Ma'am, I like you!

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"Then why, didn't you tell me earlier that you were here?"

"Don't you read the weather forecast?" Su Ming wondered, "It rained a few days ago, do you want to catch a cold?"

Su Ming pouted: "You don't want me."

After Su Ming finished speaking, he saw King Wutian pull out his long knife and slam it towards her.

With a "huh", the fog in front of him disappeared immediately, and a fog-free area appeared directly on the lake.

Eyelids twitched, Su Ming regretted sitting on the pavilion.

It should be delayed for another day or two.

The cleared mist quickly gathered again, but at a much slower speed. King Wutian would be able to see Su Ming clearly, and that was enough.

"Did you change your clothes?" General Takeda was slightly surprised after seeing clearly.

When we met before, Su Ming was wearing ordinary sportswear, at most skirts, standard modern style, but now, Su Ming was wearing a blue and white ancient costume.

King Wutian didn't know which dynasty's costume it belonged to, but this was the first time he saw Su Ming like this.

And after seeing a black box in his hand, General Takeda frowned slightly, and the scar on his face twisted.

"After all, this is my first battle, and it's against an innately strong player. If you lose, you have to look good, don't you?" Su Ming said, looking down at King Wutian.

"You've become stronger again." King Wutian looked at Su Ming, and answered something out of place.

In King General Takeda's mind, Su Ming has been getting stronger all the time, from the bright fire when he first saw it, to now it is about to ignite into a ball of flames.

If the realm of "innate" is an inextinguishable torch, then Su Ming is only a good log away from getting the torch.

As long as her physical fitness improves further, she can become an innate strongman like King Takeda.

A genius in his 20s is almost unheard of.

King Takeda will be called the sword god of Dongying. This is not only an affirmation of his strength, but also because it only took him more than 40 years to reach innateness. This is not only unique in Dongying, but even in the world, he can also be ranked in the top three However, his young age means that he still has a long way to go in martial arts.

But right in front of his eyes, this person who seemed to have fallen from the sky and had never heard of it was about to break his myth.

Prince Takeda was neither jealous nor fearful, instead he seemed to be inspired, and a wave of enthusiasm appeared in his heart.

If Su Ming can achieve innateness in such a short period of time, it means that she is far more than what she seems on the surface. The thing that "catalyzes" her behind her, whether it is a person or something else, King Wutian only needs to cut it off. If it does, then his martial arts heart will go one step further.

"Draw your sword."

In his creed, as long as the sword cuts down, everything can be cut off.

But just after he finished speaking, Su Ming took out a simple black "long stick" from the black box.

It looked like a scabbard and hilt that had been splashed with asphalt. It looked even worse than the ancient Huaxia decorative sword in his own collection, and it could even be said to be a bit ugly.

But at the moment when he saw the "long stick", King Wutian shrank his pupils.

"Don't stop the sword!"

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Chapter 130 Five I entered a game!

When he saw this sword, General Takeda felt a faint burning sensation from his face.

The scar on his face was thanks to it. During that confrontation with Jiang Jinjiu, he didn't even see what the opponent made, and he lost.

He bent his legs and knelt down, and the blood also slid down his cheeks.

But this time, he saw the sword again that he could remember forever, but the sword holder was not the legendary figure.

Seeing King Takeda's reaction, Su Ming silently praised him.

Although Xu Luoshen didn't say it clearly, she also guessed that this sword must be related to King Wutian, and the reaction of King Wutian just verified this point.

When it comes to fighting with soldiers, attacking the heart is the top priority.Most of a person's collapse starts from a mental breakdown. Su Ming doesn't think that a man of King Takeda's age can forget as soon as he says he can, like an innocent boy.

He must remember this sword very clearly, so King Wutian will definitely be affected when he fights against Su Ming.

As long as he loses his focus a little bit, Su Ming will definitely seize the opportunity and find a turning point in this unequal duel.

However, General Takeda's performance was a bit beyond her expectation.

"Since you are his apprentice, then, it just so happens that I can end everything." King Wutian narrowed his eyes, and slowly raised his sword horizontally.

Su Ming blinked.

Seems... to have the opposite effect?

Being regarded as a disciple who was going to drink, the object of hatred and pursuit was directly transferred to herself.

A lot of water droplets condensed on the long knife in King Wutian's hand. When he slowly raised it horizontally, the knife was shimmering, making Su Ming a little dazzled.

But at this moment, the shimmering light disappeared instantly, and King Wutian stood on tiptoe, and his figure also disappeared in place.

Su Ming's complexion changed slightly, he stood up, and immediately slid towards the pavilion. With a roar, broken tiles splashed everywhere, and a crack appeared where Su Ming was originally staying, but the figure of King Wutian was still not seen.

This is, ninjutsu? !

Su Ming was slightly taken aback.

King Takeda actually knows ninjutsu, or in other words, he has integrated part of ninjutsu into his own way of swordsmanship.

This is definitely an act that a crazy person would do. According to the standard practice rules of the previous life, this is tantamount to integrating other mental methods into one's already mature mental method.

This is a very high probability of failure. Once it fails, the best result will be the end of the aura runaway and the cultivation base will be destroyed. The worst result is of course death.

