"Save me?" The black pursuer's eyes widened. Although he admitted that he was timid just now, but you said you came to save me, that's too much. Don't I want to lose face?
"Hehe, your tone is not small, so don't blame me for eliminating you all!" As he said that, he took out five spindle-shaped steel pieces from his pocket and said viciously.
The wind blew the young man's hair slowly, and his squinted eyes could not tell whether he was happy or angry. He gently put his hand on the knife at his waist and looked at the arrogant black pursuer quietly.
A shock wave rippled out from the black pursuer's hand, and five steel pieces were ejected like cannonballs with huge kinetic energy.
The young man's body bowed slightly, he held the scabbard and the handle of the knife firmly with both hands, put the blade close to his side, and squinted his eyes to look at the handle of his knife carefully.
Ji Qianming suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar. Wait, isn't this Tachibana Ukyo's sword slash in SNK? !
Invisible aura emanated from the soles of the young man's feet, and his drifting temples moved without any wind.
"No Knife Take, [Iai]!"
The young man groaned, leaving an afterimage on the spot in an instant. In the flash of lightning, he drew his sword and swung out a sharp crescent. The five steel shuttles with unparalleled momentum were lightly cut off by the light of the knife, and the wrapped The huge kinetic energy dissipated immediately.
Click!
The long blade was already sheathed, leaving a soft sound.
The whole process of drawing the sword, swinging the sword, and sheathing the sword was like flowing water, and the pursuer's killing move was defeated in the blink of an eye!
"It's so, so handsome!" Ji Qianming's eyes widened. He couldn't even see clearly the movements of drawing and swinging the sword just now, but the posture of slowly sheathing the sword was really handsome.
"#@#￥%!!" The black pursuer was also stunned and said a slang that no one could understand. Foreigners are so pathetic, they wouldn't even say shit in this situation.
The way he looked at the young man was different. If the attack had been directed towards his neck, he wouldn't even have time to react before his head would fall to the ground.
"Is the ability acceleration? It's really a tricky ability to combine with martial arts." The black pursuer snorted coldly, put on a posture that was nothing more than that, turned around without looking back, and left in an extremely arrogant manner.
Just kidding, one insidious and cunning Ji Qianming is enough for him. Add a young man who can behead him at any time, and he may really have to answer here today.
Well, let them go!
"Ahem, thank you." When Ji Qianming saw his pursuer swaggering away, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he walked to the young man's side and stretched out a hand.
"My name is Ji Qianming."
The young man squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and also extended a hand, "My name is Hanyuhara."
Ji Qianming was slightly startled. This young man's hands were covered with thick calluses, most of which were traces of sword practice.
Seeing that he is about the same age as himself, he can have such outstanding swordsmanship. Even if his ability can speed up his speed, his smooth swordsmanship can only be obtained through diligent practice day after day.
After shaking hands, Hanyuhara crossed his hands and put them into his wide sleeves, and said with a smile: "Qian Mingjun, how many tokens do you have?"
Ji Qianming took out two tokens from his pocket and said with a wry smile: "I only got two."
"Qian Mingjun needs to work hard." Hanyuhara took out a bunch of tokens from his sleeve, there were eight or nine of them, making a jingling sound.
This... a deep sense of frustration surged out of Ji Qianming's heart. It's not that I can't get it, it's just that I ran into two of them along the way.
Suddenly, Duanmu Qingyu's words came to his mind again, "In addition to your peach blossoms, it is also your own luck that is sealed. You may be very unlucky in the future..."
Okay, is this the world of African chiefs?
"Qian Mingjun, let's walk together next, and we will divide the tokens we encounter on the way equally." Hanyuhara suggested.
Ji Qianming immediately raised his hands and feet in agreement. Hanyuhara's combat power was extremely terrifying. He should be on the same level as the boss, and he also had thick thighs. And maybe he can save his luck as a non-Emirati.
Sure enough, the two of them came across a token just after walking a few steps. After some pushing and pushing, Ji Qianming took it.
"Qian Mingjun, look there is one there too."
"Hey, I seem to have stepped on a token."
"Huh? There was a pack of tokens dropped on the ground. They should have been left by the people who were eliminated. I'm really lucky today."
Ji Qianming:...
In just ten minutes, Hanyuhara picked up ten tokens. Every time he picked up a token, he would wave it at Ji Qianming with a smile. Ji Qianming suddenly felt the urge to draw a knife and kill himself.
Why? ! Can the gap between people be so big?
By the way, why do you smile like that at me every time? Are you irritating me on purpose?
Ji Qianming complained crazily in his heart, secretly branding Hanyuhara's image as a sinister man, smiling on the outside, but as dark as ink in his heart. Sure enough, anyone with squinting eyes is a monster, no matter what aspect...
boom!
An explosion suddenly came from the two o'clock direction, and the two figures paused and looked at each other.
"Are you going? Qian Mingjun."
Ji Qianming pondered for two seconds and then slowly said: "Let's go and take a look. There are two of us. Even if we can't fight, we should be able to run."
Hanyuhara nodded, and the two of them gently moved toward the direction of the explosion. However, only Hanyuhara was the only one who was truly silent. Every time Ji Qianming's feet hit the ground, they could make a creaking sound.
"How did you manage to walk without making any sound?" Ji Qianming asked in a low voice with sweat breaking out.
"It's very simple, just practice more." Hanyuhara replied calmly.
The sound of the battle was getting closer and closer to the two of them. Unlike the silent battle between Ji Qianming and the black pursuers, the battle here was extremely fierce, and therefore the sound of Ji Qianming's footsteps was well covered up.
Looking from behind the tree, the forest in front of me has been created into a vacuum zone. A pursuer in purple is standing calmly on one side, and on the other side are a bald boy and a timid girl who are full of fighting spirit.
These two are classmates at the same time, and both appear to be Chinese.
The bald boy's clothes were in tatters and his body was covered in wounds. He shouted and rushed towards the pursuer in purple.
The pursuer in purple rolled his eyes with a very reluctant expression. With a flick of his finger, a rock wall suddenly rose from the soil in front of the bald boy.
"I say it's time for you to take a rest. You've been rushing for so long like you're dying, and my ears are starting to ring with you shouting." Ziyi patted his ears and sighed.
The bald boy didn't pause at all. He made a fist with his right hand and slammed it against the rock wall.
boom!
The moment his fist hit the wall, a burst of fire emitted from his fist, and a violent explosion directly blasted a large crater into the rock wall.
He shook his hand, raised his head proudly, and said loudly: "I, Wu Di, will never admit defeat!"