The GT-R sank suddenly, and Ryoichi in the driver's seat was shocked and looked back. The Ferrari was still in the back, but there was no one on the co-pilot. Looking at the dented roof, he immediately knew what had happened.
"Help!" Ryoichi yelled.
Mandy immediately lowered the window and leaned half of her body out. As soon as her head hit the roof of the car, a big shaking sole kicked her. She was so frightened that she leaned back with all her strength and almost lay on the window to escape this attack.
With a sudden blow, Ryoichi turned around and grabbed her ankle to pull her back to avoid hitting the truck passing in front of her.
"Damn it, who's so fierce up there? It's the first time I've seen my junior brother being pinned down below!" Mandy said in shock.
"We are in trouble." Ryoichi grabbed the steering wheel and took a deep breath.
On the roof of the car, Lin Nian felt the power coming from the short knife. The man in the windbreaker in front of him was as powerful as the reincarnation of a hydraulic machine. The opponent hadn't even drawn the knife before this, and Gu Ao's long knife was still lying in the scabbard.
With just one violent confrontation, he was pinned on the roof of the car.
This is the first time Lin Nian has seen someone who can compete with him, and there is a high possibility that he will not be able to compete with him.
"My Executive Bureau, you are under arrest." While suppressing Lin Nian, Yuan Zhisheng even took out the Executive Bureau's badge from his windbreaker with one hand and shook it.
"This probably isn't up to you." Lin Nian exhaled, reached out with one hand, grabbed Yuan Zhisheng's arm, and pulled him down, causing him to shrink back.
Yuan Zhisheng held the bureau emblem with his left hand and held up the roof of the car. He used one hand to lift himself up into the air. Then he turned around and threw the scabbard behind him. Sure enough, he just caught Lin Nian's stabbing blow.
The counterattack was quick.
This was the idea that Lin Nian and Yuan Zhisheng had at the same time.
Lin Nian wanted to continue to use the knife, but the GT-R swerved, and the two of them bent down and grabbed the roof of the car at the same time, keeping an eye on each other.
Lin Nian suddenly raised a whip and swung it at the side of Yuan Zhisheng's face. The sudden attack was very fast, but Yuan Zhisheng's reaction was faster than Lin Nian! He raised a five-finger iron pliers with one hand and grabbed it.
Lin Nian's ankle.
"It's over." Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself. He increased the strength in his hands and used more force to drag Lin Nian towards him.
Lin Nian thrust his knife into the roof of the car, but was still forcefully pulled away by the strange force. The knife left a long gap in the GT-R. The strong wind rushed in, and the pain and power were conveyed from his ankle.
Once again, he was convinced of how terrifying this enemy was, and he felt that if the opponent was willing to use more strength, he could even crush his tibia.
"Junior brother! Lower your head!" Mandy's voice suddenly rang in her ears.
Lin Nian decisively lay down on his back, stood sideways and pointed Mandy, holding a black Glock, at Yuan Zhisheng, while Yuan Zhisheng stared intently at the position of her fingers and the muzzle of the gun.
Three gunshots!
Lin Nian felt his ankle loosen, and then three balls of sparks exploded in the air!
Mandy looked at Yuan Zhisheng who raised the scabbard and accurately blocked three bullets from different positions as if she had seen a ghost: "Is it that exaggerated?"
"Obviously there is. We were unlucky and ran into a monster." Lin Nian pushed Mandy's head back into the car with one hand and stood up again, half-bent, and gently turned the dagger in his hand to hide it.
In his sleeves, Yuan Zhisheng across from him also slowly put down the scabbard with three smoking bullet casings stuck in it.
"Assassin swordsmanship? Apart from Japanese swordsmanship, you seem to know a lot of things."
Compared with Lin Nian's posture, Yuan Zhisheng stood very straight with a long knife in hand. The neon-lit buildings flew by on both sides. This man was like a nail stuck on the roof of the GT-R.
If the environment didn't allow it, he would light a cigarette for himself.
"I just learned it from someone, I don't know if it will work." Lin Nian smiled, and a bellicose mood appeared on his face. This was the first time he had fought against someone so ridiculously strong, even if he was transformed into a dragon.
Deadpool had never put such pressure on him. He felt that the producer standing in front of him was not a person, but a mountain, crushing him with power and power.
"There has been a monster in Suwen Headquarters in recent years, and it is regarded as a treasure by Principal Angers on the other side of the ocean." Yuan Zhisheng looked at Lin Nian with condescending scrutiny and raised his voice: "But I still don't understand why a sword embryo has not yet been
Once the blade is sharpened, it will be sent to the Japanese branch. It seems that Principal Angers is not only confident in himself, but also confident in everything and everyone he values."
"Are you Yuan Zhisheng?" Faced with the manic wind, Lin Nian had to raise his voice to maintain the conversation: "I heard many people say that you are the strongest in the Japanese branch?"
"The strongest? Is that kind of thing useful?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.
"It does seem like the strongest thing to say." Lin Nian smiled, lowered his head, and prepared to launch an offensive.
Our family is the strongest, and our company will be the strongest in the future. At this moment, the showdown is about to begin.
Yuan Zhisheng looked at the boy who was less than two meters away. He pressed his thumb against the sandalwood of the sword to catch the light of the ancient sword. He squinted his eyes slightly, slowed down his breathing and entered a fighting state, waiting for the sudden moment when the opponent would use the sword.
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He knew that this young boy's word spirit was a 'setsuna'. This news was not a secret among the senior leaders of the family. This kind of speed-type word spirit was the most terrifying in close combat, so among the eight family heads, he had a seventh-level set.
Inuyama Heneng was ranked among the best. Minamoto had seen the blade as fast as the breeze, but he didn't think that the word spirit of "setsuna" was so difficult to deal with.
Little did they know that in private, Inuyama Ga, the seventh-level Setsuna, was recognized as the strongest among Setsuna controllers, but he was just a whetstone for Minamoto Chisei in swordsmanship classes all year round.
Lin Nian raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly, and the cold murderous intent enveloped dozens of parts of Yuan Zhisheng's body! This made Yuan Zhisheng suddenly open his eyes in disbelief.
There was an explosion that could not be suppressed even by the wind, and several sparks and blood flowers suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng!
Gun smoke was rising from the muzzle. Lin Nian held a knife in his right hand and a Glock with empty bullets held flat in his left hand.
Fourth-level instant blessing, 12 guns fired in one second!
Yuan Zhisheng stood on the roof of the car. The scabbard in his hand disappeared without knowing when, and was replaced by a long knife that was as long and flowing as a clear spring, but his left shoulder, left arm, left leg, and right leg
But there were obvious bullet holes, and bright red blood gurgled out of it.
At that moment, even though he reacted and drew out the ancient sword and knocked away a large number of bullets, he still missed the four bullets that hit him.
Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Lin Nian, his eyes seemed to be asking: Are you serious?
"Sorry." Lin Nian threw away the pistol he had just received from Mandy, with an apologetic smile on his face: "You put too much pressure on me. This time our outing couldn't go wrong, so I started
I have no intention of playing hack-and-slash with you."
The expression on Yuan Zhisheng's face was twitching. It was not anger but a natural reaction to feeling pain. He hadn't been shot for a long time. Today, after being shot four times at once, he couldn't help but show a slight change of color. At the same time, he felt weird.
And there was an absurd feeling that times had changed.
I think that when they met the criminals they were chasing, the duel between the two with swords must have followed the duel spirit of Bushido. But young people nowadays are really careless. They hold up the sword and open it for a moment, but they will give you a shot of bullets.