Eight hundred and twentieth nine chapters kill one step at a time
Although Watanabe Junichi is one of the core figures of Nizhaitang, he rarely stays in Nizhaitang on weekdays. He always lives in his spacious villa.
At night, the cool breeze blew slowly. Watanabe Junichi stood in the spacious training room, holding a wooden sword in both hands. His eyes were covered with a black cloth strip, and he held the katana vertically against his face.
He stood with his ears slightly upright, listening to the sounds around him.
Around Watanabe Chunyi, there were five or six men dressed in black. Each of these men also held a wooden sword in their hands. Suddenly, a man let out a low shout, and the wooden sword in his hand was already pointing towards Watanabe.
Chunyi slashed at it very quickly. Although it was just a wooden sword, it carried a powerful force.
Just when this man launched an attack, other men in black also launched an attack on Watanabe Junichi.
Watanabe Jun snorted coldly, and the wooden sword in his hand was ready to slash out, just in time to slash the oncoming wooden sword to one side. His body followed a big step forward and he slashed out with the wooden sword in his hand,
Cut into a man's waist.
It was obviously a wooden knife, but the man's clothes were torn when he was struck by the wooden knife. There was a shallow wound on his waist, and blood quickly soaked out of it.
Before he could react, Junichi Watanabe kicked him directly in the chest. He flew straight off the ground and flew two to three meters before falling down.
On the ground.
The long sword in Junichi Watanabe's hand slashed out one after another. Although he was blindfolded, the wooden sword in his hand accurately hit or blocked the wooden swords that attacked from different angles, and then quickly
A counterattack was launched, and within a few breaths, the men in black dropped their weapons one by one, screaming and falling to the ground. No one could stand up again.
Watanabe Junichi pulled off the cloth covering his face, looked at his opponent who fell to the ground, looked very unhappy, and coldly snorted: "A bunch of trash!"
When the men heard Watanabe Junichi's reprimand, they all quickly got up from the ground regardless of their own pain, knelt on the ground respectfully, put their foreheads to the ground, and quickly apologized.
"Get out!"
Junichi Watanabe put the wooden sword in his hand on the stand and snorted coldly. The men who were kneeling on the ground breathed a long sigh of relief and quickly exited the practice room as if they had been granted amnesty.
Watanabe Junichi picked up a gleaming samurai sword on the shelf next to him. This was his weapon, called Black Moon, and it was a rare and good sword.
He held the black moon tightly with both hands, took a posture, took a slight step forward, raised his katana, his eyes were like lightning, staring ahead, the invisible murderous aura rising from his clothes.
After a long time, he took a heavy step forward, and the black moon in his hand was smashed out.
It was a simple straight strike, but the space in front of him felt as if it had been split open. Jun Watanabe's entire body was sharp and sharp, like a sharpened weapon.
Watanabe Jun took another step forward, his momentum rose again, he exhaled loudly, and struck out with another knife. This knife was much more powerful than the one just now!
Watanabe Junichi used this step to move his sword, mobilizing all his energy and spirit and concentrating it on the sword.
At the same time, a dark shadow approached the door of Junichi Watanabe's villa in the moonlight.
Sun Tianhai!
Sun Tianhai was like an unsheathed sword, walking slowly with a murderous aura all over his body.
The gate of the villa was an iron gate, heavy and tall. Sun Tianhai walked slowly towards the iron gate. The moment he approached the iron gate, the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed and turned into a sword.
A stream of light fell on the iron gate.
The latch of the iron door was cut off directly by the cutting of Sun Tianhai's long sword. Sun Tianhai pushed lightly, and the heavy iron door was pushed open. Sun Tianhai casually inserted his scabbard into the iron door.
It fell to the ground, and then he clicked it casually on the wall next to him. A large piece of bluestone fell into Sun Tianhai's hand. He squeezed it casually and turned it into many pieces of gravel.
Sun Tianhai walked slowly towards the inside of the villa, his steps not hurried or slow.
The opening of the iron gate alerted the guards inside the villa. They rushed out from their guarding positions one after another, each holding a long knife in their hands. There were even a few guards holding a few long swords in their hands.
A Tibetan Mastiff that is as tall as half a man.
From a distance, these people loosened the rope of the Tibetan Mastiff, and those ferocious Tibetan Mastiffs suddenly rushed toward Sun Tianhai fiercely.
