Chapter 382 The rain is not over the sky

Xiao Ze was still holding the black iron battle knife in his hand. The battle knife was trembling, and a powerful fighting spirit burst out.

Xiao Zeduo will not surrender if one wants to kill himself!

Even the powerful upper-level strong men in the fifth stage of the Apocalypse must fight!

"Not dead?"

While Xiao Ze blocked his first wave of hidden weapon attacks, Kawashima Nobuo used two hidden weapon methods in succession. As the best among the Japanese Apocalypse samurai, hidden weapon is the foundation of Kawashima Nobuo's establishment. Kawashima Nobuo did not expect that his three hidden weapon attacks did not kill this Chinese kid!

"This kid should be much stronger than the upper level of the fourth stage of the Apocalypse mentioned in the intelligence!" Kawashima Nobuo narrowed his eyes, but he did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed over. Although he was shocked, Xiao Ze actually blocked his three hidden weapons. But he did not hesitate at all! Because this assassination must be fought quickly, and the longer the time delays, the more dangerous he is.

There are too many Apocalypse people in China. Even if any Apocalypse people can no longer be found in the information, Kawashima Nobuo, who is naturally cautious, dare not be careless.

"Wow." While rushing towards Xiao Ze, Kawashima Nobuo waved his hand and a sharp Japanese samurai sword appeared in his hand.

Xiao Ze was not willing to be outdone. With the help of the wall behind him, he rushed towards Nobuoy Kawashima.

Boom! Boom!

The two of them shook their bodies almost at the same time and collided. Obviously, Xiao Ze obviously lacked a lot in terms of speed and body skills, but it was not a problem to fight hard.

Xiao Ze used the standard Chinese sword, while Kawashima Nobuo used the standard Japanese samurai sword.

Both are masters of swords. When they approached, they both used their own powerful magical powers! Facing such powerful people, Xiao Ze naturally would not hide his weakness. Not only did he use Feng Xing Wuji, but he even used all the rain that had not yet understood it all!

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

The sudden sound of the swords hitting one after another was extremely crisp, and even passed to a very long distance.

In an instant, there were more than twenty battles, and each battle was extremely fierce and completely killer.

"Hu." Xiao Ze retreated suddenly and turned into a afterimage. He retreated directly to the wall he was leaning against before. He was full of fighting spirit. His eyes were staring at Nobuo Kawashima with cold eyes. The already injured tiger's mouth had not yet recovered yet, and his blood was dripping.

Xiao Ze looked at Kawashima Nobuo, his pupils shrank: "This Japanese man has such a terrible power, such a terrible sword technique. The knife is a one-sided blade, and it is a thick back! It is more conducive to slashing force. In terms of weapon competition, even two people with equal strength, they can use machetes to gain more advantage. My Chinese sword can exert its power to the extreme, but Japanese swords are more inclined to the sword in the sword, which is not as strong as the Chinese sword, and is worse than the Chinese sword in terms of flexibility. In terms of weapons, my strength is superior, but the power confrontation is not as good as his!"

Kawashima Nobuo's samurai sword is flexible and powerful, but not strong!

Xiao Ze's black iron sword focuses on strength and dominance, and flexibility is the weakness.

But even so, my strength is actually not as good as Nobuoy Kawashima!

"The information is wrong. This China must have the strength of the fifth stage of the Apocalypse, but at most it is the primary stage of the fifth stage of the Apocalypse. If he fights head-on, how can he be as good as me? He is not as strong as me in the wheel power, and he is far worse than Ren's flexibility." Kawashima Nobuo is full of confidence.

As a top-level strongman in the fifth stage of the Apocalypse, Nobuo Kawashima has absolute confidence.

"brush!"

Kawashima Nobuo had arrived in front of Xiao Ze like a ghost. The samurai sword was dancing very strangely. It was like a wave of phantoms, silently, either chopping or cutting.

Seeing that the opponent had to deal with him this time with speed and flexibility, Xiao Ze also used all the chaotic spiritual energy to his legs, and his speed reached its extreme in an instant.

The sword dances like a shadow and a illusion.

It was very strange, without any sound of interception. The two of them whistled again and again, and even separated after almost touching each other.

Xiao Ze's sword is clever and clumsy, without any gorgeous moves, only practical!

Nobuoy Kawashima's sword is strange and unpredictable, and is smart and mysterious.

And Nobuo Kawashima also has the upper hand! After all, Japanese swords are indeed better at flexibility than Chinese swords, and their strength is also stronger.

"You can afford it, I can't afford it, so go and die now!" Suddenly a hoarse voice sounded. Of course, this was Japanese, and Xiao Ze did not understand.

I saw that Kawashima Nobuo's eyes were faintly glowing, and the Japanese sword in his hand suddenly became extremely fast! A knife... roared towards Xiao Ze. When I looked at it suddenly, the knife was like a wheel made of a knife, and endless sword light continued to fall towards Xiao Ze. Kawashima Nobuo's eyes were full of fiery and madness.

At this moment, he had only killing in his heart, and the boundless sword shadow seemed to be about to submerge Xiao Ze.

"The rain is not all over the sky, the rain is not all over the sky!" From the opponent's endless sword light, Xiao Ze even felt the artistic conception of the rain is not all over the sky.

