Huadu small security guard

Chapter 951

Zhang Yiming stood where he was, staring coldly at the man in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes, and frowned slightly.

This man stood in front of him as steadily as Mount Tai, holding an unsheathed samurai sword in his hand, his hand was unusually stable, it could be seen that his nerves were as strong as steel. strong man.

And what puzzled Zhang Yiming was that now that the night had fallen, he was actually wearing white clothes, which stood out in the desert at night. Obviously, this was not the style of a ninja.

Zhang Yiming signaled Chen Taidi to protect Liu Xiaoxi, and then asked, "You should be from Luo Fei's company, and I don't know your name yet."

The man in white said in blunt Mandarin, "My name is Bailong, and I am a person who reads the spiritual flow in the island country."

His answer was short and powerful. From his words, Zhang Yiming guessed that his sword skills were also clean and neat.

Few people know about the school of Nianshin style, and usually only a few elite super fighters know about it, because the Nianshin style is different from the big schools like Iga style, and there are very few members, so the popularity is not high up.

But this does not mean that people who read the spirit flow are weak, but on the contrary, every person who reads the god flow is a top expert. It is precisely for this reason that everyone in the Nimshin-ryu is terrifyingly strong. Even in the legend of the island country, a master of the Nimshin-ryu can rival dozens of Iga-ryu ninjas.

This is a terrible statistic. After all, the ninjas of the Iga-ryu are not rubbish, and it also proves how strong the Nianshin-ryu is, but it seems that the Nianshin-ryu rarely appears, and they don't bother to communicate with other genres, so It seemed very mysterious. I didn't expect that the master of Nian Shenliu would join Luo Fei's company.

All the information flashed in Zhang Yiming's mind. When he was in the dragon team, he had seen information about Nian Shenliu, but he had never fought against him. This Bailong was a brand new opponent for him.

Zhang Yiming smiled faintly, and said: "I don't know whether my luck is too good or too bad. I actually met a master of Nian Shenliu. I think you must be very good. I can try it just now. It is said that I have surpassed you." What does an Iga-ryu master look like?"

Bailong didn't even lift his eyelids, a pair of seemingly lifeless eyes flashed a chilling killing intent, his hand clenched the samurai sword in his hand, but the sword was not out of its sheath.

Zhang Yiming glanced and found a problem, that is, there are dozens of notches on Bailong's samurai sword, and the length and depth of these notches are exactly the same. This technique is already very amazing, but The scratches were new and old, and seemed to span at least 20 years, and he didn't know what they meant.

As if sensing Zhang Yiming's curiosity, Bailong explained coldly: "A notch, a master's life, you are next."

Only then did Zhang Yiming understand that these marks were the opponents that Bailong had killed. Only after killing the opponents could the marks be carved on the scabbard. This should be a symbol of honor for him.

He smiled faintly and said: "I think your opponents should be first-class masters. They were famous when they were alive, but they got a notch after they died. I have to say that this is really a sad thing, but you Well, if you were killed by me in this desert without even a single notch, would you be more sad than them?"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Bailong's mouth, and he said bluntly: "I will not be killed, all my enemies have turned into nicks, and you are no exception."

Zhang Yiming smiled, and said lightly: "I really don't know where your confidence comes from, otherwise everything you say will be pale."

Bai Long smiled coldly and said, "Okay, let's do it."

Zhang Yiming said indifferently: "I have always liked to fight with bare hands, so you can use this pair of fists to deal with you as you like."

While talking, he had already walked towards Bailong slowly. Zhang Yiming's footsteps were very steady, without any panic, showing the qualities that a super fighter should have.

Seeing Zhang Yiming approaching, Bailong also walked up to meet Zhang Yiming, and he also clenched the samurai sword in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

The two began to approach slowly, which made Liu Xiaoxi who was watching the battle couldn't help but clenched her fists. She could feel the chilling atmosphere before the battle, and felt deeply worried for Zhang Yiming.

In fact, not only her, but even Chen Taidi felt Bailong's super strength, couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Yiming, and said to himself: "It seems that Luo Fei Company has really dispatched a master this time, it is obvious Bailong's quality is more than one grade higher than those he met before."

Liu Xiaoxi couldn't help asking: "Is this Bailong really that powerful? I always feel that my heart is hanging in the air. Is there anything wrong with Yiming?"

Chen Taidi said with a serious expression: "Sister-in-law, I really want to say that Brother Yiming will definitely win, but according to my judgment, this Bailong is not much worse than Brother Yiming, at least his strength is comparable to that of Brother Yiming. At the same level, who can have the last laugh, the key still depends on the performance on the spot, and anyone can win this battle."

Liu Xiaoxi also frowned, but she knew that her strength was very limited and she couldn't help at all, so she could only cheer Zhang Yiming silently behind her back.

The two of them had already approached a certain distance, and Bailong suddenly sped up his speed, and when he was still some distance away from Zhang Yiming, he jumped up. The movements of his hands were so fast that it was hard to see how he drew his sword Yes, I only saw a flash of light, and I had already grasped the samurai sword with both hands, and swung it six times in a row, each with a strong wind.

Zhang Yiming's pupils shrank suddenly. Although this kind of sword technique of striking high and striking low was common, it was not like Bailong. He didn't seem to use the blade of a samurai sword to hurt opponents, and it was a long-range attack mixed with fighting spirit.

The moment he saw Bailong wielding the samurai sword, he sensed something was wrong, and quickly dodged, but his speed was not as fast as the blade's edge. It seemed that no matter which direction he dodged, he was already covered by the blade of the samurai sword. As a result, a stabbing sound was heard, and Zhang Yiming's clothes were cut several times by the strong wind.

Anyone in this situation will panic, even Zhang Yiming, who has experienced many battles, is no exception. He frowned, but found that his body was not injured at all. Stabbing at a fast speed, this is his real secret. This move is so fast that Zhang Yiming even felt the cold light of the blade.

If he was stabbed by Bailong's knife, then Zhang Yiming would say goodbye to this world. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and rolled immediately, so he avoided this move, but he also looked extremely embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)