The corners of Sun Tianhai's mouth slightly turned up in a cold arc. Just when several Tibetan mastiffs pounced, the sword in Sun Tianhai's hand moved.
In the darkness, the sword light flashed, and then several Tibetan mastiffs fell from the sky.
When they pounced down, their bodies were still intact, their eyes were still ferocious, and they even maintained the ferocious look of pounce. But when they landed, their bodies suddenly fell apart.
There was a burst of panic among the people who gathered around. Several guards realized something was wrong and had already reached for their waists. When they pulled it back, they already had black and shiny pistols in their hands.
But before the guards with guns could raise their guns, Sun Tianhai's left thumb had already flicked a few times quickly. Every time he flicked, a gravel flew out, like a bullet, penetrating through these armed guards.
The gun guards the forehead or throat or heart.
Several gun-wielding guards turned over and fell, and the remaining guards around them suddenly became extremely frightened.
They clenched the long knives in their hands and looked at Sun Tianhai as if they were looking at the devil. Sun Tianhai walked over slowly. Every time they took a step closer, they couldn't help but retreat back.
step.
Unknowingly, Sun Tianhai had approached the door of this huge villa.
The group of guards looked at the entrance of the villa behind them, thinking about Junichi Watanabe's ruthlessness, and finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts. They shouted, clenched the long knife in their hands, and rushed towards Sun Tianhai.
The long sword in Sun Tianhai's hand started to move, flashing with a cold light in the dark night. Every time his body appeared from the sky, it would always appear in a person's body, and then disappear into the air the next moment, and then
Appear again in another man's body...
Sun Tianhai's footsteps still did not stop, and his expression did not even change. When he passed through this group of people, there were no one standing in this group of twenty people. They all fell to the ground.
Everyone was struck by a sword, all in fatal positions.
Throat or heart.
Sun Tianhai walked into the door of the villa. He seemed to know where his goal was. He just paused slightly and walked towards the training room where Watanabe Junichi was.
When Sun Tianhai walked into the villa, several panicked women avoided Sun Tianhai at a distance. Sun Tianhai only glanced at them, then passed them directly and walked inside.
A few minutes later, Sun Tianhai stood at the door of the practice room, paused slightly, his eyes that remained unchanged showed a hint of surprise, then he casually threw away the gravel in the palm of his left hand, and then opened the door.
superior.
The door slowly slid open to the side, and the moment the door slid open, a ray of cold light appeared directly in the air, like a ray of moonlight falling from the sky, and fell directly towards Sun Tianhai's head.
At the same time, a bit of murderous intent, like the icy air of the twelfth lunar month of winter, instantly enveloped Sun Tianhai.
"kill!"
Watanabe Junichi's sharp shouts vibrated in the air, and along with his shouts, he slashed his head with a fierce sword.
Faced with this sudden attack, Sun Tianhai didn't seem to be surprised at all. The long sword in his hand had been lifted up to hold the sword. The power of the sword was so fierce that Sun Tianhai's long sword seemed to be unable to withstand it.
This sword retreated as the sword slashed down, but after retreating a little distance, the long sword seemed to come alive. It flipped over instantly, like a swimming dragon, and the long sword of Watanabe Junichi slid heavily.
aside.
Watanabe Junichi's sword failed.
Watanabe Chunyi took a step back and looked at Sun Tianhai in front of him warily. Although the two only exchanged one move, Watanabe Chunyi's heart was ringing with alarm bells.
It's not that he didn't hear the screams of the guards outside, but he already felt that there was just one person coming outside, so he didn't go out, but chose to wait here, accumulating a sword full of energy, ready to give the opponent
A head-on attack. As for those dead subordinates, let them die. They are all useless losers anyway.
Sun Tianhai seemed to easily block Watanabe Chunyi's sword that condensed his own energy. This shocked Watanabe Chunyi. He held the black moon tightly in his hand and stared at Sun Tianhai like a poisonous snake.
Cold, as full of aggression as a sharp blade: "Bagh Yalu, who are you?"
Sun Tianhai couldn't understand Japanese, and he didn't care whether he could understand it or not. He just slightly raised the sword in his hand, and then raised his finger at Junichi Watanabe, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth showing some obvious mockery.
