The best perspective expert

Chapter 154 How Do You Want To Die?
When Han Zhenyang saw the middle-aged man standing quietly with his arms folded in the middle of the road, he stepped on the gas pedal without changing his face, accelerated and rushed over, and at the same time stared at the man without blinking his eyes.

In just twenty meters, he rushed over in the blink of an eye.

The speeding Cayenne is like a cannonball fired at the middle-aged man. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been frightened to the shit, or simply frightened.

But the middle-aged man remained motionless, like a sculpture, just quietly watching the oncoming Cayenne.

alright, you win!

At the moment when he was about to hit the opponent, Han Zhenyang slammed on the brakes, and with a hiss of "squeak--", the Cayenne's excellent braking performance was reflected, and it stopped at the moment when Kankan hit the opponent. The distance between the knees is only about ten centimeters.

During the whole process, Han Zhenyang kept staring at the other party without blinking his eyelids, until the car stopped, he pushed the door to get out of the car with a gloomy face, and asked in a deep voice, "Looking for trouble?"

The middle-aged man is only 1.7 meters five, with a thin body, sallow skin, and prominent cheekbones. He looks ugly, but he has an extraordinary bearing. He stands there with his arms folded like a wooden stake nailed to the ground. As if rooted, the eyes are even sharper like knives, as if they can kill people.

The most eye-catching thing is not these, but the Tang Zhidao in the opponent's arms. It is more than one meter long, with double handles, and the scabbard has been worn out, revealing strange and beautiful patterns. made of leather.

Obviously, this middle-aged man is a swordsman.

The so-called "swordsman" originally referred to those who used knives; later, it specifically referred to the gang members and knights who swore to kill with swords in the Kanto region; and later, "swordsman" became synonymous with killers.

This middle-aged man reminded Han Zhenyang of the young swordsman who kidnapped Qiao Shengnan the night before the exhibition two months ago.

Between the two, not only did they use almost identical knives, but they also had somewhat similar demeanors. Although one was a bit talkative and the other looked like a piece of wood, the aura of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath was exactly the same.

And it suddenly occurred to him that that night, the young swordsman had said that he had a master, so it must be the one in front of him.

Oh, and I also took a strange white jade carved gossip pendant from the other party.

Is this middle-aged swordsman coming for the pendant?Or simply want revenge?Or, both?
At a glance, Han Zhenyang had already guessed the identity and purpose of the other party, but he still pretended not to know.

The middle-aged man pointed to the grove beside the road expressionlessly, then turned and left.

Han Zhenyang sneered secretly: Pretend to be aggressive, if you can still pretend later, you are awesome!
Thinking this way, he followed the other party to the grove, twisted his neck, and asked in a cold voice: "Stop pretending, I have something to talk about, I can go if I have nothing to do, I don't have time to cooperate with you to pretend."

"Juniors are rude—" the middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if there was a handful of sand in his throat, it was as unpleasant as it could be.The voice was ugly, but the skill was very handsome. Before the words finished, the long knife came out of its sheath. There was a "chuckle", the buzzing sound had not disappeared, and the blade had already reached the top of Han Zhenyang's head.

From drawing the knife to chopping down, it almost happened in the blink of an eye.

If you were an ordinary person, you probably wouldn't know how you died when you died, because the middle-aged swordsman's movements were too fast and the sword technique was too sharp.

The most important thing is that for this knife, the middle-aged swordsman has been preparing for a long time, and from not saying a word to opening his mouth suddenly, and striking at the same time, even his expression and tone are planned in advance, so many links are interlocking , just for this knife.

Not many masters died under the hands of middle-aged swordsmen, but most of them died under this knife.

The knife is fast, and its movements are very subtle. It really catches people by surprise and catches them unprepared.This kind of knife technique, such scheming, is indeed impeccable.

But all assumptions are set for ordinary people or ordinary masters. Han Zhenyang has never been a regular master. He reacted the moment the middle-aged swordsman drew his sword. Although he was also taken aback, But his reaction was much faster than the opponent's, and even watching the opponent's movements was similar to watching slow motion.

The moment the straight knife was slashed down, both hands were lifted up and slapped together, and there was a crisp sound of "snap", as if it was just a slap, but the moment the two palms closed, they clamped the middle-aged man impartially. Swordsman's long knife.

Not only that, but he also shook his head with a look of contempt, "That's all?"

It's not that the middle-aged swordsman never thought that Han Zhenyang could dodge the knife, but he didn't expect that Han Zhenyang could clamp the blade of his knife with his palms after killing him. It is very large, and the most important thing is that the blade is extremely sharp, if you are not careful, you will have your fingers or even your palm cut off.Although people often say that empty-handed swords are used, in expert duels, empty-handed swords have always been a joke, especially when facing a sharp edge such as a sword, using bare hands to catch it is no different from courting death.

But the cognition that was regarded as common sense among middle-aged swordsmen and even in the fighting world was easily subverted in this way.

"This is impossible!" The middle-aged swordsman was horrified when he saw the long knife tightly held by Han Zhenyang. I can't go anymore.

But what made him even more terrified was that he pulled it out violently, but the long knife did not move at all, as if it was not caught by a fleshy palm, but by a huge steel giant claw.

Unbelievably, he pulled out vigorously again, but no matter how hard he shook, inserted, pulled, and twisted, the long knife remained motionless as if it had taken root.

Looking at Han Zhenyang with a relaxed face and a hint of joking in his expression, the middle-aged swordsman stood on his head like a thunderbolt, and ran away without hesitation, not even the long knife that had been around for several years.

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang sneered: Want to leave?Did I agree?

As soon as he started laughing, he kicked his legs, jumped out with a bang, caught up with the middle-aged swordsman who had started ahead of schedule, waved his hand and slapped him, and with a bang, the middle-aged man was like a truck that was speeding at high speed. The wild boar that hit fell straight sideways, hit a tree firmly, and hit the waist impartially.

There was a soft "click", the tree was fine, and the waist of the middle-aged swordsman was broken.

Han Zhenyang flicked the long knife Shi Shiran, and nodded in satisfaction when he heard the whistling sound from the blade: It is a good knife!

Looking at the scabbard again, it really is an old item. In the antique market, the scabbard can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars.

But is this a trophy?

Han Zhenyang sheathed his long sword, held it in his hand, walked up to the middle-aged swordsman, knelt down and asked softly, "How do you want to die?"

(End of this chapter)