Although these deadpools are crazy, if they are hit by such bullets, they will instantly cut off the eroded parts of themselves to prevent the wounds on their bodies from worsening.

After a full six shots, the Deadpool's chest was blown open by a spiral, and the back could even be seen from the front.

Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward with a cigarette in his mouth, and shot the deadpool directly in the head several times, and then watched helplessly as his ferocious golden eyes were extinguished in the wind and rain.

There was loud gunfire all around. Whether it was the Sheqi Eight Family or the Fierce Ghosts, they organized an attack effectively, and worked together to kill a Deadpool in twos and threes, until the ferocious monster was defeated step by step by the bombardment, and finally could no longer fight.

, the situation began to stabilize.

This war against evil spirits has already seen the dawn of victory.

No, to be precise, they were invincible from the beginning.

Yuan Zhisheng stood in the wind and rain watching this scene, especially when he saw the dreamy connection between the eight Sheqi families and the fierce ghosts.

He suddenly felt what was the reason for the hatred and resentment between the two major forces over the years?

Interest? Status? Or that great authority? But now it seems more like an absurd drama. No one knows when this drama will end, or whether it will continue to perform new absurdities.

He will soon take over the position of patriarch, and it seems that it is time for everything to change.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were cold and stern, and the sound of swords, guns and swords seemed to be shooting into the wind and rain.

If the end of the absurdity is a complete tragedy, this is definitely not what he wants to see. No matter how terrifying the ghost or god is at the end, as long as it infringes on what he cares about, he will definitely receive his killing blow.

Ta-ta-ta.

At this moment, the sound of small footsteps came from nearby. The other party seemed a little anxious. In the wind and rain, the old man's muttering to himself could even be heard.

It is completely conceivable that an old man selling ramen was about to close his stall and go home when he suddenly encountered a storm. Then he complained depressedly about the damn weather while hurriedly cleaning up the ramen stall.

Because the fragrance of ramen fills the air in the wind and rain.

Yuan Zhisheng was startled for a moment, then turned his head. An old man not far away caught his attention.

The other party was dressed in the authentic white linen clothes of a ramen chef, with a white square scarf covering his forehead, and a greasy word "Vietnam" shining brightly in the air.

The old man held a Japanese sword in each hand, with ancient patterns imprinted on the blade.

Yuan Zhisheng recognized it at a glance. This was a "Tang Dao" made by the Japanese after the shape of a weapon from the Tang Dynasty. This kind of antiquity would be on display in any museum in Japan, but now it is being used by this little-known

The old man held the ramen noodles in his hands like two ramen pins, but the key was that they were still dripping with gray-black blood.

Although these two ancient swords are extremely valuable, they are only of cultural relic value, and their materials are not very sharp. When they are cut on Deadpool, they will not only be shocked out of the gap, but the blades will even be corroded by the opponent's blood.

Yuan Zhisheng could already see the countless dense gaps on the blade like a hornet's nest. He must have cut the Deadpool a few more times before it completely broke and turned into two useless swords.

However, there are more than a dozen of these ancient knives behind the old man, and they are wrapped in an oilcloth. The oilcloth looks more like the apron of a ramen chef, with layers of marinade attached to it, which may not have had time to be replaced.

Why is this old ramen guy here? Did he come to the wrong place?

Seeing the other party's calm expression in the face of the dead servants around him, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

What kind of weird master is this? When the old man chopped down those dead waiters, he didn't even blink, as if he was chopping off pieces of braised meat.

"Boy, do you have a cigarette?"

The old man stepped forward and nudged Yuan Yuan with his elbow.

The latter's expression was ugly, because he clearly saw the old man's oily back rubbing his windbreaker.

However, he still took out a pack of Gentle Seven Stars from his body, took one out and handed it to the other party.

"Boy, didn't you see that my hands are free now?" The old man raised the two knives in his hands.

Yuan Zhisheng had no choice but to hand the cigarette to the other person's mouth, but this time he didn't say anything and directly helped the old man light the cigarette.

"Soft Seven Stars... This kind of woman's cigarette is still very exciting to smoke, soft and soft like a lover's hand caressing." The old man took a deep breath of the cigarette, then closed his eyes and thought about it.

Then he looked at Yuan Zhisheng, raised his eyebrows and said: "Boy, I didn't expect you also like to smoke this kind of woman's cigarette?"

"I love smoking this kind of cigarette, not that it is a woman's cigarette." Yuan Zhisheng emphasized.

At this moment, two more dead waiters came to attack him.

Before Yuan Zhisheng could draw his gun and shoot, the old man's figure shot out first.

"Boy, I see that you are also good at using a knife, but you are not very good at it. I just think of it as a thank you for this cigarette. Watch, old man, I will only do it once."

Yuan Zhisheng's face twitched. Although this old man seemed to have some strength, he was defeated twice tonight, especially in terms of swordsmanship. It can be said that he is already comparable to the master level.

