future master in modern

There was an eerie silence in the empty wine room.

After a long time, Liu Mingke said calmly, "You should be satisfied with this!"

All the thugs showed doubts, especially the man in the lead, he finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Ming Ke, who is this?"

Zhao Wuji smiled, let go of his hand, and gave it a slight push.

Liu Mingke took advantage of the situation and returned to his camp.

He snorted heavily, and didn't get into a rage because of the threat just now, but said coldly: "Friend, since you want to stand out, then you plan to bear all the consequences by yourself?"

"Naturally." Zhao Wuji nodded slightly.

Liu Mingke flicked his eyes left and right, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, he must not walk out of here in one piece today."

"Hey...wait a minute." Zhao Wou-ki raised his palm and pushed forward.

"Why, I regret it." Liu Mingke smiled happily, looked at Zhao Wuji and said.

"Are you sure you want to fight?" Zhao Wou-ki asked hesitantly.

Laughter came from everywhere, and everyone looked at Zhao Wou-ki playfully.

"You're still scared! But it's too late, who asked you to play the hero, I think you have a lot of strength, and you almost hit your path just now, but now, never again." Liu Mingke's eyes were cold However, it kept flashing.

"Since you must fight, then I have no choice but to accompany you, just wait for me to take off my clothes, it would be bad if I scratch my clothes." Zhao Wou-ki said as he was about to take off his clothes.

The corners of Liu Mingke's eyes twitched, and he glared at Zhao Wou-Ki, "You are showing blatant contempt."

Liu Mingke's group of people, no matter which one is taken out, they are all in charge of their own affairs, and if they stomp their feet casually, countless people will be scared out of their wits.

And the leader is regarded as a legendary figure by the outside world. Although the ancestral throwing knife has not reached the level of Li Xunhuan's case, it can still hit nine out of ten shots within a certain range. It can be said to be accurate. Completely, because the surname is Ma, he is called the Horse Sword by his brothers on the road.Later, Ma Shendao played with guns, and due to his innate advantages, he soon became a master at guns.

Now, when mentioning the Ma Shendao, everyone will think of his swordsman and gun. Among the population, he has become a modern hero.

Now, Zhao Wou-ki made such a contemptuous gesture in front of this group of people, which made the eyes of this group of people flicker fiercely.

The horse sword with long hair covering his face also shook his hair, revealing a gap, and his sharp eyes shot out from the gap, like the light of a sword.

Zhao Wuji didn't care what the group of people thought, he just took off his clothes with a calm demeanor and calmly dealt with it.

Liu Mingke glanced up and down with his eyes, and said with a sneer, "He has a good physique, no wonder he has a lot of strength." Then, his gaze inadvertently rested on Zhao Wuji's back, and the pupils of his eyes shrank suddenly, a little surprised , but soon, he was relieved.

"I heard that the boxers in the Siberia training camp all have tattoos of polar bears on their backs. I didn't expect you, a little guy, to join in the fun and dare to get such a tattoo. What are you pretending to be like garlic cloves!" Liu Mingke At this time, the fierce light was revealed, and the hand made a slashing gesture like a long knife.

This group of lawless thugs held the sticks in their hands at some point, and there was a sound of "click click", they threw out the sticks with a wave of their arms, and surrounded Zhao Wuji with cold eyes.

Zao Wou-ki looked at them, looked around helplessly, and soon, his eyes stopped on a support pillar of a table.

"For the sake of fairness." Zhao Wou-ki smiled and lifted the table.

"There's a lot of nonsense, let's see if you're still not so noisy later." The strong men reprimanded impatiently, but the movements of their hands were not slow at all.

The whole body of this swinging stick is made of special stainless steel, and it is extremely tough. Even a normal person can easily tear a person out of a bone with a single swing. It is extremely powerful when used by this group of experienced men.

The swinging stick was thrown in the air with a buzzing sound of friction.

And there is only one goal, that is Zao Wou-ki.

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at them with a faint smile, lifted the table with one hand, pinched the supporting pillar with the other hand, folded it lightly, and only heard a "click".The small metal pillar with the length of an ordinary person's arm was broken by Zao Wou-ki.

