The knife is out.

In an instant, the light of the sword flashed across the courtyard, and the cold light shocked the winter plum blossoms on the branches. It was really fast, like lightning.

Qu Yong's soul was also about to be taken away by this sword, but the copper-faced man was faster. He clasped and grabbed his five fingers, and his unicorn steps were like a ghost, and he had already taken a step away before the light of the sword arrived.

"It's not over yet!"

The moment the bronze-faced man dodged the draw of the sword, a change occurred. Muramasa's left hand had already moved. His left hand was faster. To be precise, the draw of the sword with his right hand was just a feint.

The scabbard is the real draw of the sword.

"Second Stage Drawing Technique!" cooperates with the scabbard attack to fill the time gap when drawing the sword and make up for the shortcomings in the speed of drawing the sword.

The moment he drew the sword, he stepped out with his right foot. When the first slash was in line with his right shoulder, he stepped out with his right foot in an outward and backward direction. At the same time, he used the explosive power of his waist to swing out with his left hand holding the scabbard, striking the target first.

It was the chest and abdomen of the bronze-masked man, but the moment the bronze-masked man avoided it, the second blow from the scabbard had already come out.

Although the scabbard is not sharp, it is fast, ruthless, and cunning enough. Muramasa's second-stage sword drawing skills are extremely proficient. This is his true strength!

This kind of weird martial arts, which is very different from that of Middle-earth, was obviously not expected by even the bronze-faced man. However, his body reaction was much faster than his mind. In the second stage, he drew his sword to the extreme, and his right elbow

My skin felt numb for a while, which was a sign of sensitivity.

He did not retreat, but instead, his energy and blood instantly surged to his elbow. With a "bang", his right elbow turned into the tip of an iron-green spear. The tip of his elbow turned into heavy spear shadows and he faced him head-on.

This move is both like the elbow strike of Baji Quan and the "Snow Qianzang" of Yue Shi Sanshou.

"Boom" a loud noise!

After Muramasa and the bronze-faced man struck a blow, they both stood stunned on the spot, silent for a long time. Only the scattered plum blossoms withered.

"Gacha..."

There was a soft cracking sound, and a thin invisible crack appeared in the scabbard of the demon sword Muramasa, and then expanded rapidly. Finally, the scabbard was broken into several pieces, and only a small piece was left in Muramasa's hand.

"I lost."

Muramasa bowed his head and admitted defeat. After all, the scabbard was a scabbard, not a real blade. If it had been replaced by a blade just now, the copper-faced man's elbow would not have dared to go up head-on. Then it would be difficult to say the outcome.

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"Since I lose, I will keep my life."

Before Qu Yong could understand what he meant, with a flash of the sword, Muramasa had committed seppuku.

Qu Yong didn't expect that in this day and age, Japan would commit suicide by committing seppuku after a single attack. It's really scary to think about such a person.

"Who is he and who did he come for?"

The copper-faced man stepped forward and smoothed Muramasa's eyelids, and then said: "As long as you see someone taking his body, you will know who is behind it."

Qu Yong said: "Then, what is the purpose of the person behind this?"

The copper-faced man said nothing, waved his cloak and left.

"Hey... this person is always so cool, but he doesn't explain himself clearly." Qu Yong looked at the blood constantly pouring out on the ground, and was really troubled, "How should we do the aftermath?"

the next day.

Just in a Tokyo market, there is a coffin.

A very ordinary coffin, made of pine wood, can be found in most coffin shops. Behind the coffin, sitting cross-legged, is a young man with a tanned skin, a round head, and a pair of eyes that look like a devil or a concubine.

The latest chapter of Qingtianxia.

On his knee lay an unsheathed sharp blade, its green light gleaming brightly and captivatingly.

A coffin, a person, and a knife were placed in a market in Tokyo, the capital of Japan, attracting passers-by to watch.

"Is this performance art?"

"What's the point?"

At this time, some attentive people saw that there was actually a line of words on the side of the coffin, which was written in Chinese: "Replace with a gold coffin."

Some of the passers-by also knew Chinese. As soon as the explanation was given, everyone laughed, "Nani?"

"This young man seems to be crazy about money. He actually exchanged such a cheap pine coffin for a gold coffin?"

But no matter how much passersby laughed at him, the young man sitting cross-legged still smiled and remained calm. This young man was naturally Qu Yong.

Yesterday, he thought about it for a long time and finally came up with this idea. He sewed up the wound on Muramasa's abdomen with needle and thread to stop the bleeding. Then he bought a coffin, put it in, and carried the coffin to the area in a grand manner the next day.

Come to the market to sell.

There are many people watching, but who would have thought that there is really a dead person lying in this coffin. Even if he told it, no one would believe it.

Of course, if he knows the details, the person behind this ninja will definitely come to buy this coffin. Even if he doesn't come to buy it blatantly, he will definitely appear nearby to observe the situation. As long as someone with a heart comes over, he will secretly buy the coffin.

You can find this person by looking at the copper-faced man.

No matter how cunning the fox is, he will fall into the hunter's trap in front of the bait.

Seeing that the sun was approaching noon, although there were many people watching, they either regarded Qu Yong as a performance art or a psycho. There was no suspicious person. On the contrary, he was worried that the temperature had risen and there would be corpses in the coffins.

The smell of blood should not be exposed. If a body is exposed to the public, it will inevitably be invited by the Japanese police to drink tea at the police station. Although he committed suicide, it is still troublesome.

Just when Qu Yong was a little worried, a van finally drove over and in front of him, a bald middle-aged man jumped out. His face was sallow. He kept wiping sweat with a handkerchief and said in Japanese: "I want this coffin."

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"Ah?" Qu Yong shook his hand and pointed to the words on the coffin, indicating that he could only speak Chinese.

"Oh." The bald middle-aged man said in blunt Chinese: "I'll switch with you."

Qu Yong was stunned. He didn't expect that someone would actually trade gold for this coffin. "Where's the gold?"

"I'll write you a check. This amount will definitely be enough to buy a gold coffin of the same weight." The bald middle-aged man took out a check from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it to Qu Yong. The amount on it was indeed very large.

Qu Yong glanced at the check and said: "In addition to the corpse, I also have a knife to sell you."

The bald middle-aged man lost his voice and said: "Aren't knives sold together with coffins?"

"Who said that?" Qu Yong said with a smile: "A coffin is a coffin, and a knife is a knife. When I do business, I always clearly mark the price." After he finished speaking, he felt funny. He was like a profiteer!

"You! You!!" The bald middle-aged man wiped the sweat desperately again. Obviously he did not expect that Qu Yong would take advantage of it. He turned around anxiously, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! How much do you want? I can use the same weight.

gold to buy.”

"You are wrong." Qu Yong said: "I don't want gold."

"Then what do you want?"
Chapter completed!