The rain is not everywhere in the sky. The most obvious artistic conception is to make your own sword attack your enemies continuously like a rainstorm in the sky, making the enemy unable to withstand this rainstorm attack at all.

The most obvious artistic conception of rain without rain is above the sky. Now Kawashima Nobuo's sword has a little bit of a sky.

Xiao Ze knew that the real rain was not full of the sky, and the artistic conception was above the rain, and the "sky" was just simple and superficial. But at this moment, being able to achieve the superficial rain was not full of the sky is already the biggest goal.

"The rain is not all over the sky!" Xiao Ze roared in his heart over and over again, and at the same time, he completely integrated into the realm of the sky. The sword in his hand was getting faster and faster, and it was not inferior to Nobuoy Kawashima at all.

"Baga!" "Baga!" "Baga!"...

Nobuo Kawashima roared while slashing wildly.

"China, you can't stop me!" Kawashima Nobuo was completely crazy, his surroundings were completely covered by sword shadows, and his speed seemed to be almost at the point of being possessed by the devil.

"laugh!"

Blood splattered and the violent killing of the two of them both expressed the word "fast" to the extreme.

Finally, Xiao Ze was still not as strong as Kawashima Nobuo, whose strength was far superior to his own because of his speed and flexibility, and his lower abdomen was scratched by Kawashima Nobuo's Japanese sword. It was supposed to be too fast, the Japanese sword instantly cut and blood immediately flowed out.

The two separated instantly!

"Little Japan, come again!" As soon as he parted, Xiao Ze roared angrily and rushed towards Nobuoy Kawashima again.

Nobuo Kawashima was a little surprised and had a abdominal injury. So he should try not to fight again as soon as possible. He stopped the blood first, otherwise the distance would only cause more and more blood to flow. He finally died. But now, he had not taken the opportunity to kill this china, and when he was injured, he actually took the initiative to kill himself!

"Chinese pig, it's really stupid!" Kawashima Nobuo roared, and the samurai sword once again cut across the sky, slashing directly at Xiao Ze with an unrivalled aura.

Xiao Ze held a battle knife in his hand, but slashed over at a faster speed.

The two of them collided directly again, and the sword shadows appeared again. For a moment, the surroundings were shocked, and the power was terrifying. With the head-on speed, the two of them were even comparable!

"Why is his speed a little faster!" Nobuo Kawashima was shocked.

His strength is far superior to that of China, and his speed and flexibility are better than his opponent. Especially since his opponent has been injured, his strength will inevitably be greatly damaged. Kawashima Nobuo can't figure out why the speed of China increases instead of decreasing.

"The rain is not all over the sky, the rain is not all over the sky..." Xiao Ze just yelled in his heart before, but this time, Xiao Ze roared.

At some point, Xiao Ze's sword technique suddenly changed.

The sword that was originally straightforward was just a clever trick, and it opened and closed, sometimes slashed wildly, sometimes slashed backward. But at this moment, the sword light seemed like a continuous stream of water, constantly hitting Kawashima Nobuo again and again.

"What's going on?" Kawashima Nobuo was shocked!

Xiao Ze's sword technique was like water, and it was endless. Nobuo Kawashima's Japanese swords all returned without success, but Xiao Ze did not leave a scar on Nobuo Kawashima's body.

"There is such a layer of artistic conception that rain does not have the sky..." Xiao Ze was completely immersed in the world of swords, which belongs to the realm of swords that rain does not have the sky!

"Wow!"

Xiao Ze's sword technique has changed again.

Before, some of Xiao Ze's swords were continuous and contained the sharpness of the sword! Some swords were as lingering as water and affecting the other party to entangle the other party again and again! Some swords were floating, uncertain, and quick and fast!

Xiao Ze used different styles of sword techniques at the same time, all of which were the artistic conception of water in the sword.

The rain of different moods was not over the sky, and Xiao Ze kept deducing it in his mind. Nobuoy Kawashima was his sword tester.

"Wow~~~~"

Some sword lights are like water, some sword lights are like lightning, and some are ethereal and uncertain.

Xiao Ze was extremely floating, advancing and retreating, and his sword skills were also changing, and a large number of sword lights whistling. For a time, the different sword lights that Xiao Ze fought... were like different rains, sometimes the soft sound of drizzle, sometimes the high pitch of heavy rain, sometimes the continuous light rain, sometimes the vast thunderstorm burst out...

Everything in the knife was completely melted into the water. When everything was picked up, Xiao Ze had a wonderful feeling, as if many sword techniques were coordinated and complemented each other, everything came naturally, and he didn't have to deliberately think about what kind of sword techniques he should come up with. Everything followed this wonderful feeling.

Don’t break this feeling, just follow this feeling and do it all!

"He is experiencing a new realm in this china!" At this time, Kawashima Nobuo finally realized something was wrong.

It's so terrible, so terrible. How terrible would it be if such a talent for swordsmanship be allowed to develop and grow?

The more I thought about it, the more shocked I felt. Such a peerless monster in China is a good thing for China, and definitely not a good thing for the Japanese Empire.

He must die and kill him at all costs!
Chapter completed!