Chapter 442 Hunyuan Sword Qi

Chapter 442 Hunyuan Sword Qi

Is this woman the Michiko Ikeda? Is this her true face? Zhao Jianhui has seen this woman three times, and her face is different every time. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but wonder to himself, where did he get You Xiaoran, and who was the man in the car?

Michiko Ikeda finished speaking coldly and got into the car. When she started the car, Zhao Jianhui had already walked out the door like a ghost and opened the trunk. Fortunately, the trunk of the car was not locked. Zhao Jianhui didn't even have time to hesitate before he flew in.

The car had already started to move before he had completely closed the trunk lid. This woman was quite frightened at driving, and her starting speed had to be at least eighty miles.

Zhao Jianhui estimated the time in the trunk. The car drove for about an hour before it stopped.

"You guys, carry this woman in. Mr. Fujita, can you get out by yourself?" Michiko Ikeda's voice came faintly from outside the car.

Then, I heard a clutter of footsteps and the voices of several men and women talking. The old man's voice before getting on the bus also came over: "Go away, I'm not old enough to let you help me."

Waiting until there was no sound outside, Zhao Jianhui quietly got out of the car and found that the car was parked in a large and elegant courtyard.

The courtyard is full of green pines, green grass, majestic antique buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and is magnificent. Being in this large, quiet and pleasant courtyard with winding corridors, Zhao Jianhui almost thought this was some kind of high-end place. But the large blue characters on a building directly to the north made him feel dumbfounded. ——The third farewell hall of xx Funeral Home. Damn it, why did you drive the car to a place like this?

The courtyard has lush trees and lush green grass, and it looks like a big garden. I didn't expect it to be in such a place.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't figure out why Michiko would come to a place like this. A gust of wind sounded behind him. Zhao Jianhui suddenly turned around, but his whole body was suddenly bullied in front of a man in black. The man in black originally attacked Zhao Jianhui secretly. He was about to hit Zhao Jianhui's back with a punch, but he didn't know that the man turned around and immediately attacked with a kick.

The man in black was suddenly startled and turned sideways to avoid Zhao Jianhui's flying kick. Zhao Jianhui struck out like lightning and struck the man in black on the right shoulder with his palm. The man in black suffered pain and his entire right shoulder suddenly lost strength. And Zhao Jianhui's left palm immediately slid along his shoulder to his wrist, and with a twist of his backhand, he immediately pulled his arm behind his back, then raised his right fist and quickly hit the man in black on the back of the head. . The man collapsed to the ground like a noodle in an instant, his skull was shattered and he died immediately.

And it only took the blink of an eye for a big man in black to lose his life.

Only then did another man in black flash out from the right side of Zhao Jianhui. The two people cooperated very closely, but the man in black never expected that Zhao Jianhui would move so quickly. Seeing his companion fall to the ground, he immediately attacked with fists. His iron fist, which was as big as a wheat bucket, caught the sudden sound of wind, and punched towards Zhao Jianhui like a fist, as if every punch would kill him. The ferocity. Zhao Jianhui's steps were nimble, his body swayed, and he shuttled freely among the rain-like fists. The two arms drew circles of palm shadows, leading, pulling, pulling or sending, dragging the huge figure of the man in black to stagger.

Suddenly, Zhao Jianhui put his left hand on the right arm of the man in black, used the force to swoop backward and followed his momentum and swung forward instantly. The man in black immediately lost his center of gravity and staggered backwards. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Jianhui came close to him, covered his mouth from behind, and violently raised his right palm to slap the man in black's chest five times in a row, but he heard the sound of a beating in the man's chest like a broken drum. It made the man tremble heartbrokenly, but he couldn't scream because Zhao Jianhui covered his mouth.

Zhao Jianhui let go and stepped back, blood spurting from the corner of the man's mouth. The body fell far away like a kite with broken strings, and fell under a pine tree, unable to move.

Zhao Jianhui walked quietly into the farewell hall, but saw that the terrazzo floor was spotless along the way. Further forward, there are beautiful chandeliers, arc-shaped counters, and the shiny marble floor. If it weren't for the drooping curtains and wreaths, it would make people feel like they are in a high-end hotel.

Facing Zhao Jianhui is the farewell hall where the farewell ceremony is held. On one side of the hall, there are two small halls with lights on, which may be used for the rest of the family members and friends of the deceased.

Zhao Jianhui was about to press his face against the glass to see what was going on inside, but unexpectedly, two men in black clothes came out of another hall. Seeing Zhao Jianhui's wretched look, they faced him from behind without saying a word. Hit Zhao Jianhui with his round fist. This played into Zhao Jianhui's plan, he thought it would be best if no one said anything, so as not to disturb that bitch Michiko Ikeda again.

Seeing two people rushing up at the same time, one punched his upper plate and the other focused on his lower three lanes. Two people and one left

One right and the other attacked themselves at the same time. Zhao Jianhui also didn't say a word, and swayed into the shadow of the fist wind and legs, and three black figures were entangled together.

