When everyone heard Qin Mo's voice, they were stunned. Zhang Yuanze laughed loudly, his face full of mockery.

Masato Fukuyama looked back at Wang Ze, and said in shock and anger: "Wang Ze, are you deliberately delaying time! You want to wait until the people who can form come and catch us all in one place!?"

Plop!

Wang Ze was so scared that he fell to the ground and shouted loudly: "Master Fushan! I must not dare! Maybe the password is wrong...or...or the fingerprint should be on Zhang Yuan's other hand!"

"Give me the knife!"

Masato Fukuyama immediately grabbed a samurai sword and cut off Zhang Yuan's other hand.

"Um!"

Zhang Yuan clenched his teeth, cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and the spirit in his eyes became dimmer...

Qin Mo threw away the broken palm in his hand in disgust, took the other palm, and after trying it, he immediately said in surprise: "It's indeed the fingerprint of this hand, and the password is correct, it's o813!"

The next moment, I heard a slight clicking sound, and I saw that the Force Lock had already left Qin Mo's body.

Without the Force Lock, Qin Mo immediately felt relaxed, and the true energy in his dantian could also be transferred a lot, which immediately made him feel energetic and an unhidden smile appeared on his face.

"Master Fushan! You see, what I said is right! I really defected to you!" Wang Ze immediately said loudly when he saw this.

Masato Fukuyama nodded with satisfaction, and his expression of looking at Wang Ze relaxed a lot, which made Wang Ze feel relieved.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly roared, his abilities surged, and he took every effort to apply his abilities to Masato Fukuyama's samurai sword.

"Damn, don't even think about living if grandpa dies! Kill me!!"

Swish!

I saw the samurai knife in Fukuyama Masato's hand slashing at his throat uncontrollably.

"not good!"

Masato Fukuyama's face changed drastically, and he tried hard to stop the samurai sword with both hands, but his strength was really pitiful compared to Zhang Yuan's ability.

"My heart is as iron as iron!"

Qin Mo reacted very quickly, and saw him immediately stretching out his two fingers to block the path that the samurai sword must pass.

After a click, a cold light flashed in front of the eyes of Masato Fukuyama!

"hiss!"

Masato Fukuyama was so painful that he gasped in a cold breath. He felt that the skin on his neck seemed to have been cut. When he touched it with his hands, it was covered in blood, but his injuries were not severe, and it was far from dead.

And looking at the samurai sword, it was broken into two pieces.

And there were also traces of blood on the half-samurai sword in his hand.

"Damn it!" Zhang Yuan's eyes were full of reluctance.

"roar!"

At this time, the dull man next to Masato Fukuyama also moved. He immediately rushed towards Zhang Yuan in anger. After lifting Zhang Yuan's broken body, he immediately inserted his palm into Zhang Yuan's chest like a knife.

After a slap, the dull man's hand knife inserted Zhang Yuan's chest into the opposite direction!

The dull man didn't give up yet, and then grabbed Zhang Yuan's chest and abdomen with his hands before retracting his palm.

Zhang Yuan's pupils became infinitely loose and his vitality quickly disappeared, but his broken body still stood tenaciously on the ground and refused to fall down!

"Get out of here, piggy!"

Fukuyama Masato's low body jumped up and kicked Zhang Yuan hard.

The foot was so strong that Zhang Yuan's body immediately flew high, smashed the window and flew out of the building.

A few seconds later, the sound of heavy objects falling came downstairs.

"Qin Mojun, Aligado's bitterness hits a lot of miso!"

Masato Fukuyama was slightly angry and immediately thanked Qin Mo for gratitude. If Qin Mo hadn't been there just now, he would have committed suicide...

"What did you say?!" Qin Mo frowned slightly. He didn't understand Mandarin.

"Qin Mojun, I was just expressing my gratitude to you! Oh, by the way, if what I expected was not bad, what you should be practicing the Ruthless Sword Art, right?" Masato Fukuyama said, and stopped bleeding in an orderly manner.

"How do you know?!" Qin Mo was shocked.

"Haha, I can't hide it. My ancestors were Xu Fu from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period! So I still know some secret Chinese martial arts." Xu Fu said lightly.

"You have great vision, and I am indeed using the Ruthless Sword Technique." Qin Mo nodded.

This ruthless sword technique was obtained by him and his wife Li Ruyu inadvertently after entering the secret treasure. He has practiced for a long time, but his progress has not been fast.

"Qin Mojun, in fact, Wuqing Sword Art is simple and simple, and difficult, it depends on how you practice it!" said Masato Fukuyama.

"Oh? What does this mean?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

"It is naturally difficult for those who are in love to practice the ruthless sword technique! But if the ruthless sword technique is in the hands of the ruthless man, it will immediately shine and even be comparable to the heavenly level skill!" Fukuyama Masato said slowly.

"real?!"

Qin Mo was shocked. The Wuxu Sword Technique was just a ground-level skill. If it could be used to exert the power of the heaven-level skill, it would be terrifying.

"Brother Fushan, let's leave here quickly and go to a quiet place to talk about it!" Qin Mo said anxiously.

Masato Fukuyama smiled unfathomablely, waved his hand, and said, "Brother Qin Mo, if you want to improve your skills, you will have a great opportunity now. It depends on whether you have such courage!"

"Please tell me!" Qin Mo's expression condensed.

"It's very simple. If I remember correctly, the first move of the Wurong Sword Technique seems to be called... Tieshi Heart! I wonder if it's right?"

"You know all this?" Qin Mo was shocked.

"Haha, if I expected it was right, I'm afraid Brother Qin Mo wouldn't even be successful in the first move. If you cultivate your iron heart, your fingers will probably not bleed now." Fukuyama Masato said as he looked at Qin Mo's bleeding fingers.

That's right, although Qin Mo blocked the samurai sword just now, he was not feeling well. His fingers were severely damaged and his bones were injured.

However, due to his face, he did not say it out loud. Unexpectedly, he was mentioned in person by Masato Fukuyama at this moment, which made him a little unhappy.

At this time, Masato Fukuyama smiled slightly, took out the healing powder from his arms, first applied it to Qin Mo's fingers, and then wiped a little on his neck.

This action surprised Qin Mo again, and the unhappiness just now disappeared immediately.

This time, coupled with the grace of rescuing just now, the relationship between the two was immediately closer.

After Qin Mo bandaged his fingers, he immediately asked: "Please continue to say, what opportunities are there to improve my ruthless sword technique now?!"

"Haha, I've already said it very clearly. As long as you can practice the first iron heart, your subsequent moves will definitely be more powerful and your cultivation will be extremely fast!"

"Of course, the most important thing is that if you can achieve the first stage of cultivation, it also means that you really have a ruthless heart, which is exactly in line with the ruthless sword technique!"

"And now... haha, there are so many people in this hospital... and they are all unarmed pigs... I believe that the Qin Mo brothers have killed too many times, and even if they are so hot, they will probably become cold... I say that, do you understand..." Fukuyama Masato smiled evilly.

As soon as these words were said, everyone was creepy!
Chapter completed!