There was a whistling sound in my ears.

Zhao Wou-ki did not hurry up, lifted the small pillar, and drew it on the several raging sticks.

Intense screeching!

sparks flying......

Zhao Wou-ki's smile didn't fade away, but the faces of those few people changed drastically. At that moment, they felt an unbelievable force from their swinging sticks to their palms.

The palm was very numb, almost numb, and even the forearm was tingling.

They immediately lost their strength, and the swinging stick hung on the ground with a slap. The part of the swinging stick that was in contact with the metal pillar in Zao Wou-ki's hand was pitch black, which was the carbonization of the surface layer produced by high-speed friction.

tough!not simple!

The first few people retreated again and again, their eyes were solemn, as if they were facing a big enemy.

Zhao Wou-ki shook his head with a faint smile, pressing forward step by step.

The small metal pillar in his hand seems to be endowed with magical power, dancing up and down like a butterfly wearing flowers in Zao Wou-ki's hands, making people dazzled.

Ma Shendao stood behind, with hands behind his back.

Two lines of sight shot out from the gap between the hairlines, a little dignified.

"There are masters!" The voice was hoarse and popped out suddenly.

But at this time, the metal pillar in Zao Wou-ki's hand was already as it was just now, exactly the same without dodging or evading.Wrapped around the sticks in their hands like spirit snakes.

"Pattern"

The swinging sticks fell to the ground one after another, and this group of thugs, whose eyes were above their heads, clutched their wrists with shocking eyes.

In just a few rounds, everyone on one side lost their weapons.

They distanced themselves from Zhao Wuji one after another, shrinking back and not daring to go forward.

Seeing their appearance, Zhao Wuji didn't go forward any more, without any warning, he kicked the extremely heavy platform out, and ruthlessly bumped into the group of thugs who gathered together.

This kick was so sudden that no one reacted.

Liu Mingke's face was livid, he never expected that he would invite such a fierce man.

The group of strong men stared wide-eyed, forgot to move, just watched the machine fly towards them.

There was a loud bang of "boom".

The crowd they had gathered together was suddenly knocked apart and overturned.

More than a dozen sturdy men fell to the ground, lying all over the ground in disorder, with only intermittent groans left in their mouths. Around them, fragments of platforms were scattered everywhere.

No one knew that Zao Wou-ki did not actually kill him.Only he himself knows the strength of his kick. If he hits this group of people with a real kick, none of them will be able to breathe now.

And the platform was kicked by him, and it began to fall apart in an instant, and when it hit the group of people, it completely fell apart, and what they endured was only the residual force of Zhao Wuji's kick, and it was still scattered.

Although their current appearance is very miserable, in fact, their injuries are not serious.

Zhao Wou-ki walked towards them step by step, and the steel pillar in his hand fell to their joints like lightning.

They just felt as if they were being shocked by electric shocks all over their bodies. After a while, they found that they could still walk around without their eyeballs, and they were already like disabled people.

"You...you ruined us!" A shrill cry hit people's hearts, their faces turned pale, this was even more unacceptable than killing them.

"Your Excellency is too vicious to do this!" A hoarse and cold voice came out of nowhere.

Zhao Wou-ki looked with a light smile, the horse magic knife came step by step, and he had already held several flying knives in his hand.

People often say that there are many masters overseas, and the ancestors of the Mashendao family belonged to a family of bodyguards. At that time, the Central Plains was in war, so they left the Central Plains at home and went overseas to develop. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed. Their Ma family has deeply rooted overseas, but still retains the most traditional customs of the Central Plains, and of course, the unique skill of flying knives.

In the generation of Ma Shendao, the Ma family has been passed down by a single generation. Therefore, Ma Shendao has high hopes. Since childhood, it has been instilled with various unique skills by the elders in the family. It's very open.

"Mr. Ma is not talented, people in the Jianghu praise the magic knife, and I challenge you today." Ma Shendao spoke awkward Jianghu dialect, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Divine knife?" Zhao Wuji laughed, does anyone really dare to call it a divine knife?

