When Ajin really faced Jiang Qijun, he felt that the terrifying aura of this man was rising little by little.

He was obviously just a young and inconspicuous swordsman, and he was just standing there, his movements didn't even change at all, but Ajin felt a sense of pressure coming from all directions.

He seemed to be a prey targeted by a wild beast, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

This sense of crisis made his adrenaline secrete rapidly, and he fell into extreme excitement.

He took out the dagger, pointed at Jiang Qijun, and smiled and provoked: "Practice?"

"Extremely happy!"

The answer to him was the wooden stick that Jiang Qijun whistled.

Quick! Almost elusive with naked eyes, a afterimage passed through the stick in the air.

The force is so strong that the strong wind blows the hair.

He used such a blow to smash the person just now?

Can't take it head-on!

Ajin immediately made a judgment in his heart, and his body suddenly tensed.

But before he could do anything, Jiang Qijun suddenly became frightened and opened his mouth and let out a roar:

"roar!!!"

The sound that was exactly like the roar of a real lion sounded from his mouth, making people wonder if this was really a sound that humans could make?

Take the power first, and win the power first!

This is the way to kill the energy that shows the flow.

When Jiang Qijun let out a lion-like roar, the glass in the entire corridor was trembling, and this moment was when his aura was at its peak.

The one I targeted before was not A Jin, he had not felt the real horror. But this time, when he became Jiang Qijun's target, when he saw Jiang Qijun roaring with ferocious roar, he fell into a moment of loss of consciousness, and the buzzing sound was still echoing around his ears.

The step that originally wanted to retreat took a slower step, but this half step was fatal!

Already...can't hide anymore!

He subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, but when his arm touched the wooden stick, he heard a "crack" sound...

Ajin staggered back a few steps, fell to the ground, and his left arm was twisted strangely.

"Um~~~~~~~"

He covered the wound tightly, gritted his teeth with all his might, his eyes raised outwards, and the severe pain caused the veins on his forehead to burst out, and sweat instantly spread across his forehead.

Jiang Qijun gasped, took a step back, looked at A Jin who was lying on the ground, and grinned: "I said so well, is this the only skill in the end?"

“??(Western Eight)…”

Ajin gritted her teeth, her white lips kept trembling, not knowing whether it was painful or angry.

He began to yell at the people around Jiang Qijun, angrily yelling, and said a lot.

"Isn't it Japanese... Korean?"

Jiang Qijun frowned. Although he couldn't understand Korean, he could still understand the words "Xiba" of this woman-dressed man.

Before he could think too much, Yu Guang's gaze captured the dagger that stabbed him in the vital corner.

Jiang Qijun quickly returned to his sword and closed his momentum, and with a backhanded slash, he slashed from bottom to top and slashed away.

The enemy who attacked him was instantly hit on the chin and was picked out.

The remaining two people rushed towards Jiang Qijun fiercely. The experience of fighting with many sword heroes in their dreams made him not lack practical experience. He took steps under his feet and adjusted his body while avoiding the attack.

Just as he wanted to accumulate momentum to launch another sword, a shadow was shrouded behind him, and he lowered his body almost like a conditioned reflex to avoid it, but a slight stinging sensation came from his arms.

Jiang Qijun looked at his arm that had been cut through a hole and looked behind him in surprise.

“Hh…Hh…”

Ajin had already stood up at some point. Although his left arm was still hanging weakly, the dagger blade held in his right hand was stained with blood.

He smiled, then coughed violently, changed a few breaths, and looked at Jiang Qijun quite happily.

"Can you still stand up?"

Jiang Qijun was really surprised. He thought that this man in women would have to roll on the ground, but he didn't expect that his arm would be broken and could stand up so quickly. His willpower was extremely tenacious.

This made him make a mistake in his judgment and he was a little lazy in the attack behind him.

But next, he won't make such a mistake again!

"Don't underestimate people, bastard!"

Ajin seemed to feel despised by Jiang Qijun, and his face turned red in an instant, and he roared at him.

The moment he set off, the two people who were still fighting power around Jiang Qijun also launched an attack instantly and attacked him with daggers.

Jiang Qijun was attacked by the back and forth, and the enemy's skills were not comparable to ordinary gangsters.

However, this made him feel full of fighting, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

"You are the ones who really underestimate people!!!"

He roared and rushed up.

"I want to deal with me, I'll have ten times more people, bastard!!!"

It’s another matter whether you can beat it or not, and your momentum must be in place!

Taking advantage of the length of the wooden stick in his hand, Jiang Qijun swung out directly from the two enemies directly opposite him: "Miscellaneous fish, get out!"

While he repelled the two of them, he had no time to withdraw his momentum and return his sword to deal with the attack behind him.

He directly punched the hammer and smashed it viciously behind him.

A Jin was hit by him and bleeding from his mouth and nose. He staggered backwards, and his right dagger fell to the ground unsteadily, but he reacted quickly, grabbed Jiang Qijun's collar tightly, and put his whole body on him, trying to use his own weight to overwhelm Jiang Qijun.

“??(Western Eight)!!!”

He shouted angrily, and Jiang Qijun and others rushed into the open door from the corridor.

...

Inside the house, the lights were not turned on and the curtains were already pulled up, making a trace of light that was not clear.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the sound of glass being damaged was followed.

“Hh…Hh…”

In the room, heavy breathing sounded.

After a while, the lights were turned on.

Jiang Qijun stood in the living room, the wooden stick in his hand was already a little curved.

He gasped, looked at A Jin who was lying in the slag of glass on the ground, and shook his head and said to himself: "To be honest, although I am a sword practitioner, no one really thinks that the swordsman can't be beaten if he is approached, right? I can do it with some sleeping skills."

This man in women entered the house and wanted to use the dark environment to fight Jiang Qijun with his sleeping skills, but he was nullified from the beginning. In addition, Jiang Qijun's strong body has an overwhelming strength advantage, so he has no chance of winning at all.

In the end, Jiang Qijun fell over his shoulder and fell directly on the coffee table. I guess no matter how strong his willpower is, he will not be able to stand up.

Jiang Qijun sat on the sofa, took a few breaths, and adjusted his breathing.

The way of playing with a big opening and closing is a huge consumption of physical strength. Even if his physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, he feels a little bit difficult after relaxing, and his back is already wet with sweat.

In addition, it's a throat-burning one's body.

He rested for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Just as he approached the bedroom and was about to knock on the door, the bedroom door opened.

In the dark bedroom, an object with silver light was facing his forehead.

It was a pistol.
Chapter completed!