The black-clothed young master has extraordinary skills in Japan, and his attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary. Whenever the Sima family encounters a difficult person, he is usually the first to step in, either by assassination or by direct killing. Those who have died in his hands have long since
There are corpses covered with bones and hands covered with blood.
Even if he defeated Shi Yang after just one night, he didn't take it seriously at all.
Moreover, this Sima Qingsheng also has a hobby, that is, he likes to chop people into several pieces in order to become familiar with his sword skills, so the people who fall into his hands usually end badly.
Ye Wuhan also laughed, "So what if I do it?"
"Boy, you should know that people who offend my Sima family never end well. Are you going to commit suicide yourself, or will I personally do it? You should know that once I slash out with my sword, I will never take it back, so you will die without mercy.
Whole body!"
Sima Qingsheng looked at Ye Wuhan with contemptuous eyes, and at the same time, a bloody and cold murderous aura overflowed from his body, making everyone present feel a chill.
"This!" Everyone frowned, because they realized that this young man in black might be difficult to deal with, because the Sima family asked him to guard the door. Apparently they thought they were sure to deal with Ye Wuhan without having to use any family background, not to mention that there were still people behind him.
There are a group of bodyguards to help out.
"Is it a one-sword style? Let me see how powerful your one-sword style is!"
To everyone's surprise, Ye Wuhan didn't say anything, and suddenly a woman with a graceful figure and a cool appearance walked out of the diagonal thorn.
She was also dressed in black, holding a Tang Dao in her arms, looking cold and pretty.
Everyone couldn't help but be shocked again. A large group of them were watching here, but no one saw where this woman came out. It was as if she walked out of nothingness and suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Everything today was so weird that even San Meng who came here felt extremely surprised.
"Sima Qingsheng, didn't you just learn the one-sword style and get the genin sword by chance? Come on, just take action and let me see how powerful your one-sword style is." The woman who suddenly appeared spoke.
"Who the hell are you? How did you know that I got a genin sword?" Sima Qingsheng shouted, looking at the woman who came in front of him and feeling inexplicably angry.
Just imagine that someone is pretending to be cool, but you tell him where he came from. It feels like he is panting but his throat is suddenly stuck. How can he feel comfortable?
"You don't have to worry about who I am, just go ahead and use your strongest sword, otherwise you will never have a chance again!"
Needless to say, the person who came was Fujiwara Miko. Her lips were slightly parted, and she held a half-cup of Tang Dao under her arm. Her delicate appearance was indescribably cold.
"You bastard maid, since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame me for killing you. If you want me to die, I will help you!"
Cang!
Sima Qingsheng pulled out his scimitar, and it was like a flash of cold electricity piercing the sky, shining brightly against the setting sun. It was indeed a good knife.
Although this sword is called a genin sword, it is actually a sword, and it is a katana sword.
The sword light shone brightly, making everyone feel a chill.
As he drew the sword, a strong bloody and murderous aura surged out. From this, it can be seen that countless people have died in the hands of the young master in black, which made this knife produce a bloody and murderous aura.
Sima Qingsheng slowly raised his bright and dazzling samurai sword, with the back of the sword facing his eyebrows, making a gesture of slashing at any time.
In an instant, everyone's hearts seemed to be plucked. This guy looked so fierce, cruel and full of blood. Could this woman who even looked a little weak be his opponent?
Even at this moment, Miko Fujiwara's Tang sword was still half-embraced under her arm, and she seemed to have no intention of drawing it out.
"Is this girl too trusting?" Looking at her weak look, people couldn't help but feel a little worried for her.
But for some reason, the more casual this woman was, the more inexplicably nervous Sima Qingkong felt. He, who was usually a man of hair and blood, could not cut off her with this knife.
"Sword, I said, you only have one chance to use your strongest sword, otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Fujiwara Miko said coldly, her manner and tone were like scolding a junior.
Being so looked down upon by the other party, the young man in black became angry.
"kill!"
Sima Qingkong suddenly shouted loudly, and in the flash of sword light, the young man in black slashed down with a thunderbolt of his sword.
