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Chapter 133 The Old Liar

Chapter 133 The Old Liar

"...I haven't reached the time to give up yet!"

The inside corner is full of words, the posture of getting up is the "samurai posture" that has been tempered over time, and even the expression is solemn and cold, and the overall appearance looks like a warrior general who is alone blocking thousands of troops.

But in fact, Li Jiao knew that he was just... a hypocrite.

After the eyes were burned by the fire, there was no time to apply medicine for treatment, and there were still bursts of burning pain at this moment, and this alone was enough to be fatal.

The upper limit of a samurai is no match for a ninja, and the owl in front of him is that kind of unfathomable powerhouse, at least on the same level as himself, Li Jiao has not overestimated his capabilities to the point where he felt injured and could fight against him .

What's more, this operation was planned too hastily, and he didn't even bring a decent weapon. He only carried a few kunai on his body to pretend to be a ninja...but it was useless.

No matter from any aspect, Lijiao is at an absolute disadvantage, it can be said that the world is at a disadvantage.

But as a samurai, no matter what, you can't bow your head to the enemy——

"Take it."

Xiao Xiao waved his hand and dropped something in the snow.

"This is?"

Li Jiao's intensifying mental activities came to an abrupt end. He lowered his head to take a look, and was a little surprised to find that it was a samurai sword thrown by Xiao Xiao.

Is it still the standard version of the warriors of the Iron Kingdom?

"Since the enemy has already made up his mind to die, then as an opponent, he should give you a frank way."

The old man named Xiao had a smile on his lips. This smile fell into the eyes of the inner corner. The first glance was "understanding", the second was "respect", and the third was "satisfaction"...

With such an opponent as the guide for the final battle, what is there to regret?

Strong emotions belonging to a warrior surged in Lijiao's chest. He glanced at Xiao Xiao gratefully and moved, leaned over and held the handle of the knife, and with a "shua", the blade slipped out of the snow, and the cold light reflected in Lijiao. face.

"What a nice knife..."

Lijiao sighed sincerely, rubbing his palm against the hilt of the knife, feeling the familiar touch to his heart's content... Before he became famous and followed Master Mifune, he used this samurai sword to hone his skills for decades, occupying a leading position among samurai swords. a seat.

"It's fine if you're satisfied." Xiao Xiao looked at the smile in the inner corner, and then smiled. The inner corner could see that it was a smile from the heart, and he couldn't help but feel better about the old man, "Old man's The weapon needs to be longer, and it may take some advantage."

As he spoke, he used his gloved right hand to pull out a ninja sword of astonishing length from the scabbard behind him.

"It matches your height well."

Lijiao praised, "Then shall we begin?"

"Please."

Xiao Xiao made a "you first" gesture very gracefully.

"Then you're welcome."

When life and death are at stake, no matter how much Li Jiao has gratitude and appreciation for Xiao, he will never choose to be merciful, and he cannot let go of the opportunity to go first.

Likewise, if given the chance to kill Xiao Xiao in exchange for his own life, he would not hesitate.

Li Jiao slowly clenched the handle of the knife, probably because of the cold, there was a slight pain in his palm, but this feeling did not make Li Jiao feel uncomfortable, but made his perception more acute... At this time, Li Jiao felt a kind of It feels like I can fight Xiao Xiao even if I close my eyes.

He felt that his state had never been better and stronger than ever!

So when he swung the knife for the first time, when he saw the owl who seemed unable to dodge in time and chose to roll out on the spot, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, showing a flamboyant smile.

One knife, another knife!

A samurai is different from a ninja. Ninja battles are often dominated by ninjutsu duels. Taijutsu is usually only used as a warm-up appetizer. Few ninjas will choose to use taijutsu to show off.

But samurai, although they can also use special methods to manipulate chakra, what they are more familiar with is still, and only physical skills!

Under the pitch-black sky, snowflakes dance wildly with the wind, and the inside corner holds a samurai sword, tearing a series of bright traces in the air, cutting faster and faster with each knife, and the owl who showed a strong aura before did not fight back With the power, he rolled and dodged in the snow like a bereaved dog.

He couldn't even swing that slender ninja sword even once.

The blood of the battle gradually surged, and Li Jiao felt that the scene in front of him seemed to be cut more and more blurred by his own knife, and he couldn't help laughing happily: "Hahahahaha! Xiao! Have you seen my strength? I the knife—"

Hey, where is my knife?

The vision in the inner corner was suddenly blurred, he clenched his fist, his hand was empty, and the samurai sword went to nowhere.

Is it because I swing the knife too fast?

Li Jiao suddenly felt a little proud.

But soon, he saw the owl who had been avoiding him before, patted the snow splashed on his body when he rolled just now, straightened his back, and walked in front of him calmly.

"you……"

Lijiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but a stream of blood suddenly spewed out of his mouth.

The purple-black blood fell on the snow and melted the snowflakes instantly. Only then did a strong numbness erupt in the inner corner, which made him unable to even open his mouth.

"Samurai? Hehe... It seems that there are such idiots who are full of force and don't know how to maneuver and trick everywhere."

Xiao showed a cold expression that Lijiao had never seen before, and gave him a mocking look. The old man curled his lips and asked mockingly: "The dignity of a warrior, huh? reason?"

That knife... the handle... the inner corner recalled the tingling pain in his palm when he took the knife, turned his face with difficulty, and saw that his palm was completely black.

"You... how..."

Li Jiao opened his mouth with difficulty, and couldn't finish his sentence, but Xiao easily understood what he meant, and raised his hand casually, allowing Li Jiao to see his gloves clearly.

"I've seen too many young people like you..." Xiao shook his head, his tone sarcastically mixed with sighs and regrets, "My mind is full of glory and dignity, but what's the use of those things? Live That's the most important thing. Only by living can there be hope... You see, I'm a bad old man, and I'm already old enough to listen to a brat to deal with a fighter like you... If it wasn't for the old man who still has some in stock, this Time may have died in your hands, right?"

He chattered on and on, mostly complaining words such as "I can't die in peace", "The boy ran away first, leaving me here to blow the cold wind", he seemed to believe in his own methods very much, and didn't make up for it. The meaning of knife.

And at this moment, Li Jiao's eyeballs rolled, and in Xiao Xiao's blind spot, a kunai slipped from his sleeve and landed in Li Jiao's palm.

Without wasting the last time to say harsh words, Li Jiao kept silent, the force that erupted before he was about to die dragged him out of the control of the poison in that instant, and suddenly threw the kunai towards Xiao's throat!

Take the damned old crook on the road!

This is Lijiao's last wish.

However, the next moment, the seemingly defenseless Xiao raised his eyelids, and the thrown kunai stopped as if hitting an invisible wall, and fell powerlessly into the snow.

A light chakra coat appeared on the old man's body.

"The old man came prepared, it seems...you are not."

Xiao Xiao shook his head, raised his hand regretfully, and covered the eyes in the inner corner.

　It's a pity that I didn't write the smell of owl... 3.10 and 11

(End of this chapter)