The boy Li Longyuan lightly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and suddenly pushed it forward. The slender and simple head of the knife hit the deadpool's strong chest. The cold weapon unsheathed and made a clanging sound, which chilled the bones of his heart.
The bright silver knife arced across, and the slender horizontal knife quickly turned in a semicircle in the air and then stabbed straight into Deadpool's shoulder.
This is a special sword-drawing technique unique to Tang Hengdao. Because the blade is too long and narrow, it is difficult for the user to completely pull it out at once. At this time, the user needs to take advantage of the situation.
The sharp tip of the knife pierced the snake-shaped Deadpool's arm, and the corrosive blood with a strong fishy smell flowed down the narrow blood groove.
"Fujiwara" grinned in pain and bared his teeth. He stretched out his completely deformed claws and grasped the blade firmly. Then, the claws of his left hand tore through the air and grabbed it quickly. His five fingers were like five sharp daggers.
But he completely underestimated the terrifying power of Li Longyuan in his keel state. The boy just tightened his arm muscles under the racing suit slightly, and then he pulled out the slender Tang knife, splitting the tough scales of the claws, and making a harsh sound when it penetrated into the bones.
Then he held the black black knife handle with his backhand, picked up the long knife and fiercely cut it out, slashing it down diagonally, cleanly and resolutely.
"Buzz!"
The Tang knife cut through the air and made a clear sound.
The strong arm that Deadpool stretched out was cut off neatly, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, and red blood spurted out like a pillar.
"Roar~"
"Fujiwara"'s pale cheeks now had golden pupils burning angrily. He opened his mouth and let out a roar. His spiral-shaped yellow fangs, which were a foot long, were filled with strong neurological corrosive toxins. He bit into the boy's head at a speed that exceeded the common sense of ordinary species.
The head was slashed with a knife, and a head that still retained a violent and bloodthirsty expression flew into the sky.
Behind Deadpool, Yuan Zhisheng half-crouched down like a cheetah, then jumped up suddenly, and quickly drew out his sword and slashed out.
Li Longyuan then raised his right leg in the air and gave the headless deadpool a side kick, sending it flying backwards and falling into the group of deadpool corpses.
The two stood opposite each other, silently clenching the hilts of the cold weapons in their hands, as if they were about to have another duel.
At this time, the red warning light that had been whining and flashing stopped, which meant that the second-level alert state was lifted.
Thunderous footsteps began to be heard from the bottom of the building, and the power of the eight Sheqi families began to return to the headquarters building.
So the handsome boy under the mask opened his golden eyes and slowly retreated while maintaining the posture of holding the knife, and finally retreated to the edge of the rooftop where the glass curtain wall was broken.
Immediately after putting the long sword into its sheath, he only put his right hands together to make a greeting gesture similar to a salute, and then fell straight backwards.
This is the fourteenth floor!
However, when the eight members of the Sheqi family rushed to the edge of the rooftop, there was no one on the road outside except for the patter of raindrops.
He just seemed to disappear out of thin air.
At the glass curtain wall of Genji Heavy Industries, Li Yongyuan was using the Tang Hengdao and the power of Yanling to get stuck in the heavy rain. He used the force to change direction and jumped, landing firmly on the viaduct with a splash of water. .
"Brother, drive."
Li Yongyuan directly inserted the slender horizontal knife vertically into the back of the sports car and stood firmly on the roof, like a prepared windsurfer.
This time, Caesar, who was sitting in the passenger seat, twitched his eyelids slightly. After all, this Bugatti Veyron was shipped in through his family's trading channels before he arrived in Japan, but he was treated like this by this guy.
But now that the situation was urgent, he couldn't say much.
Chu Zihang firmly pulled down the handbrake, started the engine, and the dark blue top-end supercar roared out like a rocket.
The acceleration of 0-100km/h only takes 2.5 seconds. The violent wind and rain gathered around Li Yongyuan on the roof of the car, but his golden eyes seemed to be burning with flames and he remained motionless.
"Bang!"
Just as they were about to leave the area of Genji Heavy Industries, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the top of the 100-meter rooftop.
The flight trajectory of the 12.7×99mm large-caliber machine gun bullet was like an ever-extending straight line, shooting rapidly from the roof of a high-rise building towards this top-level sports car.
Under the pouring rain, a beautiful girl in a close-fitting black metal woven clothes squatted on the rooftop, decisively pulling the cold trigger, the eyes in her golden eyes were full of indifference. This is the look that can only be seen after crawling out of the dead on the battlefield.
Sakura Yabuki has been living in Afghanistan since she was a child. In order to survive, she helped local armed organizations kill people. It was not until she was discovered by the ninjas of the Fuuma family because of her outstanding assassination experience that she was brought back to Japan for training, and finally became the assistant to the young master of the eight masters of the Sheki family.
It has to be said that the relatively weak words spirit and Yinliu can exert power far beyond imagination in her hands.
For example, at this moment, the power of the spirit spirit is used to sense the influence of wind speed, heavy rain and other weather factors, so as to control the trajectory of the ballistics and complete a perfect sniper attack.
She did not intend to kill this guy directly because the young master had not given a clear order yet. As long as the tires are blown out, the armed forces of the eight Sheqi families will soon arrive to surround them.
