After a moment of excitement, Wu Fan's ink eyebrows were knocked away by Ryumoto Taro. Ryumoto Taro smiled ferociously and put his knife in his throat.

But in the next moment, his knife suddenly fell into the air, his eyes turned into cows, and he was stunned. Wu Fan's two fingers pressed against his throat.

This is the next move hidden behind the flying immortal in the sky, and it is also the essence of this move.

It is indeed the winner and the defeat have been decided, but it is not Ryumoto Taro.

It is the highest level of swordsmanship, and anything can be used as a sword.

The sword is invisible, and everything can be a sword.

After knocking away the peerless magic weapon in his hand, he should have won the victory, but who knew there was this "finger sword".

Ryumoto Taro seemed a little depressed and said in a low voice:

"Young dragon clan, I have to admit that you are better at your skills, but you are dead. My throat has also been transformed. Not to mention your fingers, an ordinary sharp blade cannot do anything to me. I will bury you with great strength, die!"

Ryumoto Taro didn't have any joy. He just used his modified body to hold the other party's fingers, instead of defeating the other party through his own sword technique. This is contrary to the spirit of Bushido, but he is a person who can violate any natural conscience in order to win.

"Is that true? My fingers can't do anything to you, and a sharp blade can't do anything to you. What about this?" Wu Fan said.

Ryumoto Taro Fang wanted to put away the knife, but Wu Fan suddenly had a small stick in his hand.

"I'm so naive. Even the sharp blade can't do anything to me. What can a little iron stick do to me? Let's go with peace of mind, the dragon clan boy." Ryumoto Taro swung his sword vigorously.

Suddenly, electric sparks flashed in Ryumoto Taro's throat, and the skin on his neck instantly turned black.

The samurai sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his whole body began to twitch.

"You...you..." Ryumoto Taro's eyes doubled, almost turning their eyes out.

It turned out that the small iron rod in Wu Fan's hand was the electric baton made by him last time. In the underground Colosseum of the northern suburbs of Tsinghua and Peking University, he used this electric baton to defeat the Western 6 underground boxing champion Boyka, but he did not expect it to come in handy this time.

Ryumoto Taro staggered back a few steps, sat at the edge of the rooftop, and tried his best to adjust his condition.

It is impossible to turn the tables again at this time, and the defeat is decided.

The defeat is decided? No! Taro Taro Taro looked at the bell tower in the distance.

"Hahahaha..." Ryumoto Taro laughed hideously again.

"I didn't expect that, Dragon Clan boy, you won the fight but lost the entire battle, hahahahaha..."

Wu Fan followed his eyes and looked at the bell tower in the distance. Wu Fan was stunned. The electric baton in his hand fell to the ground, and the expression on his face was extremely lonely.

The huge clock on the bell tower shows that it is 9:38 am, which means that the voting has begun for eight minutes. In order to speed up the voting progress, this vote has removed all unnecessary procedures. It is very likely that the agreement has been signed, and the dragon's rare earth deposits are transferred to Japan's Dragon Group for a bargain.

Has the tragedy ten years ago been staged again? The trouble ended up failing.

Xiaolongnu's eyes became even more depressed. She had just taken a pill and her health was much better.

Xiaolongnu suddenly stood up, picked up the ink eyebrows from the ground, and rushed towards Ryumoto Taro.

Ryumoto Taro also stood up and stood on the edge of the rooftop. His expression was extremely arrogant and proud. He took a very chic position and jumped down from the 18th floor.

When he looked closely, he had a very thin thread tied to his legs, which was a thin rope made of nanomaterials. It seemed that he had left a way out for himself.

"The dragon clan boy will be there later!"

Japanese Taro shouted in the sky.

"It's not that easy, I'll kill you now." Wu Fan chased to the edge of the rooftop.

The formula for silent recitation:

"Flick the index finger and close the wrist slightly,

Endless power to create fortune.”

A dark golden thread shone in the sky, and a copper needle flew out.

With a "puff", the copper needle was nailed to Ryumoto Taro's back hip.

"Ah!" A scream from the air, Ryumoto Taro loosened the thin rope, which was at the height of about the eighth floor.

Japanese Taro's body was in a state of free fall motion and crashed downwards.

With a loud "bang", Ryumoto Taro's body hit a large truck. The container of the truck was smashed into a deep depression. Ryumoto Taro drove into the distance with the truck.

"After all, he escaped, Wu
Chapter completed!