Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 103 Mechanical Heart 'Martial Saint—Battle of Changsha'

Boom!
There was a thunder snake dancing in the black clouds, the wind was violent and the rain was violent, and the sound of the rain became one in a blink of an eye.

The falling raindrops made pedestrians flee in all directions, and the hustle and bustle not long ago disappeared, leaving only the red and blue lights on the signboard flashing alternately.

The cold wind in the hall made a sound like a ghost crying on the silent street, and a biting coldness spread wantonly.

The rainstorm came unexpectedly, just like a murderous opportunity suddenly struck.

clatter.
A pair of leather soap boots stepped into the sewage, splashing a large cloud of muddy water.

The drowsy scavengers curled up under the eaves seemed to have noticed something strange on the street, and quietly squinted a red prosthetic eye to take a look.

With just one glance, he suddenly trembled all over.

At both ends of the apparently empty street, two men with knives and no umbrellas appeared at some point on a rainy night, standing face to face.

The beggar who was caught in the middle didn't have time to curse any unforeseen misfortune. He lowered his head suddenly and raised his hand to slap his forehead. The prosthetic eye in the eye socket fell off with a snap, and he quickly hid it close to his body with his hands and feet.

Although judging by their attire, it was unlikely that these two men would rob a beggar on a rainy night, but it was the most valuable thing in his body after all, and there was absolutely nothing to lose.

After completing this set of skillful movements, the beggar stared at the empty eye sockets, and deliberately raised his face to show a silly smile at the two of them.

"Close the knife?"

Li Jun squinted his eyes, staring at the long-handled sword on the opponent's neck, "Do we have a grudge?"

The man holding the knife was not tall, and he was wearing a shoulder-to-shoulder armor, with well-defined muscles on his exposed arms.

There are metal wires intertwined on the right arm to form a statue of Guan Gong standing with a sword, beard and eyes open.

That Guan Gong's face was painted with vermilion paint, his phoenix eyes were long and narrow like knives, and when he was illuminated by the street lamp next to him, there seemed to be a cold light flowing, like a living thing, with a murderous look.

The man also glanced at the ink knife behind Li Jun's waist, shook his head and said, "No enmity."

Li Jun nodded, "So you were ordered by someone?"

The man smiled lightly, "Take people's money and help them eliminate disasters."

"Aren't you afraid that you won't get paid after doing work for others?"

"No one dares to rely on the money from Sichuan-Chongqing gambling."

Sichuan and Chongqing gambling
Li Jun memorized this noun, and said with a snort, "Then you probably don't know much about Wu Gong."

"Third Class Gate Valve"

The man snorted disdainfully, and looked at Li Jun with a little interest in his eyes, "But it's rare that you, a Wuba, can get so mixed up that Confucian sects treat you like a thorn in their side."

"Should I throw the knife and follow me, or should I cut off your limbs and tie you away?"

Li Jun rubbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, his palm was hot, and he smiled calmly, "People are quite domineering, but I don't know if your knife is also so domineering?"

"You'll know if you try it."

The man took off the Guan Dao on the back of his neck and held it in his hand with one arm.

"All these years, I have been looking for a martial artist, but it's a pity that it's really hard to find people in your sequence. This time, I bumped into it. It's a good time to test whether the rumors that the martial art is a vassal of the martial arts are true or not!"

"There's no need to try," Li Jun grinned, "I'm not interested in taking a slave."

The man's complexion suddenly darkened, and he paused every word, "Remember, the person who killed you, Chuanyu, will bet three times!"

Words fall out of the knife, and people follow the knife.

A Guan knife broke through the rain curtain, like a thunderbolt shot down from the clouds, it hit Li Jun's head!
"Go down and tell you the ancestors of this sequence, now the way of war is the boss!"

clang!
The ink blade is like a dragon, rising from the back of the waist, and the scales and claws are flying, clasping the edge of the knife.

Li Jun stared at those fiery eyes, and retorted: "Why don't you take the message for me and tell them whether it's younger brother or younger brother?"

'San Tiao' raised his heavy brows suddenly, his chest hummed, and a huge river of force rushed along the mechanical bone, pouring into Guan Dao in an instant.

The force tide is about to rise, and Li Jun's feet have already moved.

I saw him dodging sideways, and the ink knife rubbed against the blade of Guan Dao to create a dazzling spot of fire, beheading the opponent's head horizontally.

'San Tiao' was short, avoiding the strong wind.At the same time, the knife in his hand crashed to the ground, splitting a long and narrow gap in the hard street.

Logically speaking, the man had already lost his balance and opened the middle door wide open with this knife.

But there was no trace of panic on his face, he grabbed the sword with both hands and took advantage of the situation, raised his legs and pulled towards Li Jun's face.

This kick is powerful and heavy, and the angle of the kick is extremely weird, like a scorpion flicking its tail, completely free from the shackles of human joints.

boom!
Li Jun blocked the opponent's kick with a horizontal knife on his chest, and was about to take a step backwards to release his strength, when suddenly there was an ear-piercing humming from the heart, and a cold light burst from the ground!
'San Tiao' stepped forward and drew his saber, and Guan Dao was fiercely pulled out from the bottom up.

If this knife is cut solidly, even if it is a black car, it may have to be cut open from it.

Thousands of troops to fight for change!

The rain picked up by the light of the knife hit Li Jun's face first, but it couldn't shake the fierceness in his eyes at all.

I saw his left foot suddenly took half a step back, his body was as heavy as a tiger and he bent over, the muscles and muscles of his two arms were fully exposed under the impact of internal force, the roots were distinct, like steel wires entangled.

Step forward with your right foot, hold the knife with both hands, with the handle reaching to the center of your eyebrows, and chop down with all your strength.

Battle formation swordsmanship, breaking the prisoner's sword, advancing momentum!
The two knives clashed heavily, as if there was a thunderous explosion.

"Good come!"

'San Tiao' glared wide-eyed, and the 'Warrior Saint-Battle of Changsha' mechanical heart in his chest was most suitable for fighting head-on, and its characteristic was fierceness.

The ever-increasing fit made 'San Tiao' excited, and was about to continue urging the mechanical heart to exert force, but suddenly felt that the force of the knife suddenly increased!
The advance of the pawns is an offensive and brave, not a rush!
Li Jun, who still had some strength left in the knife's momentum, suddenly exerted strength at this moment, his arms sank and pressed down the Guan knife, and his left foot, which was dragged half a step back, was like a battering hammer, directly hitting the man's heart.

'San Tiao' frowned, gritted his teeth hastily and dragged out the blade from the grip of the ink knife, and took Li Jun's foot with the blade of the Guan knife as a shield.

boom!
The swordsman from the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club dragged Guan Dao and retreated sharply, trying to create a distance to regain strength.

It's a pity that Li Jun's figure has already rushed out, and his physical speed has been further improved by the jumping step that has a certain sense of magic, and he is forced to stand in front of the swordsman in a blink of an eye.

At this distance, the advantage of Guan Dao's long strike and long strike is gone.

clang!clang!clang!
Jin Ge collided, the sound was dense and clear, and the light of the knife was raised to drown the figures of the two.

The beggar curled up under the eaves clutched the bioprosthetic eye, leaned against the street shop, and moved slowly and carefully.

Suddenly, the beggar showed ecstasy on his face.

His fingertips finally couldn't touch the rough wall, which meant that there was an alley corner in front of him.

Just as he was about to run wildly away from the two killing gods, a loud shout suddenly hit his ears, and the beggar's heart skipped a beat.

"Mechanical heart, overclocking!!"

(End of this chapter)