Rooftop.
The moonlight is very bright.
The other party is very pretending.
A man in the traditional black ninja costume of Fuso sat behind a table without a mask, with tea ceremony utensils in front of him, but he used a white silk to wipe a sharp samurai sword.
Pretending to be? Yang Duning smiled, how many people in the world are pretending to force him to not know, but he knows that the person in front of him must be-a high-level Ninja, and a sixth-level master who pretends to pretend this, is it interesting? But forgive you, because you don't know!
"Who is the one coming?" Shangren suddenly stood up and shouted sternly. It was actually pure Mandarin with Beijing accent. Although there was a hint of bluntness, it was really hard to hear if you didn't pay attention.
"Your ancestor!" Hearing the other party's voice adding "Vantasy Dream", he shouted in response, the voice was strong and powerful, only shaking the other party.
"The same martial artist, why bother to use bad words to hurt people?" The other party did not join the "Fantasy Dream" this time, but made a tone of disdain.
Yang Duning stopped Chen Qingqing, who wanted to interrupt behind him, and sneered: "Are you qualified to teach martial arts? Do you mean the indiscriminate killing of civilians by martial arts?"
The other party's face condensed, holding the katana back, bowed to the two of them, and said with a serious face: "Yamamoto Fifty-two apologizes for this. The martial arts is strong and the martial arts is respected. Naturally, you will not be entangled with civilians. However, since there is a mission, It is said that we must not give up some civilians to achieve this."
"I Bah!" Yang Duning was furious. Originally, various special organizations in the world have a consensus that the two sides can be hostile, can work hand in hand, can fight, but can not harm the civilians. It seems that these Fusang people are indeed shameless. "It turns out that the martial arts that you have been advocating are like this. It seems that you are just a side-spoker. You have no martial ethics and are not qualified to talk about martial arts.
The other party didn't seem to want to get entangled in this aspect, and asked again: "Who are you? You can travel through my hell space, and you can kill four of me without injury. It must be no ordinary person."
Yang Duning didn't answer, he really didn't take the time to answer this kind of question, what he was thinking about now was how to kill the other party, it shouldn't be difficult to think about it.
However, Chen Qingqing finally found an opportunity at this time, and said, "I am Fairy Lengmu, he is Tyrannosaurus! I will always tell you to die today!"
When the other party heard this, he smiled and said: "Tyrannosaurus, you finally appeared. I thought you would have to kill many of you before you would appear. It seems that my luck is really good." After that, his whole body was murderous. Rushed to the two.
Now Chen Qingqing knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he would have stopped saying it a long time ago. After looking at Yang Duning's surprised eyes at him, Chen Qingqing bowed her head in embarrassment.
Alas, long hair and short knowledge. Yang Duning thought to himself, but this is not to be said, otherwise Chen Qingqing is afraid that he will not let him go. Alas, I originally wanted to leave this arena, making everyone think that he was no longer there, but Chen Qingqing easily squandered his hard work for more than half a year.
However, when facing the enemy now, don’t let your teammates feel discouraged, so he comforted Chen Qingqing: “Qingqing, it’s okay, let me show you what it means to slap the devils on the faces of the tyrannosaurus today.” , Threw the gun in her hand to her, drew out the dagger, made gestures, made it seem too small, and handed her the knife.
Instructed Chen Qingqing to retreat, move his body, stretched out his right hand, raised his middle finger to the fifty-two Yamamoto, and hooked the opponent with the middle finger.
This action aroused the anger of the little devil. You must know that Shangren is considered a rare treasure in Fusang. When has he been so humiliated? The beast's blood was boiling at the moment, and he rushed towards Yang Duning with his knife.
The light of the sword looked so dazzling in the moonlight, so fast, so unstoppable, and a clean cut came oncoming. It is worthy of being a forbearance, equivalent to China's fifth-level master.
I saw that Yang Duning was not irritable. When the blade was close, Chen Qingqing couldn't help but screamed. Only then, his left foot was a little bit, and his body flashed to the right like an arrow from the string. Without strain, his right foot was a little bit again, and the figure flashing to the right suddenly turned around and moved straight forward.
With only a loud slap in the face, Yang Duning's figure retreated, leaving only one Yamamoto Fifty-two who was stunned and slapped in the same place.
When Chen Qingqing was dumbfounded and cheered, the face of Yamamoto's children's shoes turned pale, but the palm prints appeared more vivid. He really couldn't figure out why this was the case. The opponent's body is like a ghost, it seems to be out of the attraction of gravity, and the reverse physical change makes him slapped abruptly.
What makes him mad even more anger is that the opponent can kill him with one move, but it is to insult him with a slap in the face, which is even more insulting than killing him!
"Kill!" With a loud shout, Yamamoto Fifty-Two returned to his mother tongue, raised his sword again, concentrated, raised his momentum, and charged his strength, and then slashed at the opponent again in the opponent's joking eyes.
At this time, poor Shangren had completely forgotten his purpose, and he brought out the purpose of Tyrannosaurus, with only one thought in his heart: split the opponent into two pieces with a knife!
Seeing the other party's anger, Yang Duning made the offensive more fiercer, but more relaxed-perhaps the attack power of a mad beast is more fierce, but losing his mind is absolutely fatal and can be easily settled!
Still doing the same thing, Yang Duning relied on the strength of the sixth-layer guard against the sky, and his body was unpredictable, and he slapped Yamamoto's children's shoes. Yamamoto is more angry, attacks stronger, faster, and more powerful.
But the world is unhappy, but the slap from the opponent Yang Duning has been following him like a shadow and a nightmare.
After Chen Qingqing was surprised, he turned the image of a cold beauty in the usual way. Like a middle school girl, he cheered and clapped his hands. He didn't add a sentence: "Longlong, the left face is still missing. Hurry up." Listen. Yang Duning is a bitter cold-once the woman's camouflage veil is stripped off, the whole person is changed, but Yamamoto Fifty-two, who is arrogant and pampered by Fusang, becomes crazy in the slap after another. , His face was also swollen, blood oozing from the corners of his eyes, mouth, ears, and nostrils, he looked very embarrassed but very pitiful.
Suddenly, Yamamoto Fifty-two stopped his attack and backed away. Yang Duning didn't stop him, and wanted to see what the other party was going to do.
Now Yang Duning is quite sure that these ninjas are here for themselves, but it is not clear what they are for. He didn't kill the opponent because he wanted to get answers from the opponent. And he knew that the ninja was arrogant, and if he asked directly, he would definitely not be able to ask, so he decided to completely wipe the dignity of the other party before asking the question again.
Yamamoto Fifty-two returned to the table, picked up the cup of tea that was still warm on the table and drank it, slowly picked up the piece of white silk and wiped the katana again.
He cracked his lips swollen like a sausage plate, and smiled sadly: "Shina boy, it seems that you are no longer a level five master. I have no regrets if I defeated so thoroughly. Don't worry, Koizumi-kun will take it from your hand. To such a thing. Team leader Chiba, I have already lost the battle, but I do not fall into the prestige of the gods." The last sentence was shouted loudly.
Yang Duning knew it was not good, and before he had time to rush to the other side, this fifty-two Yamamoto had already pierced his abdomen with a sharp katana, turned the blade and pulled it horizontally, and committed suicide by laparotomy.