But once it succeeds, regardless of how much improvement that person can make, he will definitely be regarded as a genius.

Su Ming has seen many such geniuses in her previous life. Although some were short-lived and some were long-lived, all of them have shown dazzling brilliance along the way of cultivation.

And such a "genius" was actually met by Su Ming in this era, and even became her opponent.

"bass!"

Pulling out the sharp sword, Su Ming knew that she had to concentrate on this battle, as King Wutian had never shown his true strength in front of him.

With her back feet resting on the tiles of the pavilion, Su Ming's body turned slightly, and she glanced around from the corner of her eye.

One second, two seconds, suddenly, Su Ming stepped on two layers of glazed tiles, his body was like an arrow from the string, and he stabbed towards the north side of the pavilion with his sword.

It was as if a layer of steel plate had been cut, and the blade of the sword could not advance even an inch on the transparent air.

And with the shock of the surrounding fog, a black shadow appeared in the air at the end of the sword, Su Ming's eyes froze, and two shadows shot out from his sleeve.

When King Wutian saw Su Ming lift his cuffs, he snorted coldly, waved his clothes backhand, and stopped the endless suffering made of paper that could be inserted into a wooden board.

But at this moment, a shoe sole suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Oh!"

King Wutian was thrown into the water by a huge force, like a boulder was thrown, splashing water more than two meters high.

Su Ming's body took two steps back, and she looked at the ripped right cuff of her clothes.

At that moment just now, King Takeda was even able to fight back.

Within two seconds, a figure jumped out of the water and landed on the wooden deck.

Su Ming walked slowly to the middle of the pavilion, staring closely at King General Wutian.

In the fight just now, none of them took advantage.

At this time, King Takeda was soaked all over his body, and there were a lot of water plants in his hair. For an innately strong man, being shot down into the water by a "grass mustard" was undoubtedly a humiliation.

But General Takeda didn't seem to care at all, and he didn't rush forward immediately, but stood on the wooden board and looked up at the surrounding mist.

"Did you notice me from the changes in the fog..." King Takeda murmured to himself, "Sharp observation, calm execution, quick-witted props, and a strong body..."

"It seems that I have entered a game."

Not long ago, he set up a game with Su Ming, but this time he became the player in the game.

But this is obviously not a desperate situation.

King Takeda swung the long sword violently, and all the water droplets on the sword flew into the water together.

Then his legs were slightly spread apart, and he held the long knife in both hands and began to dance towards the top of his head.

At the beginning, only the water droplets on the deck trembled a little, but after less than five seconds, the water droplets on the deck flew up.

In the tenth second, a gust of wind blew up around King Wutian's body. A hurricane wrapped in surging aura wrinkled the surface of the water and danced Su Ming's long hair and clothes.

And with King Takeda's loud shout, the long knife in his hand was thrust into the wooden board.

A wave of air spread from the body of General Takeda, and the mist on the lake dissipated in an instant.

Su Ming stood on the spot and stretched out her hand, and droplets of rainwater condensed from the mist fell on her sword.

……

In the house, Farrow stared at the monitor without blinking, and a figure appeared in the monitor.

"That's... that King Wutian?" Du Li asked behind him.

"Yes." Farrow nodded: "Miss Su Ming said that King Wutian is even more powerful than her."

This news has excited Farrow for a long time. Although he doesn't know much about Japanese martial arts, if there is an opponent with similar strength or even much higher than his own, then there will definitely be a wonderful fight.

Farrow was so looking forward to it that he didn't sleep all night.

But now, the picture he was looking forward to was about to appear.

"However, there was a layer of fog on the other side of the lake, and the camera couldn't get a good picture."

Du Li's words also made Farrow's eyebrows twist together. This is a big problem. Su Ming didn't tell him this, and he didn't expect that the lake would be foggy in the morning.

"But when the sun comes out, the fog will dissipate." Du Li said as if comforting.

Farrow also knew it was only consolation, if they fought before the sun came out...

As soon as he thought of this, Farrow saw a black figure move on the monitor, and then disappeared into the fog.

"Quick! Zoom in on each camera!"

He immediately spoke into the intercom.

"Director, this fog...is too big."

However, the photographer tried to zoom in, but still couldn't see anything, and would lose focus instead.

"Drone, where's the drone?" Farrow asked Du Li hastily.

"There is fog, so is the drone..."

Farrow stood up, leaning out of the window, wishing he could fly into the fog not far away. He put his palms between his eyebrows, trying hard to see something.

But at this moment, Du Li suddenly said, "Come and see!"

Farrow immediately returned to the front of the monitor in two steps, and then he saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

The original plain fog was surging, and then a figure slowly emerged, and then another figure, the one a little further away seemed to be standing on a pavilion, the one closer seemed to be dancing with something.

And just for a split second, Farrow hadn't seen what happened.

The fog is gone!

Like a light rain, countless small ripples appeared on the lake.

But two of the three screens on the monitor were out of focus, obviously the photographer was in a trance.

Farrow didn't take out the walkie-talkie to scold or remind, because he was also dumbfounded now.

"ooh—shiiiiit!"

Finally, the respectable old English gentleman uttered a foul word.

Chapter 130: Su Ming's Toy!

"Focus! What are you idiots still doing?!"