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In full view of everyone, a blond man with flashy earrings walked over, stood in front of her chair, and performed a mechanical dance. His movements were skillful and neat, causing many people to whistle.

Others picked up their mobile phones and started filming.

After dancing neatly, he smoothed his hair and smiled at the girl in the gray skirt: "Hello, do you want to play the piano, miss? We can play together."

Yuan Yuan lowered his head, glanced at his seemingly friendly smile, and the few small pinpricks on his wrist under the cuffs, and looked away.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone and don't have time."

"I can wait with you." The man stuck to you like brown candy, came closer, and told him enthusiastically: "It doesn't matter how long it takes."

"It won't take long."

Yuan Yuan said softly, "They are coming."

Behind her, there was the screeching sound of tires scraping against the ground.

A huge truck suddenly stopped on the street. Behind the Waizhi Shoji logo, the door opened and several men who looked like workers jumped out.

They held barricades in front of the intersection.

At the other end of the street, another car also stopped and blocked the traffic hub, completely blocking this section of the busiest thoroughfare.

In fact, it's just a show.

They put up two roadblocks, parked a car, and then left their things behind and left.

There is also a large gap for people to enter and exit.

Leaving a shortcut for people to escape...

Like a dog hole.

The disturbing atmosphere spread quietly, causing the blond man's expression to stiffen.

Then, I heard a voice next to me.

"Sorry, give in."

Yuan Yuan glanced at him and said, "My performance is about to begin."

The piano box opened on its own at her feet, and the tiger's giant sword burst out with a sonorous whistle. The sharp and fine whistle was so harsh, with the penetrating power of a piano, that it spread in all directions in an instant.

Just like the cold wind, everyone's skin involuntarily tightens, trembles, and bulges.

The biting hostility surged like an hallucinatory tide, almost engulfing everyone.

The blond man's feet went weak, and he stumbled back subconsciously.

Finally, I realized the vicious nature hidden under that beautiful appearance. It was not the plaything he expected, but something beyond his imagination...a predator!

Now, right next to Yuan Yuan, the heavy giant sword revealed a ferocious cold light.

The tiger roars to make his presence known.

There was no need for the three of them to say anything. There was a tiger walking on the streets of the busy city, mercilessly provoking the opponents in its hunting grounds.

Tell them - I'm here.

Just on this wide long street, a performance without gentleness or grace is about to come.

"Tsk..."

The smoking man was stunned for a moment, and then he became regretful and unhappy.

The guard next to him immediately gloated: "I told you before, you should take care of it."

"I can't care about it." The smoking man stubbed out his cigarette, "I don't want to care about it... I'm just sorry."

"What's a pity?"

"I can never find such a suitable girl to be a model."

The man was helpless and had already foreseen the future: "I hope it won't cause too much trouble, otherwise it will be very troublesome to clean the road."

At that moment, the disturbed beasts raised their eyes.

In the warm music of the shopping mall, the exciting rhythm of the nightclub, and the hoarse singing of the nightclub, the samurai who were decorated with alcohol, beauty and even luxury invariably raised their eyes.

I feel the provocation from afar.

His thumb subconsciously pushed out the hilt of the sword at his waist...

Anticipated the struggle to come.

Behind the gate, under the overpass, and in the windows, those cold eyes looked here.

Compared to them, the managers here responded faster.

The man who no longer smoked stood idly by in the distance, but the old man in a robe could not sit idly by and asked with a cane: "Little girl, I don't know who you are looking for, but is it a bit too overbearing to suddenly close the road?" ?”

"Road closure?"

Yuan Yuan was confused and pointed behind him, "No, look, isn't the sidewalk quite spacious?"

It's like I don't understand anything.

After launching the provocation, he also considerately left a dog hole for his opponents to escape.

But any samurai who still has the strength to hold a sword would not think of this choice.

From this moment on, it was doomed: if you want to walk out of here in a dignified manner, the only way is to meet with swords...

"act recklessly."

The old man looked away in disappointment, lowered his head and looked at the limp blond man next to him: "Liu Dou, do you know her?"

"...No, I don't know him, it has nothing to do with me!" Liu Dou shook his head wildly, his face pale.

"Then why are you still lying down? Are you staying here to test the knife?" the old man yelled angrily. If it weren't for the fact that he was an acquaintance and subordinate, he would have left it alone: ​​"Get out!"

The man on the ground staggered to his feet, rolling and crawling in an attempt to escape, but soon he froze in place, daring not to make any more moves.

Feel the biting chill.

From the young man with a cold expression in front.

"Kamimiriu, Zoufang Yayoi——"

The young samurai opened the hood of his sweatshirt, revealing the solid hilt of the knife in the cloth bag he took off, and raised his eyes to stare at the provocateur.

