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Chapter 442 Hunyuan Sword Qi

This woman is that Michiko Ikeda?Is this her real face?Zhao Jianhui has seen this woman three times, and her face is different each time.Zhao Jianhui couldn't help thinking to himself, where did You Xiaoran go, and who was that man in the car?

After Michiko Ikeda finished speaking coldly, she got into the car.When she started the car, Zhao Jianhui had already gone out like a ghost, and opened the trunk. Fortunately, the trunk of this car was not locked.Zhao Jianhui didn't even have time to hesitate, so he flew in.

Before he fully closed the trunk lid, the car started, and this woman was quite adept at driving, and the starting speed must be at least about [-] mph.

Zhao Jianhui estimated the time in the trunk, and the car drove for about an hour before it stopped.

"All of you, carry this woman in. Fujita-kun, can you come down by yourself?" Michiko Ikeda's voice came faintly from outside the car.

Then, I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the voices of several men and women, and the voice of the old man before getting into the car also said: "Go away, I'm not old enough for you to help me."

After waiting until there was no sound outside, Zhao Jianhui quietly got out of the car, only to find that the car was parked in a very elegant courtyard.

In the courtyard, there are green pines and green grass, towering antique buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, magnificent.Being in this quiet and pleasant courtyard with winding corridors, Zhao Jianhui almost thought that this was some kind of high-end place.However, the big blue characters on the building on the north side with white lights shining through made him feel dumbfounded. ——The third farewell hall of xx funeral home.Damn, why did you drive the car to such a place?

The courtyard is full of lush trees and green grass. It looks like a big garden. I didn't expect it to be in such a place.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't figure out why Michiko came to such a place, when there was a gust of wind behind him, Zhao Jianhui turned around suddenly, but his whole body was bullied in front of a man in black in an instant.The man in black originally attacked Zhao Jianhui sneakily, and seeing that he was about to hit Zhao Jianhui's back with a punch, who would have thought that the man turned around and immediately attacked with a leg.

The man in black was startled, and turned sideways to avoid Zhao Jianhui's flying kick.Zhao Jianhui struck like lightning, and struck the right shoulder of the man in black with his palm. The man in black suffered from the pain and lost all strength in his right shoulder.And Zhao Jianhui's left palm immediately slid down his shoulder to his wrist, twisted his backhand, immediately pulled his arm behind him, then raised his right fist and quickly punched the man in black behind the head .The man collapsed to the ground like noodles in an instant, his skull was shattered and he died instantly.

And it only took the blink of an eye for this whole journey to kill a big man in black.

It wasn't until this time that another man in black flashed out from Zhao Jianhui's right side.The cooperation between the two was tight, but the man in black never expected Zhao Jianhui's movements to be so swift.Seeing his companion fell to the ground, he immediately rushed up with his fists, the iron fist as big as a wheat bucket sandwiched the sudden sound of the wind, and his fists were as tight as punches towards Zhao Jianhui, as if every punch would kill him fierce.And Zhao Jianhui walked lightly, swayed his figure, and shuttled freely among the raindrops of fists.The two arms drew a circle of palm shadows, either pulling or leading or pulling or sending, dragging the huge figure of the man in black to this side.

Suddenly, Zhao Jianhui put his left hand on the right arm of the man in black, and with his strength, he slammed backwards and then swung forward instantly according to his momentum. The man in black immediately lost his center of gravity and staggered backwards.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jianhui moved closer to his body, covered his mouth from behind, and violently raised his right palm to slap five palms on the man in black's chest. The man was trembling heart-piercingly, but Zhao Jianhui couldn't let out any screams because his mouth was covered.

Zhao Jianhui let go and backed away, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.His body fell far away like a kite with a broken string, and fell under a pine tree, motionless.

Zhao Jianhui walked into the farewell hall on tiptoe, but saw that the terrazzo floor along the way was spotless.Going forward, the beautiful chandelier, the arc-shaped counter, and the shiny marble floor, if you don't see the pendant hanging down and the wreaths against the background, you will almost doubt that you are in a high-end hotel.

Facing Zhao Jianhui is the farewell hall where the farewell ceremony was held. On one side of the hall, there are two small halls with lights on, which may be used as a place for relatives and friends of the deceased to rest.

Zhao Jianhui was about to put his face on the glass to see what was going on inside, but unexpectedly, two men in black came out from another hall. Seeing Zhao Jianhui's wretched look, they faced him from behind without saying a word. Zhao Jianhui hit him with a round of fists.This was exactly what Zhao Jianhui wanted, and he said that it was just right for none of us to talk, so as not to alarm that bitch Michiko Ikeda again.

Seeing that the two rushed up at the same time, one punched his upper body fiercely, and the other focused on his lower three.two people one left

One and the other challenged themselves at the same time.Zhao Jianhui also didn't say a word, and swayed into the shadow of fist wind and legs, and three black figures were entangled together.

In the pinch between the two, Zhao Jianhui was like a graceful dancing crane, turning his body nimbly, taking advantage of the situation to fight back from time to time, driving the two into a panic.

