I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 242 Come and chop!

"idiot!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese man's eyes suddenly opened, and he let out an angry roar. At the same time, he raised his hand, and a stream of light flew out from his wide robe sleeves, directly hitting Ding Xiu's neck. Looking at it suddenly, it seemed to be a person. Silver glittering flying ring.

In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there are hundreds of kinds of hidden weapons, and there are naturally some top masters among them. However, the technique of the Japanese in front of him is completely different from anyone else in the Central Plains. The shining silver flying ring is even more indescribable. It's weird and mysterious, whirling around, and it seems to be alive.

"Um?!"

When Chu Liuxiang saw it, a bit of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. He was well-informed and could tell it at a glance. He quickly reminded: "This is the method of the Japanese Iga sect. Brother Ding, don't be careless!"

"It doesn't matter. You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing?"

Seeing the Japanese attack violently, Ding Xiu let out a cold snort. He flicked his hand, and the Nightingale sword in front of him trembled. Within an inch of being unsheathed, he saw a flash of cold light, cutting through the sky in an instant, impartially, The flying ring came in the middle, but with a "boom" sound, the flying ring exploded instantly and turned into countless fragments, falling from the sky and scattering to the ground.

"Baga, I didn't expect you to be able to break my 'Death Scroll Technique'. Okay, then I'll let you see my 'Alchemy Heart Technique' again."

The Japanese roared angrily, waved their sleeves and shot out a purple mist that rolled in like a wave. There seemed to be a bright purple star in the mist. In a blink of an eye, it came close to him, like a ferocious beast, trying to devour Ding Xiu, but he never thought that Ding Xiu would be killed. Xiu Shiran retracted his hand, and the nightingale that was only an inch out of its sheath fell immediately.

With a clanging sound, the moment the blade collided with the scabbard, a strange mysterious force burst out, stirring up the surrounding air, setting off a turbulent wave, roaring out, and it was indescribably powerful, directly blowing away Ziwu and Zixing. Rewind and go back.

"not good."

A somewhat harsh Chinese word popped out of the Japanese's mouth, and he jumped back quickly. His movement was extremely fast, but the purple mist and purple star were rewinding even faster. In the blink of an eye, they were As they came closer, even though the Japanese were extremely skilled in qinggong, they could not avoid it.

"boom"

There was only an explosion, and a ball of fire exploded from the stone beam. When the fireworks dissipated, it was seen that the Japanese man's hair was messy and his clothes were ragged. Except for the samurai sword in his hand, even the wooden clogs under his feet were nowhere to be seen.

Well, in fact, this so-called "alchemy technique" is just a little smoke and thunder beads, used to confuse people. It is of no use in front of a real master.

"You deserve to die!"

After two unsuccessful attempts, he received a blow from himself instead. The Japanese was in a state of embarrassment, and his anger had reached its limit. A pair of cold eyes burning with burning hatred stared at Ding Xiu in front of him viciously.

"Um~~~~"

But I saw Ding Xiu calmly sneered: "I know that you little devil can't play any good tricks. If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability."

"You will regret this!"

The Japanese man could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and slowly grasped the handle of the sword with his right hand. His samurai sword was five feet long and as narrow as a sword. This strange long sword naturally had strange moves.

Suddenly, I was shocked to see the Japanese man grab a long knife and raise it towards the sky. The knife was out of its sheath. The light of the knife was like a stream of autumn water, green and cold, piercing the flesh and bones.

He holds the scabbard in his left hand, and holds a long knife in his right hand. His left hand hangs under his waist, and his right hand raises the knife to his eyebrows. The blade is pointed outward, and he could cut it off at any time, but his body is as motionless as a stone statue. It is strange. His eyes were focused on Ding Xiu, and the light of the sword and his gaze had enveloped Ding Xiu's entire body.

"This"

Facing this knife that was ready to strike, even Chu Liuxiang behind him could clearly feel that the murderous intent forced out from the gap in the knife was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that the air around him condensed. Once Ding Xiu had something, If there is any sudden movement, the Japanese's sure-kill sword will be cut down immediately with the force of thunder.

Stopping with silence is the essence of Japanese martial arts. Facing this killing sword, even Ding Xiu had to concentrate on it. The great man said it well, strategically you can despise the enemy, but tactically you must pay attention to the enemy. , Ships capsized in the sewers have happened since ancient times, and he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.

Concentrate, confront, if the enemy does not move, I will not move. If the enemy moves, I will move first, and if I don't fire, I will be done. Every shot will hit. When real masters compete, isn't it possible to decide the winner with just one move?