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Sun Tianhai's actions completely aroused the fighting spirit in Watanabe Junichi's heart. He glared at Sun Tianhai, and his anger completely radiated into every cell in his body.
The opponent is a master, and a very powerful master at that!
Judging from the other party's attire, demeanor, and the way he holds the sword, he seems to be a Chinese!
This man suddenly came to your door in the middle of the night. He obviously came to kill you. Have you ever offended this man?
Watanabe Junichi was sure that he had never seen this person, but he suddenly thought of his just-dead local Yagyu Jiro. Didn't Yagyu Jiro accept a mission, and one of the people he dealt with was a Chinese? Could it be that this
Is the person the companion or elder of that Chinese person?
Watanabe Junichi quickly understood Sun Tianhai's identity. He stared at Sun Tianhai with high spirits and firmly grasped the black moon in his hand.
"Chinese people, since they are here, then die here!"
As Watanabe Chunyi shouted loudly, he rushed towards Sun Tianhai quickly, and Sun Tianhai also came up to him.
Watanabe Junichi slashed hard with a knife. Although this knife was very simple, it condensed all his strength and all his soul!
Inspired by Sun Tianhai, a master, Watanabe Chunyi's sword was far beyond his usual level. Even Watanabe Chunyi felt that he had a vague feeling of enlightenment after he made this sword.
This sword is the peak combat power of Watanabe Junichi!
Sun Tianhai's figure and Watanabe Junichi's figure missed each other, and a crisp sound sounded in the air. It was very crisp, but not very loud!
Sun Tianhai slowly turned around and stared at Watanabe Junichi, his eyes regained their composure.
Watanabe Junichi maintained his posture of drawing the sword, and the black moon in his hand had been chopped off, but his body seemed to have turned into a stone statue, motionless.
After several seconds, Watanabe Junichi slowly turned around, with unconcealed shock and horror on his face. On his chest, a bright red color was spreading and expanding.
Watanabe Junichi lowered his head and glanced at his chest, and then at Sun Tianhai's long sword that was still bright and unstained with any blood. An ugly smile appeared on his face, as if he was crying.
"What a fast sword!"
The knife in Watanabe Junichi's hand suddenly fell to the ground. Watanabe Junichi also knelt down weakly, and then his head hung down feebly, directly pressing it on the ground, as if facing Sun Yat-sen.
Tianhai seemed to be kneeling down, but Sun Tianhai knew that he was already dead.
Watanabe Chunyi's sword had indeed reached a certain level of ferocity, but Sun Tianhai did not have a head-on confrontation with Watanabe Chunyi at all. The moment the long sword and the long knife touched, Sun Tianhai had already used the Shenzhen Jue and the Turn
The word formula slipped away in an instant, and then the sword pierced into Watanabe Junichi's chest.
Sun Tianhai's movements were very fast. The sword pierced the heart and then withdrew. It did not penetrate, but it was just fatal.
Sun Tianhai glanced at the dead Junichi Watanabe, turned around and walked out. He quickly appeared at the door of the villa, picked up the scabbard inserted at the door, put the sword into the scabbard, and then slowly
He walked outside and quickly disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never appeared before.
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In the black car, Yang Hao was sitting in the back seat, looking at the master walking in the dark, with a bit of excitement in his eyes.
Sun Tianhai opened the door and got into the car. A young man started the car silently. The car started silently and drove slowly.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Sun Tianhai looked at the excited Yang Hao and said lightly: "He is a bit weak."
When Yang Hao heard what Sun Tianhai said, he knew that Junichi Watanabe had probably cleared his name. He smiled and flattered him and said, "He just bullies ordinary people. If the master takes action, he will definitely be unlucky."
Sun Tianhai snorted coldly and said: "If he fights with you, you are no match for him!"
Yang Hao had a long face and said helplessly: "How old is that old guy? How many years has he practiced swordsmanship? How old am I?"
Sun Tianhai snorted coldly: "Your enemies won't tell you about your age. When I go back this time, I will take the time to keep an eye on you. If your progress cannot meet my requirements, I don't mind using some special means to push you."
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When Yang Hao heard this, his face turned pale. In the past few months, Yang Hao had learned Sun Tianhai's special methods many times. Every time, he had to fight to the death. Life was worse than death...
"Yes, Master, I will definitely work hard to meet your requirements." (To be continued)