In the trap between the two of them, Zhao Jianhui was like a dancing black crane, turning his body nimbly and taking advantage of the situation to counterattack from time to time, forcing the two of them to panic.

But Zhao Jianhui was not in the mood to play cat and mouse with them. He turned around and sped up his attack. He pushed a man in black aside with a feint, then flew to another man and slapped him in the chest with both palms. The man had nowhere to hide and fell to the ground.

Zhao Jianhui turned around suddenly and kicked the other man with a swift kick. The man in black screamed and flew into the air. He fell heavily on the wall of the hall, then fell to the ground, twitched, and finally let out a scream.

Damn, I haven't fought with anyone like this for a long time. I can't even control my strength. Zhao Jianhui was annoyed and hadn't stood up yet. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound that broke through the air. Zhao Jianhui suddenly felt a gust of wind hit his back. He was shocked. If he stood up according to the original method, he would definitely be hit by the opponent.

Zhao Jianhui's mind flashed, but he leaned forward without stopping. He ran forward for more than ten steps before he felt that he was out of the opponent's attack range. Zhao Jianhui stopped and turned around to stare, but saw Ikeda Michiko holding an unsheathed dagger in her hand, accompanied by two women in black, staring at him with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"It's you again... It seems that you are still haunting me and are determined to go against me?" Ikeda Michiko said in a cold and clear voice. Zhao Jianhui snorted: "You are wrong, neither of us will let the other go."

"Kill him..." Before Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, three cold swords had already flown in front of him. It seems that the other two women and Ikeda Michiko are from the same school, and the moves they use are also the same. The three daggers covered all parts of Zhao Jianhui's body with the sound of wind.

Zhao Jianhui laughed loudly and pulled his hand to his waist. The belt around his waist immediately turned into a cold sword. The black-clad woman on his left had no time to retreat. She felt a pain in her chest and almost spit out blood. She held the wall with one hand to stabilize her body. When she looked down, she found that her black clothes had been completely cut open from below her neck. The snow-white skin and red blood were intertwined. The scene was indescribably magnificent.

Zhao Jianhui flicked the soft sword with one finger, and the sword in his hand suddenly roared faintly.

"The Hunyuan sword dances in the morning light, and the Nanyuan poems weave the rosy clouds.

Practice diligently for four seasons to keep your body and mind healthy, and live as long as Peng Zu.

The strong body shows the posture of an eagle, and the agile body shows the demeanor of a crane.

Practice with a relaxed mind and a smooth mind, and the sword skills are getting better and better.

Gan Jiang is strong and casts the spirit, and Mo Ye is flexible and bloody.

The sword has always loved male and female, and Longyuan Tai'a remembers the enmity...."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Come and die." Seeing his companion leaning against the wall and dying, the murderer actually chanted poems to a broken sword. Michiko Ikeda and another girl in black shouted and rushed up with the short knives in their hands. Zhao Jianhui kept chanting, and the long sword in his hand danced.

"…The deep chanting of the dragon roars to summon confidence, the heroic roar of the tiger awakens the weak.

The sword is unsheathed to suppress demons and exorcise evil spirits, and it cuts through thorns with its might.

The evil spirits are subdued by thunderbolts, and the evil spirits drink the sword's energy...."

Since learning this sword technique, this is the first time Zhao Jianhui has used it on someone. It's not that he hasn't used it before, but the objects he used it on were mostly rocks, trees, and the breeze in the forest.

He didn't know how powerful this sword was. When his master Ji Wuwei taught him the sword, he said that the Hunyuan Sword should not be used lightly, and it would be better to drink blood and return. But Michiko Ikeda and her two female companions were really not to be taken lightly. The short knife in their hands made Zhao Jianhui feel threatened, so this Hunyuan Sword, which had always been used lightly, was unsheathed today.

As expected, it would drink blood. Zhao Jianhui's Hunyuan Sword Technique had cut open the chest and abdomen of a girl in black in less than three moves. Michiko Ikeda and another girl in black surrounded Zhao Jianhui like crazy, with their swords blazing. Just when Zhao Jianhui recited the formula "...the evil spirits drink the sword energy...", another girl in black screamed.

Michiko Ikeda stepped back five or six steps, and then she saw clearly that another subordinate of hers had been pierced through the abdomen by Zhao Jianhui's long sword. Zhao Jianhui shook his wrist, and the sharp sword in his hand cut open the girl's abdomen like a poisonous snake, roaring towards Michiko Ikeda.

Zhao Jianhui started singing again:

“…Dancing like a dragon, it penetrates the long rainbow, and the wind sweeps away the remaining clouds.

Poetry expresses ambitions in the world, and swordsmanship is used to practice morality.

Poetry and swordsmanship are both moral, and the saints of civil and military strategies can be expected.

Hide your light and bide your time, and wear your sword. Keep the constant and do nothing.

When you sheath your sword, don’t forget your old enemy, and enjoy your confidant.

Love wears red clothes and chivalrous clothes, and wields a sword to conquer the world.

Defend democracy and freedom together, and win over fellow travelers to build friendships.”

Continue to cry out for money and money…