"Do you dare to accept the sword?" Ma Shendao asked with some pride.

"Why don't you dare?" Zao Wou-ki glanced at the steel rod in his hand and replied with a smile.

Ma Shendao squinted his eyes, and slid a flying knife into his right hand. Under the light, it shone golden.

This is a flying knife made by him with a lot of money. The surface is plated with gold and looks very good. Against the backdrop of gold, the curved blade looks like a flowing spring.

Raise your arms and exert force.

Ma Shendao made this action that he had practiced countless times.

The flying knife pierced the air, as if it wanted to break all shackles.

Everyone heard a knife sound like a long howl. This flying knife seemed to be given life, and it unswervingly fulfilled its only mission.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "There are some ways." As soon as he thought about it, the metal pillar in his hand had already been raised, and met the flying knife that pierced through the air.

Amidst the sharp friction sound, sparks flew in all directions.

The flying knife was blocked by Zao Wou-ki, abruptly changing its trajectory.

With a whoosh, it streaked across the sky, piercing several chandeliers, and then pierced into a wooden wall with a bang, trembling endlessly.

On the metal pillar, a deep scratch was cut off by a flying knife.

After missing a hit, Ma Shendao's expression changed slightly, and he quickly threw out the remaining throwing knives.

Zhao Wuji didn't change his face, he blocked them one by one, leaving only sparks flying in front of everyone's eyes, and then the flying knives became like headless flies, erratically sinking one by one into the wall, the ceiling, the sofa middle.

All the flying knives have been sent out, but none of them hit.

Ma Shendao's complexion changed drastically, the flying knife stunt he was proud of didn't work today, did he lose his standard?Or is the opponent too strong?

Zhao Wou-ki looked at the metal pillar in his hand, shook his head slightly, and then threw it away, the pillar was already riddled with holes, it was not easy to use.

Ma Shendao suddenly raised his drooping head, and touched his other pocket with his right hand like lightning.

A brand new Desert Flying Eagle fell into his hand.

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes.

There is a threat!

The Desert Eagle is different from ordinary pistols, it is extremely powerful and lethal.With Zao Wou-ki's current muscle strength, even if he was shot in the vitals, although he would not be fatal, the consequences would be no small matter.

Zao Wou-ki can dodge it, because his nerve reflex ability is far superior to that of ordinary people, which allows him to see clearly the trajectory of the bullet.

However, he did not hide.

In an instant, he had an idea.

Ma Shendao sneered, who can stop the power of the flying eagle?

Liu Mingke's expression at this time also gradually calmed down.

Everything seems to be in place.

But is this really the case?

The moment Ma Shendao raised the gun and was about to pull the trigger.

Zhao Wuji's hands turned into afterimages, one move, two moves...

It is the shocking secret technique in the mysterious booklet!

The trigger was pulled continuously.

In Zhao Wou-ki's eyes, everything becomes extremely slow.

The bullets breaking through the air are like oscillating water, and the air seems to have lines.

Zhao Wou-ki remained motionless, his hands barely finished the ninth pose.

boom!It's the limit!

Incomparably powerful, even Zao Wou-ki couldn't help shouting.

At this moment, the two hands seem to have become the most powerful weapons and sharp tools in the world, which can easily destroy everything in the world.

This state can last for several seconds.

Take the bullet, that's enough...

With a speed beyond the limit of the human body, the afterimage of Zao Wou-ki's arm makes him seem like an eight-armed Nezha.

The bullets that turned into streamers were all taken into the dark golden hands of Zao Wou-ki.

No feeling, no feeling at all, even if the extremely powerful Sand Eagle bullet hit his palm, Zao Wou-ki didn't even feel the slightest.

So powerful!

Movement to the extreme is stillness.

Everything happens in a few moments.

In a blink of an eye, everything returned to calm, no, it was dead silence.

Ma Shendao went from ecstasy to bewildered.

He stared blankly at Zao Wou-ki who was standing upright, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Step by step, Zhao Wou-ki walked in front of the Mashendao, raised his arms, and opened his tightly held palms slightly.

In the smell of gunpowder,

Two bright silver streaks slanted down.