The familiar partner in front of her suddenly turned into a corpse, and the hot blood spattered on Yueru's face. The strong anger and sadness soon made her lose her mind.
The beautiful girl's sword was unsheathed and turned into a stunning roar in the night.
Yueru's strength is also outstanding among the younger generation of Dahua. Her sword attack would definitely be extremely difficult for other Dahua warriors.
However, in the eyes of the Japanese people by the viewing lake, this sword is like a child playing house.
He sneered: "Embroidered fists and legs!"
Seeing the sword coming in front of him, the Japanese man immediately swung the sword horizontally, only to hear a soft "chun" sound, and a dazzling spark was drawn in the air.
Yueru screamed: "What?!"
The sword fell to the ground, and the famous swordsman in the world was split into two pieces!
Before Yueru could react, the Japanese stabbed him with a knife and then kicked him directly into Yueru's chest.
Yueru's heart felt sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she immediately flew backwards. She flew more than ten meters and fell heavily to the ground.
Yueru resisted and tried to get up from the ground, but before she could stand firmly, she spat out another mouthful of blood, and her whole body became exhausted.
This is an absolute disparity in strength. I didn’t expect there to be such a terrifying person in Japan.
There was only a broken sword left in Yueru's hand, and her body suffered heavy injuries. Now she is afraid that she is unable to resist.
The Japanese seemed to have noticed this, and sneered and slowed down: "It turns out that Dahua Kung Fu is nothing more than this. It's really disappointing."
Yueru looked at the Japanese, despair gradually showing on her face.
The opponent's knife was too fast. Even if you were not injured, even if you were not injured, it would be impossible to dodge his knife at close range.
Now, whenever the opponent takes action, Yueru can already imagine her head falling to the ground.
Thinking of this, Yueru closed her eyes and silently waited for death to come.
But what is strange to Yueru is that the expected death has not come yet, and the Japanese people in front of her seem to have stopped.
With doubts, Yueru opened her eyes slightly and saw the Japanese stopped by the viewing lake three feet away from her.
What's even more strange is that the Japanese people are currently facing me in a posture of being prepared, and they seem to be very nervous, as if they are wary of something?
"Why is he doing this? Is he still worried that I will fight back before I die? This is impossible!"
The more Yueru thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She always felt like she had overlooked something.
At this moment, Yueru suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from behind.
She turned around suddenly and saw a rickety old man standing quietly in the darkness, only one meter away from her.
The old man seemed as skinny as a stick, but a suffocating pressure accompanied his breath, as if the air around his body was becoming hot with his breathing.
Because it was at night, Yueru couldn't see very clearly, so she saw the old man walking forward step by step, his steps were a little weird, stiff and lifeless.
Yueru didn't dare to speak because the pressure the old man put on her was much greater than the pressure from the Japanese. She had only experienced this kind of pressure from her master.
"The true master!"
A sentence flashed in Yue Ruinai.
Then I felt strange again.
"How can a grandmaster appear? Aren't grandmasters prohibited from entering the capital?"
Yueru was sweating profusely now, not knowing what the appearance of this grandmaster meant.
Fortunately, the old man didn't seem to notice Yueru, and passed by Yueru calmly, without any pause or change in his steps, but quietly walking farther and farther step by step.
Watching the old man pass by, Yueru's heart raised in her throat before she relaxed. She still didn't dare to move, but just looked at the other man's back silently.
Looking at this figure from behind, a more terrifying detail was finally discovered by Yueru.
Half of this old man's head is gone, leaving only half of his head!
Yueru suddenly gasped and thought, how could this be possible?
How can a person still be alive when his head has been chopped off?
It’s so incredible!
Although Yueru didn't believe it, it was the fact.
This rickety old man always moved forward with stiff steps, little by little, and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.
Yueru rubbed her eyes, wondering if she had seen it wrong.
But the facts once again proved that all this is true.
Looking at the alert look on the Japanese man's face, he obviously noticed the weirdness of this old man.
But the old man still didn't seem to pay attention to the Japanese people, and he soon passed by them.
Yueru felt something bad and quickly said: "Aren't you here to learn Dahua Kung Fu? The person in front of you now is the grandmaster who represents the highest level of Dahua Kung Fu. Do you dare to fight with him?"
The Japanese people had long noticed that this half-headed weirdo was very powerful, and they were already eager to give it a try. By chance, they were provoked by Yue Ru, and they immediately drew their swords.
"idiot!"
The Japanese suddenly took action and attacked the blind spot behind the old man.
By attacking with such means, the Japanese people had absolute confidence, believing that no matter what kind of master they were, it would be impossible to defend against their own sneak attack.
As expected, the Japanese swords were still extremely fast, and it took less than the blink of an eye to hit the target from the time it was taken.
The Japanese knife instantly penetrated the old man's heart from his back.
"Hahaha... Great Kung Fu, nothing more than that!"
The Japanese smiled proudly, showing their arrogance.
But this arrogance did not last long, and soon the Japanese people's expressions froze.
He noticed that the old man's footsteps did not stop. Even if a knife penetrated his heart, the old man still kept walking forward. It seemed that nothing had happened at all, and he did not pay attention to the Japanese people.
Weird!
Absolutely weird!
The old man was like a machine. He didn't speak or move. He always walked forward at a constant speed. It seemed like nothing could stop him.
The Japanese people obviously couldn't accept such a result. They shouted and slashed with a knife, as if they were going to cut off the old man's lazy waist, but they wanted to see how he could walk after being chopped into two pieces.
But just when the knife was about to hit the old man, the old man moved his hand and grabbed the Japanese knife.
The Japanese people were shocked. The old man grabbed the knife that could cut off everything.
A closer look revealed that the old man's hand holding the knife only had two fingers stuck on the knife, and the blade did not really touch the old man's palm.
With just these two fingers, the Japanese felt as if their knife was being pressed by a mountain, and they could not pull it away no matter what.
Now, the Japanese people were afraid. What kind of monster was this?
"Ants……"
A ghostly voice suddenly appeared in the Japanese ears.
Hearing the sound, the Japanese people were shocked all over. When they looked up, they saw half an old face that was more terrifying than a ghost looking at him, with one eye staring, and the red eye sockets seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps.
Ants!
This is the Grandmaster’s final verdict against the Japanese people! (To be continued)