stunning female tenant

Chapter 295

On the surface, Xu Xiangbei stood there, motionless, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

But in the meridian, the internal force flows extremely fast, and listens carefully to each other's every move, breathing, and heartbeat.The gust of wind blowing in from outside the window caused the surge of air flow, and the sound of papers rattling on the table, all formed a three-dimensional self-image in his mind.

Every slight change, like dropping a stone in a quiet lake, formed huge ripples in his mind.

The night thief also arched his waist, with his hands on his waist, like a green pine that has gone through thousands of years of wind and frost, or a moss-covered sculpture.

The two stood motionless like this, and the air in the study became scorched, full of murderous intent, and turbulent undercurrents.

Outside the window, a flash of lightning suddenly pierced the night.

Under the light of the lightning, Xu Xiangbei realized that the hands of the black-clothed thief were tightly grasping the handle of the knife at his waist.

His heart suddenly became vigilant. The handle of the knife held by the thief in black had a full arc, which should be an oriental samurai sword.

Xu Xiangbei felt so familiar with this scene.

Lightning not only illuminated his vision, but also awakened his memory.

This scene has come to mind more than once.

Ever since he watched the video of Kazejiro Ono's martial arts competition, he has been imagining the scene of Kazejiro Ono playing chess against himself in his mind.

At night in the grove, during the fantasy training, he used Kazejiro Ono as his opponent, and the four iron guts attacked together, trying to meet the extremely fierce slash.

Fantasy is fantasy, and it is still a new feeling to really face such an unfathomable enemy.

Boom, a thunder rang in their ears, shaking people's hearts.

A samurai sword that was sharper than lightning and shone with cold light, with a monstrous murderous aura, struck over.

In the darkness, Dang, Dang, Dang, the sounds of gold and iron are endless, like someone playing an elegant guqin, the sound is sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, sometimes long, sometimes crisp, shocking.

In the dark study room, the samurai sword and the iron ball collided continuously, and the sparks splashed like streamers and fireflies flying all over the sky.

The opponent's sword was too fast, and the iron gall in Xu Xiangbei's hand danced impenetrably, one shock, two touches, three knocks, four strikes, all-out attack, any negligence would be fatal.

Xu Xiangbei didn't look at the opponent's knife with his eyes, but listened with his ears and sensed it with his heart.

Every wisp of saber wind, every killing move, was resolutely blocked back with iron courage.

The black-clothed thief was the strongest enemy Xu Xiangbei met, and the fastest-moving person, like a god of death, the sword light from all directions enveloped Xu Xiangbei tightly.

At the beginning, he struggled to hold on, feeling the opponent's samurai sword slashing like a storm.

He was already prepared.

In the grove tonight, in the midst of the storm, he was not drenched by the rain, because the four iron gallbladders danced airtightly, blocking the wind and rain in the sky.

The samurai sword of the thief in black is very similar to the wind and rain in the grove.

He fully utilized the four-flying iron guts skills he trained tonight, learning and selling now.

He felt the blood boiling all over his body, and his internal energy was running extremely. The more he fought, the smoother he was, and the more pleasant he was, the more he fought, the more surprised he was. It was the first time he performed many of the moves and shooting angles of Four Flying Tiedan. It was a new experience, and many questions suddenly became clear.

Gradually he felt a lot less stress.

Let's reduce the pressure. It's not because the other party is kind and weakens the attack. On the contrary, the samurai sword dance of the thief in black is more fierce and violent.

That was the result of Xu Xiangbei Sifei Tiedan's tricks becoming more proficient and handy.

Xu Xiangbei suddenly heard that the other party's breathing became rapid, humming from time to time, like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time.

Already one hundred and nine times, the opponent's samurai sword has repeated seven postures, returning to the initial diagonal chopping posture, the angle and strength have not changed at all.

Xu Xiangbei pulled a wicked smile with confidence in his mouth.

He already had more than a dozen ways to knock him down, but he was reluctant to knock him down.

Finally, he had a strong opponent, and he practiced moves with him. If he knocked down the black-clothed thief, he would have to train by himself in the same fantasy way as a madman dancing ballet.

There are also interesting interactive training methods.

He played with great enthusiasm, but the black-clothed thief became more and more frightened as he fought.

He took great pains to find out everything about Ouyang Yude's house, and figured out when Ouyang Yude would go to bed and when the study was empty at night.

Taking advantage of the wind and rain tonight, he sneaked into the study through the window, trying to find what he wanted, who knew that a young man would come out.

He was wearing military-grade night-vision goggles, and he could see clearly. This young man was at most in his early twenties, and his eyes were half-closed, as if he was sleepwalking.

He thought that a few darts would kill the other party, but the sleepwalking young man easily dodged his own darts.

Based on his experience, he is confident that as long as the young man rushes over, he can easily cut the young man's throat with his own knife.

But something strange happened.

When he was about to unleash a sharp blow, the young man also stood there quietly, his eyes half-closed, as if he was asleep, and his expression was half a smile, just like Mr. Bean who fell asleep standing up.

This made him feel very angry, and suppressed the anger in his heart. Time passed by, and he couldn't afford it.

He felt that the young man had really fallen asleep, and when a thunderstorm shook the world, he slashed out with all his strength.

Seeing that the opponent's palm has been hacked, unless the boy's arm is made of iron, this hand will definitely be cut off by himself.

Just as he sighed softly and was about to end this annoying confrontation at last, he felt the samurai sword cut on a hard object, making a local sound, and a huge counter-shock force made his wrist go numb.

If it wasn't for his superb swordsmanship and timely removal of this powerful counter-shock force, his samurai sword would almost fall out of his hand.

Then, he felt the whistling sound of wind coming from all directions, and he didn't know how many iron balls flew towards him continuously.

He gritted his teeth and used the saber technique to the extreme. This was the first time in his life that he fully displayed the family's saber technique. Among the family warriors of this generation, he considered himself the second in the saber technique, and no one dared to admit that he was the first.

However, all the 72 sword techniques of the family's one sword style were exhausted, and the young man still didn't hurt a single hair.

Just when he was secretly anxious, the young man was still muttering words like playing a game, one, two, three, four.

He had a delicate mind, and immediately felt that the other party was playing him like a monkey.

He was anxious and angry, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, lost control of his emotions, and cursed: "Your mother, who are you?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled evilly: "If you dare to curse or slap someone, jump on the 4th."

(End of this chapter)