Aventure of the super master

In the quiet night, only the sound of "treading" footsteps can be heard.

Matsumoto Hirata held the knife in both hands, and his body was moving rapidly, and the speed had reached the limit for a while. If it wasn't for the obstruction of the smoke, from the ordinary naked eye, only a shadow could be seen.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more intense, and a decisive blow was quietly brewing.

Seeing that the smoke was about to disappear and the time to do it was quietly approaching, Matsumoto Hirata's eyes were even more ferocious, with cold killing intent.

The next moment, Matsumoto Hirata finally chose to make a move, and kept approaching in circles. In an instant, his body stopped suddenly, and then he jumped high, holding the long knife in his hand above his head, with the momentum of cutting everything, with one blow It has already slashed down towards the originally locked central area.

But at the next moment, Matsumoto Hirata's expression changed drastically. The imaginary bloody scene where the young man was cut in half by himself did not appear, and the knife cut was empty, and even the breath of the opponent who was originally locked disappeared strangely. , where the long knife went was empty.

The horror in his heart can be imagined, Matsumoto Hirata is a swordsman, such a trick will not be used easily, and every time he uses it, the opponent will be killed, but at this moment, not only did he not succeed, even the opponent was in his sight when he was young, How could it be possible to deal with it calmly.

Holding a long knife in his hand, he looked around cautiously, everything seemed so strange, there was no other sound in the air except silkworms, and the surrounding smoke quietly dissipated under the night breeze, but Still haven't been able to find the breath that has disappeared.

A sense of danger suddenly appeared behind, and Matsumoto Hirata only felt a chill down his back.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around and swung the long knife towards the source of danger as hard as he could.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, he successfully parried the opponent's sneak attack, but found that the opponent was not the man just now.

A woman with a delicate dagger in her hand was filled with dangerous light. If she hadn't reacted in time just now, Matsumoto Hirata fully believed that as long as she hesitated a little, the dagger would stab his heart from behind the next moment.

Purple hair and cold eyes, the woman's eyes are extremely cold and angry, without much expression, her eyes are coldly locked on the man holding the knife, even so, the touching face can't help but make Matsumoto Hirata breathe quietly A suffocation.

He knew this woman, and she was also his goal today. This woman did not appear when he was fighting with that young man, but now she appeared here, while the man disappeared, and his body became more tense unconsciously, preventing the next moment. Raids from other directions.

Phantom enchantress, killing people invisible.

Matsumoto Hirata, as the second expert in the underworld, of course knows the legend of the Phantom Demon Girl, and even knows that it refers to two women, but there is only one in front of him at the moment, so, what about the other one?

The atmosphere at the scene gave Matsumoto Hirata an invisible pressure for the first time in an instant. It wasn't too heavy, but he could clearly feel it. It was a fear of the unknown.

I understand that there must be three people around at this moment, but there is only one in front of me, and the other two will not stand by. At this moment, they must be hiding in an unknown corner and peeping secretly, looking for a chance to kill with one blow.

The opponent is a killer, and he never fights people head-on. Even though Matsumoto Hirata has enough confidence in his own strength, he has to be careful at this moment. Even if his strength is far superior, he must be careful enough to deal with the killer, because the opponent It is completely possible to take people's lives by unexpected means under the circumstances of great disparity in strength. This is the most terrifying part of a killer.

Not to mention that he has seen the methods of the young man just now, it is really strong, he has not even encountered such a powerful existence in the younger generation, even Charles, the only son of the Lion King, is slightly weaker in comparison. Not as good.

Feng Mei's attack didn't stop much, since the man in front of him wants to kill the young master, no matter how strong he is, he must die.

At this moment, the graceful figure carried a strong killing intent, and a smear of blood flashed in her eyes. This was a sign of her rage. There was no expression on her face, she was staring at the man in front of her. At this moment, the woman only had endless murder in her heart. cutting.