As soon as the sword light struck out, it was like a flash of cold lightning passing through, and an astonishing murderous aura enveloped several feet in the area, forcing many people to retreat, as if the whole space had been cut off by his sword.
The swordsmanship of the young master in black is indeed extraordinary.
This sword is also Sima Qingsheng's most proud and unique sword style in his life! It is fast, accurate and cruel, and majestic and powerful. Very few people can catch it.
As soon as this knife came out, people's hearts were raised in their throats again.
This sword was too stunning, and everyone knew that if it had been him, he would have had no chance to react, and he would have been killed by the other party's sword.
Can this woman do it?
Unfortunately, Miko Fujiwara is not an ordinary person.
"kill!"
Fujiwara Meiko screamed and took action at the same time.
Draw your sword and chop in one go.
Although he doesn't have the majestic momentum of the young master in black, he is faster and sharper.
brush!
The cold sword light flashed past, and the two sword lights reflected each other, dazzling people's eyes.
"ah!"
Everyone's eyes felt blurry, but when they looked again, they saw that at some point, there was a blood line between Sima Qingsheng's eyebrows, and this blood line was gradually splitting.
Bang! The knife in his hand fell to the ground.
Bah!
A drop of bright red blood flowed from the forehead of the young man in black.
Cang!!!
Fujiwara Miko's sword has been sheathed leisurely. She stood there gracefully, still holding the sword under her arm and half holding the Tang sword, as if she had never moved.
"You...how can your knife be so fast?"
Sima Qingsheng's eyes showed reluctance and fear of death. He never expected that the gap between him and others would be so big. Even though he drew his sword first, he was actually struck first.
Moreover, this sword was chosen just right. Although it hit him between the eyebrows, it did not split his head open.
If this sword is too powerful, it will easily cut off the head, but it will be easy to be taken advantage of. If the power is too small, it will be easy to lose the opportunity. It can be said that Fujiwara Miko's sword shows the purity of the sword style, and the coexistence of power and ingenuity.
"I understand, it turns out this is the real Ichitou... flow!"
Suddenly, Sima Qingsheng's eyes widened. He seemed to realize it, but unfortunately the price of his realization was death.
No matter how big his eyes were, it was just an unwilling reflection.
"puff!"
A bloody arrow shot out from between his eyebrows, and the black-clothed young man's body suddenly fell to the ground, sending up pieces of smoke and dust.
"Is this? Dead?"
"The famous young man in black died like this?"
Everyone was confused, and because things developed so fast, many people didn't react at all.
You must know that this is Sima Qingsheng, the assassin of the Sima family's foreign affairs. His one-sword style can be said to be unparalleled in the world, and his sword strike just now can be said to be very perfect, which completely shocked everyone, but no one expected that he had not fully used it yet.
Well, he died just like that.
"Who is this woman? She is so powerful?"
Almost unanimously, everyone's eyes turned to Fujiwara Miko, because many people didn't see clearly how she drew the sword just now.
"Ah, Master Qingsheng is dead!"
After Sima Qingsheng's death, the group of people who showed off their power earlier dispersed and retreated inside when they saw that Sima Qingsheng was dead.
The young man in black died and scared them away.
"This slave has met the master!"
Here Fujiwara Miko came over and saluted Ye Wuhan respectfully.
Ye Wuhan patted her shoulder, and it could be seen that since she had skin-to-skin contact with him for the first time, this Fujiwara Meiko had indeed made a breakthrough, and her one-touch sword skills had improved even more, almost reaching the peak.
Qi Huoshui has been looking at Fujiwara Miko. He was relieved when she heard her calling Ye Wuhan master, but the eyes of the group of people looking at Ye Wuhan were even weirder. A slave is so powerful, this master will
How awesome is it?
"You bitch, if you dare to kill my nephew, you must die!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura of death enveloped the sky. Under this strong murderous aura, a point of death sword light condensed with unparalleled murderous aura rushed towards the back of Miko Fujiwara's head like a flying fairy from heaven.
Fujiwara Meiko was saluting Ye Wuhan. She was unprepared. If this sword struck her, she would definitely die.