The clouds are gathering, the leaves are rustling, and the earth is filled with a sense of solemnity.

The sound of running water seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and could even be heard out of sight. Only the rhythmic breathing of the Japanese and Ding Xiu could be heard, getting heavier and heavier. This confrontation of "quietness" was actually more intense than the competition of "motion". Killing is even more terrifying. Just because this static state is full of unknown crises and unknown dangers, facing Ding Xiu who is as deep as the abyss of the ocean, the Japanese can only feel the pressure on his body getting heavier and heavier. He can even feel beads of sweat. Bits of water came out from the tip of his nose, but Ding Xiu was calm and unmoved at all.

"Drink~~~"

Knowing that he was facing the most powerful enemy he had ever seen in his life, and if the stalemate continued, the situation would only become more and more unfavorable to him. The Japanese did not say a word, but shouted in a deep voice. In an instant, he had raised his power to the limit, and in his hands The katana is raised high in the sky, and the ultimate move is launched without hesitation:

"Cut with a knife in the wind"

The sword cut through the wind and cut with extreme force. The sharp blade actually turned into an evil dragon, whizzing and flying towards Ding Xiu. In a decisive blow that was a matter of life and death, the Japanese attacked with all his strength, forcing him to an unprecedented extreme.

Without moving his body or his feet, Ding Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, as steady as a mountain. When he saw the opponent's killing move coming, he seemed to turn a blind eye and did not dodge or block it.

"Roar"

The wind roared through the sky, and the Japanese sword turned into a dragon and roared, and rushed forward. The sharp blade also struck forward. But he never thought that at this moment, an invisible and immaterial thing seemed to emerge out of thin air a few feet in front of Ding Xiu. Innate Qi.

Yin Yang Zhen Gang!

The foundation of Ding Xiuzhi's battle in the world, the indestructible protective air shield, while blocking the Japanese offensive, the skill of transferring flowers and jade was immediately activated, and a powerful counterattack force exploded instantly.

"boom"

The Japanese felt that the blade of the blade was blocked, and an unprecedented force surged in like an overwhelming force. For a moment of surprise, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but retreat backwards.

"Uh"

There was a muffled groan in his mouth, and a spurt of blood spurted out. The Japanese seemed to have been seriously injured. He retreated behind the stone beam, and hit his back on a boulder. The huge boulder cracked open after being hit, and he finally stopped. Come down.

"The internal strength is not bad."

Seeing that the Japanese man was holding on despite being severely injured, Ding Xiu first praised him, and then said quietly: "Everyone who knows me knows that I have always been fair. Since you have killed him, I will cut you with my sword in the wind, and I will strike you with my sword in return. Can you catch the sword in the wind?"

"Zheng"

But after hearing a high-pitched and long cry, the moment Ding Xiu finished speaking, the Nightingale blade trembled, and it rose up from the sky on its own, blooming with dazzling light. There was a sharp will that emitted, and in an instant, it covered the whole world. All covered.

"Um?!"

"wrong!"

The look in the Japanese man's eyes suddenly changed. At this moment, he clearly felt a terrible pressure coming on him. It was like a huge mountain was pressing on his body. Even breathing became difficult. However, before he could take a breath, Recovery, the ultimate killing move from the opponent, has already broken through the air.

"The phoenix dances wildly with flowers!"

Without any hesitation, Ding Xiu took action, and it was the killing move among the eight techniques of mimicry. The yin and yang true energy surged mightily, and the nightingale's sharp edge poured out wantonly. Along with a sharp and sharp energy that seemed to be substantial, it soared into the sky. In mid-air, a wave of energy seemed to bloom. An extremely gorgeous divine flower, with petals peeling off and floating down, like a rain of flowers, extremely beautiful.

However, in this world, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are. Just like the rain of flowers falling from the sky in front of them, every petal is a sharp sword that threatens life. The Japanese were horrified and couldn't help it. Yan Biao had no choice but to ignore his serious injuries, build up his internal strength, and wave his long knife, trying to block the petals falling towards him, but the rain of flowers in the sky seemed endless and too dense. Just by looking at each other, petals would forcefully break through. defense.

"laugh"

The crystal clear petals were floating in the air, seeming to emit a faint fragrance. They looked so soft and beautiful, but when the petals passed by, the Japanese suddenly felt numb, and a line had been drawn unknowingly. A wound, a bone-deep wound, with blood gushing out.

(End of this chapter)