Feng Mei moved, the speed was very fast, and the dagger in his hand was like a wild beast that chooses to eat people. It urgently needs to kill and drink blood. The target is Matsumoto Hirata's neck, which is the most vulnerable place of people, and it is also the best place to take people's lives. s Choice.

Matsumoto Hirata showed disdain on his face. Although the Phantom Demon Fairy is terrifying, she is only the fifth in the killer list. What's more, there are not two people, but only her, and her strength will be greatly reduced.

The long knife in his hand did not make the slightest sound, Matsumoto Hirata stood on the spot and straightly greeted her with the long knife in his hand. Although the woman is very beautiful, it is a little bit reluctant to kill like this, but today's task is here, even if I can't bear it, But he had to die.

Feng Mei is not afraid at all, even if the opponent is a strong man on the list of gods, she still needs a desperate blow. At this moment, the air of being slaughtered fills her whole body, and she even resorts to desperate measures.

The dagger and long knife were handed over again, and the piercing sound was heard far away.Fortunately, there are no other people living around, otherwise if such a scene was seen by others, someone would have chosen to call the police.

Feng Mei couldn't suppress a muffled groan, even though her aura wasn't weak, but after all, the opponent was a super strong person on the god list, even if she was desperate, she was still no match for her.

While retreating, Matsumoto Hirata had already chosen to step forward, but he secretly said that it was a pity, the long knife in his hand was raised, facing the woman's snow-white neck, and he would kill her in the next moment to avoid future troubles.

At this moment in the darkness, it seems to be slightly distorted. At some point in the air, there suddenly appears an equally beautiful figure, the same cold temperament, the same beautiful face, and even how did this woman appear? Hirata didn't even see it clearly, and just quietly appeared in front of him to block the rhythm of his continued attack, and there was a gleam of cold light in his hand, Matsumoto Hirata could tell at a glance that it was a fang.

Fengkage raised his snow-white wrist, and just as Matsumoto Hirata's long knife was about to fall on his sister, he had already parried it.

Caught off guard, Matsumoto Hirata was forced to retreat by this woman who appeared suddenly, his eyes were not surprised, but more of a ferocious smile: "Since all the phantom fairies have appeared, then obediently hand over your life now. "He licked his lips lightly, with a hint of obscenity on his face.

As a citizen of the Yamato nation, if he sees a woman, if he is not moved, it can only show that his blood is not pure enough. Matsumoto Hirata considers himself the most noble citizen of the Yamato nation, so how could he not be interested in beautiful women, but at this moment he is doomed It is impossible for him to possess these two extreme beauties, so, destroying them is also something to be excited about.

The two sisters did not speak from the beginning to the end, they looked directly at the opponent, and continued to attack the man who wanted to kill the young master from left to right, this time the murderous intent was stronger.

Seeing the reaction of the two women, Matsumoto Hirata had a wild smile on his face, and waved the long knife in his hand, welcoming the raindrops of the two women's attacks, but he didn't seem too nervous. The other party was a killer. Such a fight itself It's not what they are good at, not to mention that there will be a certain gap in strength.

The cooperation of the two sisters was seamless, from the initial tentative attack to the final effort, although the effect was not great, it would not make it easy for Matsumoto and Hirata.

Feng Mei's methods are fierce, each move carries boundless killing intent, her chest, neck, and eyes are all her targets.

Although they are sisters, Fengying's offensive methods are very different from Fengmei's. She is best at assassination. At the moment, she is more of an interference from the side, or to resolve the crisis. Knowing that her sister has fallen into a state of rampage, at this moment It was a desperate fight, several times the Japanese man's long knife almost hurt her, and Kazekage used the fangs in his hand to defuse them one by one.

The cooperation between the two sisters is unparalleled in the world.

No matter any other two people, there will never be such a perfect spiritual bond between two women, so there will be more or less loopholes in cooperation.

But for Feng Mei and Feng Ying, it was flawless, and it even made Matsumoto Hirata feel that facing two women was completely like fighting with one person. The stock pressure is gradually increasing.