But Zhao Jianhui wasn't in the mood to play cat and mouse with them, so he turned around and sped up his attack.He swung a black-clothed man aside with a feint, flew towards the other man suddenly, and slapped his chest with both palms, the man fell to the ground without hiding.

Zhao Jianhui turned around abruptly, and kicked the other person very quickly.Then the man in black who was hit screamed, his body flew out in the air, fell heavily on the wall of the hall, then fell to the ground, twitched, and finally let out a scream.

Damn, it's been a long time since I've fought with someone like this, I can't even grasp the strength.Zhao Jianhui was annoyed and hadn't straightened up yet.Suddenly there was an urgent sound breaking through the air, and Zhao Jianhui felt a strong wind hit his back suddenly. He was shocked. If he stood up according to the original posture, he would definitely be hit by the opponent.

Zhao Jianhui's mind flashed, but his body leaned forward without hesitation. After running a dozen steps forward, he felt that he was out of the opponent's attack range.Zhao Jianhui stopped on his heels and turned to stare, only to see Michiko Ikeda holding an unsheathed dagger in his hand, accompanied by two women in black, staring at him in disbelief.

"It's you again... It seems that you are lingering, and you want to fight against me?" Michiko Ikeda said in a cold voice.Zhao Jianhui snorted: "You are wrong, neither of us will let the other go."

"Kill him..." Before Zhao Jianhui could finish his sentence, the three-knife cold light flew in front of him.It seemed that the other two women were from the same school as Michiko Ikeda, and they used the same moves. The three short knives hung with the sound of the wind covering Zhao Jianhui's body in all directions.

Zhao Jianhui laughed loudly, and pulled one hand towards his waist, the belt around his waist immediately turned into a cold and stern sword aura. The woman in black who rushed to his left had no time to get back, she suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and almost spit out With a mouthful of blood, he held onto the wall with one hand to stabilize his figure.When I looked down, I found that from the neck down, the black clothes had been completely cut off by the other party, and the snow-white skin and red blood were intertwined. The scene was really indescribably magnificent.

Zhao Jianhui flicked the soft sword lightly with one finger, and the sword in his hand suddenly roared faintly.

"Hunyuan sword dance cuts the dawn, and Nanyuan poems sing and weave Xiayi.

Practice diligently for four seasons to keep your body and mind healthy, so that you can live as long as Peng Zu.

The vigorous physique shows the posture of an eagle, and the agile body holds the crane.

Comfortable and refined, the spirit is smooth, and the sword art is better than the past.

Go-getters cast their spirits with strength, while Mo Xie is flexible and bloody.

The sword has been in love with male and female since ancient times, and Long Yuantai's enmity and hatred are in mind. ..."

"What nonsense, take your life." Seeing his companion leaning against the corner dying, the murderer actually chanted poems to a broken sword.Michiko Ikeda and another girl in black yelled coquettishly, and rushed forward with the dagger in their hands.Zhao Jianhui couldn't stop chanting, and the long sword in his hand danced lightly.

"...Shen Yong's dragon chanted his luck, and his strong heart roared like a tiger, vibrating his wits.

Suppressing demons and warding off evil spirits and screaming out of their sheaths, swaggering and relying on the sky to cut thorns.

The ghosts and evil spirits subdue the thunderbolt, and the ghosts and monsters drink the sword energy. ..."

Since learning this set of sword techniques, it was the first time Zhao Jianhui used it on people.It's not that it hasn't been used before, but most of the objects used are rocks, trees and the breeze in the forest.

He didn't know how powerful this sword was. His master Ji Wuwei said when he passed the sword on, the Hunyuan sword should not be taken lightly, and it would return after drinking blood.But Michiko Ikeda and her two female companions really couldn't take it lightly. Zhao Jianhui felt threatened by the dagger in his hand. Therefore, this Hunyuan Sword, which has never been taken lightly, was unsheathed today.

Sure enough, he must drink blood, Zhao Jianhui's round swordsmanship cut open the chest and abdomen of a girl in black in less than three strokes.Michiko Ikeda and another girl in black frantically surrounded Zhao Jianhui with swords and swords. Just when Zhao Jianhui recited the sentence "...to create evil spirits and drink sword energy...", the other girl in black let out a stern voice. The screams followed.

Michiko Ikeda took five or six steps back, only to see clearly that another subordinate of hers had been pierced through by Zhao Jianhui's long sword.Zhao Jianhui flicked his wrist, and the sharp sword in his hand sliced ​​open the girl's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake, and roared to cover Michiko Ikeda.

In Zhao Jianhui's mouth, the verse began again:

"...the dragon dances vigorously through the Changhong, and the wind sweeps away the remaining clouds.

Poetry uses entering the world as its ambition, and swords use going out of the world to practice morality.

The soul of poetry and the way of swords share Mingde, and the sage of Wentao and martial arts can be expected.

Keep a low profile, keep a low profile and wear clothes with the sword.

Don't forget the old enemy when you put it into the sheath, flick the sword and enjoy your confidant.

Ai wears red and chivalrous clothes, and is invincible in the world with his sword.

Democracy and freedom are defended together, winning comrades and forging friendship. "

Continue to cry blood and shout for flowers...