Unexpectedly, I was killed by a...

However, the next moment, the man's eyes narrowed.

He saw that in the wind and rain, the old man drew a circle with his two swords. Just from this starting position, he could feel the unparalleled aura of solemnity.

First class in two days!

This is Miyamoto Musashi's surefire technique.

The so-called two heavens actually refer to yin and yang. When the two merge into one, they become chaos. Once a slashing attack breaks out, it is pure and absolute power. Even if there is steel or even a giant mountain in front of it, it will be cut through.

The old man swung his sword fiercely with unrivaled momentum, even the wind and rain surrounding him were scattered in fear.

The area around it suddenly formed a violent field with no wind or rain, and the murderous and blazing shadow of the sword covered almost every inch of the space.

The two dead waiters were like two pieces of braised meat on the chopping board, about to be sliced ​​into thin slices by the old man's two knives.

However, in the middle period, the old man's strength became more and more mellow, and his knife-wielding movements became softer and softer. He was like a carefree child playing under the clear sky. He swung the knife casually, but seemed to be integrated into the world.

Various ancient sword techniques are naturally displayed in the hands of the old man.

There is the Shinto Muken-ryu's "Shin'an Kedu", there is the Kogengen-ryu's "Shishin-ryu", there is the Kashin-Akechi-ryu's "Uogakuren-ryu" and the Yagyu Shinin-ryu's "Mutotori".

There are so many swordsmanship schools at your fingertips that Yuan Zhisheng was dazzled by them.

Originally, he was still immersed in the ferocious and domineering cutting will of the Kogeki Genryu's "Lion Gemon", but in a blink of an eye, the old man's sword skills changed into the "No Totori" of Yagyu Shininryu, as if Naha

Jue's long sword disappeared, and when it reappeared, the ghosts and gods were shocked, because by the time the ghosts and gods discovered the blade, it had already pierced the chest.

Yuan Zhisheng even saw the "Four Eight Phases" in the Heart-Shaped Sword Style and the "Rakshasa Ghost Bone" in the Eight Phases.

That was Yuan Zhisheng's sure-kill blow. Once it was struck, it would inevitably bring about a death-like bloody scene.

But now this attack broke out in the hands of the old man. Even though it was not aimed at anyone, it was just a cut on the two dead bodies, but Yuan Zhisheng, who was beside him, was also oppressed and his breathing became rapid.

One can imagine how brutal a blow it would be if this move were used to attack him.

In terms of sword skills alone, Yuan Zhisheng is really not sure that he can beat the opponent in this style, and there is a high probability that he will be defeated by him.

He was completely shocked.

You know, because of his strong interest and talent in swordsmanship, the Sheqi Ba family even invited celebrities in swordsmanship from all over Japan to be his teachers, so Yuan Zhisheng is proficient in almost all the essence of Japanese swordsmanship.

But it was this kind of proficiency that allowed him to see how terrifying the old man's sword skills were.

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Use the sword to communicate with the gods!

But how could such a person be an unknown old man with ramen?

No, he is not only unknown, he is simply down and out and pitiful.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the ramen chef's white hemp clothes on his body and couldn't help but think.

However, Uesugoshi seemed to be completely immersed in the emotion of freehand swordsmanship. He laughed loudly, and his laughter even drowned out the sound of the howling wind and rain.

Uesugi thought about his life that was rotten to the core. In order to transform him into a complete Japanese, his family forced him to instill a lot of Japanese knowledge, including sword skills.

In fact, he is very talented, especially in swordsmanship, but he has never shown it.

Now it was the first time that he used it freely, and without thinking, those ancient sword techniques came to mind. The so-called ultimate secret of Japanese swords is to use swords to connect with gods.

He didn't know when he had reached this point, because in the past few decades, he had never wielded a knife. If he hadn't saved the two lovers today, he would have continued to seclude himself until he left.

Enter your own graveyard.

"After fifty years of life, things go by like a dream. There is no immortal person in the world..."

The old man sang a harmony song.

Yuan Zhisheng heard it.

It was a poem sung by Nobunaga Oda, the hero of the Warring States Period, before the decisive battle at Okehazama. It was supposed to be the opponent's death poem.

Are you unwilling? Or are you relieved?

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't understand the emotion that this Japanese song wanted to convey, which made people feel conflicted and thought deeply for no reason.

Only then did he realize that the two Tang knives in the opponent's hands, which were about to break, had not broken yet, and seemed to have a thin layer of light attached to them.

When the old man finished singing a chorus, the two Tang knives in his hands completely shattered and turned into a cutting storm, killing the two dead men in front of him into a rain of blood.

"Boy, have you learned it?"

The old man held a cigarette in his mouth and looked up at the falling rain in the sky.

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but be moved by it.
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