One was in charge of offense and the other was in charge of defense. Faced with such a combination, Matsumoto Hirata felt a little more dignified. No matter how well the two sisters cooperated, it was impossible to defeat him, but they knew that they had to fight quickly. After all, the lion Wang is still restraining that perverted old guy, once Feng Feiyang breaks away from the restraint of the Lion King and rushes back, even if he is the eighth in the list of gods, he will be finished.

The long knife quickly drew an arc in front of him, successfully forcing the two women back, the next moment his body jumped up, the long knife went from top to bottom, following the direction where the body fell, and exhausted all his strength towards the purple hair. The woman slashed over.

A fierce and decisive killing intent, for the enemy, even if it is a beautiful woman, as the number one swordsman in Japan, Matsumoto Hirata definitely feels pity, but he will not feel sorry for her, since he is an enemy, he must kill her!

While retreating, he already felt locked on by a burst of momentum, and the blood in his eyes became thicker, but his movements were unexpected. He didn't try his best to dodge, but went towards the opponent with a knife. The knife stabbed Matsumoto Hirata in the arm by chance.

In this way, maybe Matsumoto Hirata's ultimate move will be affected due to the interference, and he will not be able to kill this woman as expected, but Feng Mei's injury is certain.

This woman was desperately trying her best, Feng Ying was forced to take a few steps back, the sisters had already left the original formation, finally a frightened look appeared on Feng Ying's face, she could foresee what would happen in the next moment, and rushed desperately I went up to stop it, but it was too late...

Matsumoto Hirata is also aware of this woman's purpose, but how can ordinary people be able to decipher his killer move? After all, this woman is still too young. If she wants to use such means to fight herself, she must have enough strength. .

Suddenly, Matsumoto Hirata felt that a cold breath was firmly locked behind him, and that feeling immediately made his body stiff, as if he was locked by a poisonous snake, and he even smelled a breath called death .

The next moment, he suddenly stopped his move, and his body deviated from the original trajectory with the largest arc, and a trace of cold sweat already oozes from his forehead.

Although Matsumoto Hirata has always been dealing with the attacks of the two women, he has always been on guard against the young man who suddenly disappeared. He is his biggest threat. Although he has disappeared, he does not believe that he has escaped. It appeared again, and it could be clearly determined from the aura behind it that the person who came was the young man just now, the descendant of the King of Killers.

Faced with such a situation, unless Matsumoto Hirata wants to risk his life, he believes without doubt that when he kills the beautiful woman in front of him with one knife, the breath behind him will take away his body without hesitation. life.

Matsumoto Hirata is not a lunatic, he cherishes his own life very much, he will never do such a deal, and the only choice is to give up the blow that he was originally determined to win, and use the fastest speed to break free from the lock of the other party's breath, but in his sensuality It was a deep shock, not because of the other party's appearance, but because he hadn't noticed the other party's trace until now. Now that he felt this aura, he understood that the young man had been nearby all along, and he had been thinking about it all along. Looking for an opportunity to strike, it's just that he didn't have the opportunity.

Matsumoto Hirata gave up the attack, but it didn't mean that Feng Mei would let it go, the dagger in his hand continued to slash towards Matsumoto Hirata's forearm, taking advantage of the gap where he deviated from his body, the sharp blade in his hand cut straight up.

"Uh……"

With a muffled snort, although Matsumoto Hirata dodged the attack from behind, he couldn't take care of both front and back, and was accidentally hit by Feng Mei's dagger on the forearm of his right hand, a burst of pain hit, and the long knife in his hand went away. The body retreated a few steps violently, and the eyes were full of horror.

Qin Feng did not know when he appeared next to the two women, the blood feathers between his fingers had a cold glint, and his eyes were full of anger, staring at the short middle-aged man in front of him, with killing intent Bang majestic, if he hadn't shot at a critical moment just now, Qin Feng would have no doubt that Feng Mei would have been seriously injured or even killed.