"Have you figured out what you are doing, you crazy person?" he said, "I have no right not to kill women..."

"Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if he was beheaded by a woman?"

Yuan Yuan asked back, supporting the tiger in his hand, "No need to say more polite words, aren't the people in line behind still waiting?"

Just behind Yayoi Subo, dozens of ferocious killing intents rose up in the crowd. The warriors raised their scarlet eyes, already impatient.

At that moment, thunder broke out.

The hurricane spread in the roar of the sky.

Even before Yuan Yuan stood up from the chair, a cold iron light emerged from the torn cloth bag, sweeping forward along with Sufang Yayoi's sprint.

What jumped out from the bag that was too big to hold a sword was an exaggeratedly sized Odachi sword. It was surrounded by the fluorescence of running water, echoing the thunder, and wisps of electric light appeared.

The cold face in the background is like a ghost.

In an instant, it was close at hand.

Shuchichi!

But then, the chopping stopped abruptly, and he was stagnant in place.

Only the high-pitched sound of the collision of gold and iron spread. For a moment, everyone's eyes were blurred, and they saw only two sparks bursting out of the air.

The sharp sound stung everyone's eardrums.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides passed each other.

Sufang Yayoi's movements froze in place.

Only now did everyone see clearly...the weapons in his hands were two!

In addition to the Odachi sword, there is also a ribbed sword hidden in the back waist of the sweater.

——The so-called Kamimun-ryu is originally a dual-sword style!

But now, a gap has appeared on the Odachi, and the ribs have been broken at the waist, falling to the ground with a clang.

What also fell to the ground was the half-length drawstring on the hood of the sweatshirt...

There was a crack silently appearing on the sweatshirt, right in front of his throat. The remaining coldness penetrated into the bone marrow, causing a real pain like cutting his throat.

Sufang Yayoi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Just a moment ago, if there was even the slightest difference in the movements of the woman on the chair, my head would be different, just a little bit...

But from beginning to end, she didn't get up from the chair.

"Leave the knife and you can leave."

Yuan Yuan turned around to say goodbye, and then looked forward: "Next!"

Such a contemptuous gesture made the warriors' anger spread like a tsunami. In an instant, countless swords were unsheathed and clanged.

If it was originally the same attitude as watching a play, now before the tragic mistake, it has become unavoidable and serious.

On the high chair, Yuan Yuan was still holding the tiger on his knees and staring at his opponents.

wait.

The next person comes forward...

In the truck behind her, Hut in the Forest wore sunglasses and lay comfortably on the flat driver's seat, crossed his legs and whistled.

"There are two books at the beginning. Today is really a good day..."

collapse!

A high-pitched voice sounded, and his whistle paused.

Now, there are three books!

Right in front of Yuan Yuan, the man who drew the sword had a livid face and was holding on to the long sword in his hand, but under the tiger's suppression, the blade was still pressed down inch by inch.

The sword blade is already close at hand.

It was hard to hold up and I couldn't breathe.

As Yuan Yuan's hand holding the sword shook slightly and his wrist twisted, the tiny vibrations spread in an instant and were transmitted to the sword body, bursting out with the roar of a tiger!

This is vibrato!

The sudden shock spread along the contact between the blade and the blade, and the drummer's force that had not been unleashed instantly penetrated into the opponent's body, causing his vision to go dark.

By the time he reacted, he was already flying in the air and falling backwards.

Hit the ground.

The long knife came out.

"Next!"

Yuan Yuan spoke coldly, like a conductor sitting behind the window, reminding his opponents to line up in an orderly manner and fight in a civilized manner.

But in fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s not orderly, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a little barbaric.

In this way, the first, second, and third were solved with overwhelming force. After careful consideration, the fourth, fifth, and sixth were defeated, until the seventh and eighth began to besiege. Only then did she finally get up from the bench.

But the moment she stood on the ground, she was waiting for the ninth person to appear.

Waiting for the ninth opponent to stand in front of her...

Among the mess everywhere, there was only one high chair standing alone under the traffic light.

The warm-up exercise is finally over.

But I don't know why, even though it's a duel, it's hard to keep up the energy.

Facing an enemy ten times more than herself, she actually became distracted.

Inexplicably recalling the scene not long ago.

"Kid, this is your disease..."

Once, the monster-like old man said to himself: "If you don't solve it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to achieve real achievements in your life, right?"

When he said this, his smile was regretful and mocking, as if he was overlooking a tragedy that had nothing to do with him, and made an irresponsible judgment indifferently.

No tenderness.

However, he gloated at her embarrassment and cruelly defeated her until she didn't even have the strength to hold the sword.

"That's it for today." The old man shouldered the mace and waved coldly: "It's time to rest."

"Please wait a moment..."

In her daze, she subconsciously propped up her body and looked at the back, "What did you mean by what you just said?"