking it. They were killed on the spot.
It wasn't just Zhuang Hongxiu.
The expressions of the martial artists behind Zhang Wuying changed drastically at the same time.
This feeling arose in their minds simultaneously.
It was as if the blade of the Dongyi man before them had merged into the wind, then rose against the wind, silencing all sound.
It makes it seem like he actually used a knife.
By the time they realized it, it was too late to react.
"A fine knife."
Li Xin sighed in admiration. He had heard of this strike before; it was the New Yin Style's [Reverse Wind Slash].
To be able to use it to this extent, one can definitely be called a master of knife skills.
This Japanese soldier is an extremely skilled fighter.
But it's precisely these kinds of experts who make killing so exhilarating.
Thoughts were swirling in my mind.
His seemingly unsteady figure had somehow shifted backward.
A flash of light, and the illusory image was shattered.
Li Xin's mantis blade spun with its back, already pressed tightly against the opponent's blade.
As the slashing motion ended, the blade suddenly retreated and advanced, then plunged down in a downward chop.
Chi———
As soon as the blade struck, a thin cut appeared between Yagyu Haruno's eyebrows and philtrum due to the wind pressure.
He retreated rapidly, his toes barely touching the ground, his knees straight and his shoulders still, as if he were being pulled by a rope, suddenly accelerating.
The long sword, swung high into the air, moved with a slight turn of the wrist.
The defense contains the offense, and the attack is already a horizontal slash in an arc.
【Moon Shadow】
This strike appears to be forward, but it's actually a backward movement.
It creates a sense of interplay between light and shadow, making it impossible to judge the distance of the attack.
If it were any other expert, they would be unable to stop or block the attack in the blink of an eye, and would likely suffer a great loss.
"Too slow."
Li Xin chuckled, and his standing sword strike, as if losing momentum, snapped back like a spring, blocking the path of the opponent's blade.
Cutting-off style.
They struck later but arrived first, locking each other with a knife.
The next step is to leverage this momentum to launch a swift and decisive attack.
You've been tricked.
A sinister glint flashed in Yagyu Haruno's eyes.
The arm holding the knife suddenly became as soft as willow branches, the long knife as supple as a bird skimming across spring water.
Lightweight and agile, it can be withdrawn with a single touch.
Li Xin's mantis blade, despite his obvious attempt to seize control of the blade, was silently severed in two.
There may be differences in skill level among swordsmen.
Even knives have varying levels of quality.
Clearly, even if Li Xin gained the upper hand in one move, his weapon was far inferior.
With just a slight touch, the blade was severed as the opponent's sharp edge swept past.
"kill!"
With a single, decisive strike, Yagyu Haruno stepped forward and slashed.
The wind howled.
Amidst the swirling and fluttering, it seemed as if a blizzard was howling down.
This three-part sword technique is the Blizzard Mad Sword Style that Yagyu Haruno mastered by killing and practicing his sword over three years in the northern lands.
Once activated, no matter how skilled the opponent is, they will be cleaved into pieces by his nimble yet ferocious blade light.
It looked like three slashes, but in reality, it was a trembling of the wrist, an explosion of power. In an instant, the blade flashed continuously, unleashing countless strikes.
It forms a fan shape, blocking all attack angles in front of it.
"Those Japanese devils are quite cunning."
Amidst the flashing blades and sharp whistling sounds.
Li Xin's figure not only did not retreat, but instead moved like a sprite, dancing wildly with his sword close to his body.
With horizontal slashes, vertical cuts, diagonal flicks, and reverse drags, the blade light was as fast as silk threads, seemingly swift and urgent, yet it could only glide past his body.
Not a penny more, not a penny less.
In the blink of an eye, he had dodged eight sword strikes and twelve slashes.
It looked as if it had grown many arms and heads, which was dazzling to the eye.
He even had the leisure to grab the front half of the broken knife with his left hand and glide it close to his face.
When the broken sword in his right hand was about to slash at Yagyu Haruno's throat.
The left hand, holding half of the blade, had already slashed across from behind in a bizarre manner.
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