The long knife broke away from Matsumoto Hirata's hand, and with an arc, it fell straight at Qin Feng's feet. Under Matsumoto Hirata's angry eyes, Qin Feng bent down and picked it up slowly, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and holding the knife with two fingers. With a light flick, the crisp sound was accompanied by a melodious vibrato, and the blade trembled slightly.

"As expected of a national weapon, it really is a good knife." Qin Feng smiled slightly, looking at Matsumoto Hirata in front of him, but his killing intent did not retreat at all.

Matsumoto Hirata's complexion changed drastically. He never thought that the sudden change would let go of the weapon he carried with him. As a kendo master, the long sword with him is his life. The serious consequences of losing the sword at this moment are no different from losing an arm. It was greatly reduced, and his Tianyun Cong sword was in the hands of the young man on the other side at the moment. The sudden change was as indifferent as Matsumoto Hirata's face at the moment.

"Give me back my sword!" Matsumoto Hirata's eyes burst into flames. This sword is the highest honor bestowed on him by the Emperor of Japan. For many years, let alone people hold it in their hands. Except for killing people, they would never even look at it. Now How could it be possible to endure such humiliation when it fell into the hands of the enemy.

Throwing the sword by a samurai is the greatest humiliation in itself, but Matsumoto Hirata, the number one swordsman in Japan, dropped the sword into the hands of the enemy at this moment. The feeling of humiliation flooded his body in an instant, and he stared at Qin Feng with gritted teeth. Full of anger.

"The sword? It's clearly a knife...but it's not bad, I'll keep it for you. If you want it, it depends on whether you have the ability to take it back." Qin Feng said leisurely, with a deep look in his eyes. Jokes and sarcasm, of course I know what Matsumoto Hirata's throwing the sword means, saying this is tantamount to adding salt to this guy's wound.

For Qin Feng, Matsumoto Hirata's swordsmanship undoubtedly made him feel a strong threat, and at this moment, as a swordsman, the sword has fallen into his own hands. At this moment, Matsumoto Hirata no longer has the threat just now in Qin Feng's eyes.

There was a bone-deep wound on his wrist, and blood gushed out continuously, but Matsumoto Hirata couldn't care less about it. At this moment, he not only wanted to kill these people, but also took back his own weapon, which belonged to him, and even more so. It is a treasure of the Yamato nation, but now it has fallen into the hands of a Chinese. If he does not take it back, he will undoubtedly be a sinner of the nation.

During the next speech, Matsumoto Hirata came straight to Qin Feng with full of anger, like a beast, without any scruples, only one belief in his heart, kill this person, and then get back his own things.

The blood feather has been retracted. Facing an opponent without weapons, Qin Feng doesn't bother to kill him with the blood feather. Now that he has such a long sword in his hand, he wants to try his edge even more. The Japanese are most proud of it. It is very interesting to think about using the weapon to deal with himself.

Seeing that Matsumoto and Hirata had rushed over, Feng Mei's eyes sharpened, and she was ready to meet him.

Qin Feng turned his head abruptly, and stared at the woman beside him with a stern look.

Feng Mei was suddenly stared at so fiercely by the young master, her heart was suffocated, she had never seen the young master's eyes like that, she was flustered for a while, she stood still, her mind was blank, her eyes were at a loss , I don't know what I did wrong, she can clearly feel the young master's emotions, even though the blade facing Matsumoto Hirata just now was abnormally calm, but at this moment she is completely flustered.

Seeing the reaction of the woman beside him, Qin Feng couldn't help feeling distressed, but at this moment, he didn't pay much attention to it. Holding the handle of the knife, he stared at the unarmed Matsumoto Hirata who was coming towards him. He also greeted him.

A swordsman who has lost his weapon is always the least threatening enemy, just like a tiger without teeth. Even if he is the eighth in the list of gods, he has become half a waste at this moment. The corner of Qin Feng's mouth curled up with disdain and sneered With a sound, the long knife in his hand was already approaching Matsumoto Hirata's famous family, letting a swordsman die under his sword, a very good ending...