Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

Murakami sneered and put his palm on the handle of the knife.

"Traitor of Kunlun, I want you to make the first move."

Hearing the sound, Murakami's eyes narrowed sharply, "What did you say?"

"You've been defecting for so many years, you won't forget it, right?"

Murakami narrowed his eyes and asked with a fierce look in his eyes: "Who are you?"

However, Hong Fei didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he stepped forward and thrust forward quickly.

Murakami remained silent until the tip of the knife approached him, and then he suddenly pulled out the knife with force.

Batojutsu is also called Iaijutsu. The word "Iaijutsu" symbolizes the confrontation between the enemy and ourselves, while Iaijutsu emphasizes killing with one strike.

The essence of drawing a sword is to use the curvature of the knife and scabbard to create an instant burst of force during the process of drawing the sword. Its strength and speed are greater than that of directly swinging the sword.

Murakami drew the sword very quickly because he not only had the experience of living for hundreds of years, but also had the "Qi" that is unique to Kunlun practitioners!

His rich experience allowed him to calmly deal with the straight swords, and the use of "Qi" brought all-round growth to his body.

The light of the sword suddenly shot up like lightning, but his sword was not slashing towards Hong Fei's side to block, but slashing towards Hong Fei's waist like a poisonous snake.

Needless to say, if one is hit by him, the body will be disemboweled at the least, and the body will be dismembered from top to bottom if it is more serious.

And his body suddenly fell down at the moment he drew the sword, and Hong Fei's straight stab could not hurt him at all.

Of course, the above are ideal situations.

There will always be hundreds of millions of differences in reality.

The real situation is that in Hong Fei's eyes, his movements are very slow, worse than the old man doing Tai Chi on the street.The way he drew the knife looked very obscene, and the way he bent down was like an old man twisting his waist when he went out after having sex with some aunties last night.

The flexible wrist tilted the blade downward, and the sharp tip of the blade instantly inserted into the back of Murakami's hand. At this moment, Hong Fei felt an unusual resistance, which was probably the effect of "qi".

However, its strength is far from enough to withstand this sharp horizontal knife.

With a little effort, the "Qi" defense was broken through, and Murakami's old, brown skin seemed to be nothing.

The blade turned again, the blade pointed upward, and the angle of the blade tip quickly moved upwards against his arm bones. Along the way, the skin was torn first and then quickly gathered together, and the blood had no time to seep out, until finally the blade cut free. The collarbone was broken at the shoulder and the seal was released.

The two figures intertwined instantly.

The blade is not stained with blood.

Turning around, the horizontal knife was gently turned in Hong Fei's hand, and a gorgeous knife flower lit up.

Frank stood in the distance and frowned. He didn't see clearly what happened just now.

Bang!

Murakami turned around, the curved katana suddenly fell, and the cut black clothes were floating in the breeze.

The next moment, a line of blood burst open from the back of the hand to the shoulder, and the torn flesh and skin quickly opened like a bloody mouth, revealing the red and white bones inside.

Murakami's cold face disappeared in an instant, his facial features wrinkled together quietly out of control, and there were threads of saliva outside his suddenly opened mouth.

"what!!"

He seemed to be telling Hong Fei and Frank how much pain he was feeling with a shrill wail.

The corners of Frank's eyes twitched. He had seen more bloody, cruel and even disgusting scenes, but the scene in front of him was so unique. It uniquely made his heart tremble and his arms ache.

Looking at Hong Fei again, his eyes were extremely calm, like a pool of stagnant water that never fluctuated.

Putting down the RPG, Frank took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Hong Fei: "What kind of knife skills are you doing?"

"A boning knife is usually used by butchers when cutting meat."

Murakami's arm was bleeding profusely, and the artery on his shoulder pumped out dark red, sticky blood in response to his breathing rate. His face began to turn pale rapidly.

Despite this, the leader still did not forget to fight back.

He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, and his intact left hand suddenly slapped outwards.

Suddenly a strong shock wave came oncoming.

Hong Fei grabbed Frank's arm and rolled to the side to avoid it.

boom!

The fence behind the two of them was instantly torn apart, and the low wall exploded as if it had been shelled, sending debris flying.

When Hong Fei stood up, he stepped and kicked, and the samurai sword that he had just dropped flew out quickly and plunged into Murakami's heart with a pop, nailing him to the wooden steps.

Frank stood up and patted his clothes, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Qi is formless and formless, which seems a bit strange at first glance.

A large pool of blood flowed rapidly along the gaps between the cobblestones, and Murakami's vitality quickly disappeared.When he was dying, he still struggled with his trembling body and said: "You will all die here, I..."

boom!

"There's a lot of nonsense."

Hong Fei put away his gun and watched a blue skill card fly into his body.

From the perspective of Hong Fei's personal interests, the best way to deal with Murakami is not to kill him, but to capture him for interrogation, because Hong Fei needs a way to make life-extending items from dragon bones.

But sometimes, doing things is not just about profit.

The things Murakami mastered were very useful, but Hong Fei didn't like him.

At this point, Frank glanced at the bloody scene, turned around and said, "Let's go, it's over."

Unexpectedly, Hong Fei shook his head: "Someone is coming, a lot of people."

Frank immediately raised the RPG and said, "Get out!"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

In his mental vision, dense red dots quickly appeared outside the villa, and with his enhanced hearing, he heard the continuous sound of sirens.

Outside the villa.

The originally rarely visited road was quickly filled with police cars. Looking far to both ends of the road, more flashing police car lights were coming continuously.

Not long after, noisy police sirens were heard inside the villa, and Frank's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and ran to the rear for covert investigation, and immediately saw the police advancing inward with explosion-proof shields.

Seeing that he was about to run elsewhere, Hong Fei stopped him in time: "Don't waste your energy, there are people in all directions."

Frank stopped, "When did they call the police?"

"Call the police? I don't think so. Unless he calls the police before we come in, it's impossible for so many police officers to show up in a short period of time. I guess there are not only police officers outside, but also people from the Hand. Their purpose It’s to save people or snatch bodies.”

Frank's eyes flickered, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

Hong Fei pointed at Murakami's body: "Believe it or not, although he is dead now, as long as the body is retrieved intact by the Hand, he may be alive and kicking again in a while."

"how can that be?!"

"This is the top secret of the Hand. Life extension is one, and resurrection is the most perverted."

The dragon bone is very magical. The core of Kunlun has never been the long-established masters, but the immortal dragon.