But whether this is a perfect sniper still needs to be proven by the results.
From a distance of more than 1,500 meters, large-caliber metal bullets arrived in an instant, and as Sakura expected, they were about to hit the rear wheel of the high-speed sports car. Her sense of timing is simply superb.
But the mysterious driver who had been standing on the roof of the car holding a knife turned his head in the violent storm, pulled out the slender Tang knife used to restrain himself with his backhand, and slashed away, forcefully knocking the bullet away.
There is a clear "ding" sound.
All the actions happened in a flash of lightning. Through the 16x lens, the boy had completely turned around to face her direction. He had a long knife on his shoulder, and his slender and tall figure stood on the roof of the roaring sports car without any support. .
This is an invisible demonstration.
She was deceived after all. This guy was completely beyond the scope of ordinary human bodies, and his operations that violated common sense of physics seemed to be justified.
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Dark red blood flowed down the marble steps, and the emery super-polished floor that was originally cleaned and polished enough to reflect human faces also accumulated a thick layer of blood.
When Masamune Tachibana walked into this familiar headquarters building with Nanami Sakurai, Genichiro Ryoma and other big figures from the eight Seraki families, earth-shaking changes had already taken place here.
On each floor, there will be corpses left behind. Most of them are intruders and combatants of the family. A small number are civilians and cleaning staff who stayed behind at the headquarters.
Even ordinary people, they never let go.
No one spoke aloud, and no one showed anger. They just walked up in silence, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.
When they arrived on the fourteenth floor, they found that all the remaining personnel were gathered here, and almost everyone was injured.
Surrounded by some hideous and terrifying headless corpses, the female operators who were working hard to survive hugged each other and seemed to be sobbing softly.
"Sakurai-kun, this post-war reconstruction and pension work will be left to you."
The gray-haired old man in kimono bowed heavily to the beautiful lady wearing dark red-rimmed glasses beside him, with instructions.
"The head of the family made a strong statement."
The woman wearing a light purple skirt turned slightly sideways, and then quickly supported the old man.
Along the way, she could see Tachibana Masamune's anxiety. This old man had already contributed a lot to the recovery of the Sheqi family.
"Everyone, I am responsible for what happened this time. Because I have never made up my mind to take tough measures against the Fierce Ghosts, they have become more arrogant and even attacked our headquarters."
The old man in kimono looked at the remaining survivors and the leaders of the eight Sheqi families and sighed with shame.
No one dared to face the old man's pained and regretful gaze, because they had previously voted on how to deal with the fierce ghosts.
The peace faction, which adopted a soft policy, outvoted the war faction, including the elders and young masters, with a large vote.
But what are they willing to maintain the surface of peace in exchange for?
It’s the blood of all the members of the family who died here. They had not faced such a humiliating battle in many years. They were sneaked into their base camp without any knowledge, and then were massacred with blood.
Those big shots who wrote the word "forbearance" on the screen and advocated peace talks are now the most outraged group of people.
None of them are afraid of death, they just want to maintain the hard-won peace. But when this wish comes to nothing, they will let those guys hiding in the darkness know what true despair is.
"Children, don't blame yourself, you have done a good job."
The old man reached out to the young man in the black trench coat, patted his shoulder and said comfortingly.
The handsome young man slowly lowered his head and remained silent.
He was in a very confused and tired mood now, not only because the Sheqi Eighth Family had suffered heavy losses, but also because he had seen the person, or in other words, the "ghost" who had been appearing in his nightmares.
The heads of the five outer families looked at the young man with satisfaction in their eyes. They had already learned from the survivors that almost all the snake-like dead servants on this level were killed by Yuan Zhi Sheng Yan Ling Wang Quan and Spider Cut. With the cooperation. He is the well-deserved "Emperor" of this generation.
"Leave the rest to me." The old man seemed to notice the young man's uneasiness and took over.
"Gentlemen, since you are all here today, I will ask you again, should we fight or make peace with the fierce ghosts?"
The old man turned his eyes, glanced around the crowd, and shouted loudly.
In such a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, no one can retreat anymore, and no one dares to retreat.
"Fight! Fight! Fight..."
As the roar of the crowds rang out, ordinary people in Xincun also joined in the condemnation. They were eager to avenge their dead friends or relatives. Hatred was like a seed, taking root and sprouting in everyone's heart.
The old people who always advocated peace looked at each other and remained silent.
The will of the Patriarch Tachibana Masamune has been thoroughly implemented in the family because of this bloody riot. Heroes emerge in troubled times. What they need is an iron-blooded parent to lead them in revenge, rather than continue to cling to it.
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye.
After this battle, the eight Sheqi families will surely be reborn in blood. Cut off the bloated body and become the real Yamata no Orochi in the myth.
The storm outside the building was still fierce, and the silver electric snakes were still swimming in the dark clouds, making rumbling thunder from time to time.
But no one felt depressed or afraid anymore, because their hearts were filled with overwhelming anger. When a person is truly angry, everything in the world will make way for him.
The most terrifying creature is man!
The war machine of the Sheqi Eight Families began to run non-stop at this time.
