The knife passed by, and the mute seemed to be cut into two pieces.
"As expected of Brother Kuroda who can kill an eighth-dan master of swordsmanship. He is so powerful."
"Kill him!"
All the members of the Sea Dragon Club cheered excitedly.
"Shut up, everyone!"
Haruhiko Kuroda yelled, even though he cut off the man in front of him.
But there was no joy at all on his face, instead it was extremely solemn.
Only the severed figure twisted and quickly returned to its original shape.
"Why, why aren't you dead?" Everyone saw the mute standing there as if nothing had happened. They all rubbed their eyes, suspecting that they were dazzled.
Only Haruhiko Kuroda understood that it was not a dazzle.
The opponent avoided the light of the sword the moment he struck it, but because the speed was too fast, an afterimage was left behind, making it look like he had been struck by him.
He took a breath of air.
What kind of responsiveness is this.
Kuroda Haruhiko roared wildly, and the sword flashed in all directions, and he made eighteen swords in one second. The sword was so fast that the human eye could not see it, and could only see a bright screen of swords, such a breathtaking sword technique.
.
Let all members of the Sea Dragon Society pay homage.
Even Xia Na closed her eyes in horror, not daring to watch what happened next.
Wow!
The sword screen shrank and returned to Kuroda Haruhiko's hand. Kuroda Haruhiko's eyes widened suddenly, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He had just opened eighteen swords, but the opponent still stood there motionless.
These eighteen blows didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Is this...a human or a ghost?
Kuroda Haruhiko felt a chill on his back for the first time, and a feeling of fear enveloped him.
The mute lowered his head and murmured: "No, is it still too weak?"
He is becoming more and more conscious now, and even knows that he has lost his memory. He also knows that his memory can only be revived by strong stimulation, so he allows Kuroda Haruhiko to attack him.
I just want him to stimulate my memory.
But, it's no use.
He felt nothing under Haruhiko Kuroda's sword.
Kuroda Haruhiko heard the muttering from the mute's mouth and felt extremely humiliated. He tried his best to attack, but in exchange he only said... too weak?
His eyes were red and he yelled: "Don't look down on people so much, you bastard!"
Kuroda Haruhiko, in a rage, burst out with unprecedented sword energy. At that moment, he slashed down, and the light of the sword even condensed. There was a granite in front of him, which would be split by him.
This time the mute did not hide.
He seemed to have lost his patience, raised his hand and pinched it gently.
Click!
The sword suddenly paused!
From extreme movement to extreme stillness, the powerful counter-shock force shattered Kuroda Haruhiko's hands. He saw his sword stopped in mid-air, and the only thing blocking his sword was two slender white fingers.
Haruhiko Kuroda's hair stood on end.
He desperately tried to draw his katana.
But like a fly shaking a tree, he couldn't make the katana move at all.
Suddenly, the two fingers twisted and clicked!
This extremely tough Izumi sword was broken into two pieces.
Kuroda Haruhiko was so frightened that he trembled and almost rolled back.
"Shoot, shoot quickly!"
The Sea Dragon Society is not a sect that respects rules and morals. They are just an underground force. This is the headquarters of the Sea Dragon Society. Naturally, there are more than just swords. Several members of the Sea Dragon Society pulled out their guns and started shooting at the mute.
Bang bang bang!
Fire spewed out.
In an instant, the mute was hit by more than ten bullets and was shocked to the ground.
Saw the mute being shot.
Haruhiko Kuroda breathed a sigh of relief. Even if you are a master of the ninth level of swordsmanship, you still can't stop a bullet. This is the tragedy of practitioners in this era, unless you can reach a higher level and practice to the level of a swordsman or even a swordsman.
But there is only one such person.
At this moment, the figure lying on the ground actually moved again.
The mute slowly sat up and held his head, his expression a little painful.
"How, how is it possible?" Haruhiko Kuroda saw the mute still alive like this. He was frightened and angry: "Shoot, shoot me."
Bang bang bang bang!
The dense bullets poured on the mute's body, causing him to keep retreating, but he held his head, with a look of struggle in his eyes. The bullets had already torn the mute's clothes to pieces.
Everyone emptied their magazines of bullets.
The mute had been shot at least a hundred times, and was so shaken by the bullets that he leaned against the wall. The walls around him were all densely covered with single holes.
"It's time to die now."
Kuroda Haruhiko said tremblingly.
But as soon as his voice fell, the mute man leaning against the wall slowly lowered his hand holding his head and raised his head at the same time. The pain in his eyes had receded, replaced by an indescribable coldness and indifference.
"Not dead yet!"
Haruhiko Kuroda looked at the mute and stood up slowly, feeling unspeakable fear.
All the members of the Sea Dragon Society feel the same way. After all, if you see a person who has been shot hundreds of times and is still alive, you will definitely think that you have encountered a ghost.
The mute stood up and walked towards them, with bullets still clanging on his body as he walked.
The members of the Sea Dragon Society hurriedly put on new magazines and started shooting wildly at the mute, screaming while shooting, as if this was the only way to suppress the fear in their hearts.
The bullets rushed towards the mute like a metal storm.
The mute suddenly raised a hand.
boom!
The void seemed to have solidified, and all the bullets were suspended in mid-air.
The mute looked at the horrified faces of the members of the Sea Dragon Society and said calmly: "Thank you very much for helping me remember some things..."
He waved his hand.
Wow!
All bullets are fired backwards.
Puff puff puff puff!
In an instant, it passed through everyone's bodies, and everyone stood there stiffly, as if a immobilization technique had been cast.
The mute walked slowly past Haruhiko Kuroda and patted his shoulder gently.
Plop.
Haruhiko Kuroda fell to the ground, blood seeping from the bullet hole in his forehead.
As Haruhiko Kuroda fell, plop, plop, plop!
In the entire warehouse, all the members of the Sea Dragon Society fell to the ground. Only one person was still standing there, that was Shana. The mute walked up to her.
Shana looked at the corpses on the ground and the mute in front of her with a horrified look, her eyes were straight, and she said: "You, who are you?"
The mute raised his hand, placed it on Shana's forehead, and said calmly: "Don't think too much, just take a nap."
As soon as the words fell, Shana closed her eyes and fell softly.
The mute hugged her, raised his hand, and a flame rushed out from his palm, igniting the entire warehouse and the corpse. He walked out and swept through the entire Sea Dragon Society headquarters, cleaning up all the Sea Dragon Society members.
Then the entire fishing ground was burned to the ground, and then it soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.
