I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The scarlet arc remaining in their field of vision does not seem to be an unrealistic illusion created in the mind in an instant, nor is it an illusion presented by the retina's difficulty in capturing high-speed moving objects.

It turned out that the knife was already out of its sheath.

While everyone was holding their breath, she flicked the long sword out of its sheath with a flick of her fingers.

The long knife gleaming with strange blood turned back and forth among her slender, well-knit fingers like a living thing.

In other places, she really didn't dare to show the demon knife out of its sheath so grandiosely.

As a major identification feature of famous swordsmen, saber and sword are almost equivalent to showing their identity.

In other sea areas, even if no one recognizes him as Shiliu of the Rain, he can still deduce his identity through that famous knife.

The well-known polluter in the new world dared to expose the famous sword [Thunderstorm] to the public without any scruples during the latent mission, clearly bullying these ignorant bumpkins.

However, with her butterfly steps, the bone-evisculating blade turned into a thread that wraps around her fingers, like a red silk, stretching and overlapping between square inches.

"That's not the blade itself, but the blade attached to the blade." A slightly frivolous unfamiliar voice came into the wine shop along with sparse applause.

The diners who were still indulging in the brilliant sword dance just now changed their complexions when they heard the voice, and turned their eyes towards the entrance of the restaurant.

This voice is too familiar to them, but anyone who can make a name for himself in the Flower City has more or less heard of this person or dealt with him.

The largest surviving gang leader in Wano Country, and also the businessman of General Orochi-Sleep Kushiro.

"It's Kuangshilang's family.. Are they here to smash things?" Many customers whispered to each other, whispering about this tycoon who runs dozens of shops of various sizes and locations.

"It's hard to say. It is said that the business of the Tianqinglou has been greatly affected." An insider revealed.

Combined with this background, Kuangshilang's family appeared in the wine shop, it is hard to imagine that they would easily take care of this matter.

There are different opinions, but it is difficult to disturb the continuous dance of swords on the second floor.

That beauty is still concentrating on adorning the "picture scroll" drawn in scarlet in mid-air.

She fell in love with this fierce dance.

After a moment of silence, the momentum is as solid as ice, and the sword walks with you like a silk thread, without any hindrance.

With one movement, it was like thousands of troops and horses trampling through, bursting into thunder and fury.

Kuangshilang claims to be his long companion and General Orochi, and he has seen big scenes.

There are not a few sword dances he has watched, and he is one of the few masters of swordsmanship, so he is not as enthusiastic about the knowledge contained in [Sword Dance] like those laymen.

During the sword dance, the most important thing is to look like a dragon, walk like a tiger, and wrap your fingers and wrists like a phoenix.

But it is the first one that has never been seen before or since.

The soft, straight, and crisp shape and strength are all at the peak of the world, and the high coordination of the integration of human and sword makes the female swordsman above the second floor's "hands, eyes, body, and steps" extremely smooth.

And the fact is exactly the same. In Shileu's eyes, the knife he holds is not only a sharp weapon for killing, but also a tool for expressing his feelings and expressing his heart.

With the majesty of Yaoyao, he unscrupulously vented the strange beauty of killing.

Kageshiro walked into the store and stared up at the Ukiyo-e created by afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, the residual air wave turns from clear to blurred, and finally disappears into the invisible. Most people can only see a vague clue, and the rest are filled in by their own imagination and artistic attainment.

If Sakalski, a storyteller, was here, he might have competed with Aunt Gongsun and Xiliuzi who had the reputation of "coming like thunder and receiving wrath, but like rivers and seas congealing clear light" in their previous lives.

The leader of the gangster who is well-versed in swordsmanship was silent for a while, and then he paused for a while, and gritted his teeth to say the name of this Ukiyo-e: "Red lotus burns the prison scene, this person's swordsmanship...is still above me. "

"Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack!"

The slightly sarcastic applause passed from the stairs on the second floor of the restaurant to the pavilion below.

"My honored guest, you really have discernment. You can see the true meaning of our lady boss's sword dance at a glance." The feminine-looking silver-haired man rubbed his palms and praised with a half-smile.

The words that were supposed to be compliments, but because of his treacherous smile that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile, showed a bit of malice.

Kuangshilang withdrew his gaze from Wujian Qianying, and turned his probing gaze to this strange man who was as soft as a snake in front of him: "Are you the person in charge here?"

The malice hidden under that smiling face made Kuangshi Lang frown.

Especially the pair of long and narrow eyes that have been half-closed all the time, seeming to radiate a cold chill outward through the slightest gap between the upper and lower eyelids.

"Thanks to the love of the proprietress, let me temporarily take over the responsibility of the master." Lindeman, who was dressed in a black linen robe, cupped his hands towards Kuangshilang politely.

The royal peddler appointed by the most powerful person in Wano country did not speak hastily. He glanced around the restaurant from the corner of his eye, as if he was judging the situation.

The fox face standing in front of him seemed to be flattering, but there was no fear of the powerful in his words, and his demeanor was neither humble nor overbearing, making it difficult to figure out.

It was also difficult for Kuangshi Lang to see any flaws in the aura of the person in front of him, as if it was like a fog standing in front of him, it was difficult to evaluate his level.

As for the second floor, there is an extremely powerful swordsman enshrined. As far as the hand that was shown before, he asked himself that he was not an opponent.

It was clearly a bright and lively restaurant, but Kuangshilang felt that there were countless ghosts and monsters lurking under the shadows of those corridors, tables, chairs, and buildings.

I don't know what came to mind, the leader of the gang smiled and considered his words: "I have lived here for a long time and am familiar with the affairs of the capital of flowers, and I came here this time to make friends.

It was a worthwhile trip to witness this amazing sword dance.

If you encounter any trouble, just report my name as the sleeping madman. "

"I'm waiting to gather from various regions. It will inevitably be inconvenient for me to come to the Flower City for the first time. Thank you for your generosity." The accountant still maintains that formulaic smile, and no emotional changes can be seen from it.

I don't know whether it's joy or... loss.

Under the bewildered eyes of the younger brothers of Kuangshilang's family, this samurai who has been a gang leader for many years muttered to himself, "It's interesting, it's really interesting."

While turning around, he turned his head and walked away.

It seems that there is no intention of finding fault at all.

It wasn't until Lindemann, who was watching Kuangshilang and his group disappear at the end of the street, that his ice-blue eyes slowly opened wide as he leaned on the door panel: "This Kuangshilang is more cautious than I imagined, and he is more cautious than I thought. Come smart..."

"They did not impulsively provoke and find fault, but they were patient. The third backup plan was declared a failure."

An indifferent male voice sounded from Lindemann's side. The young man's shoulders were deliberately turned inward, and a wide cloth used to wipe the tabletop was drooped. His slightly bowed back did not have his usual straight posture at all.

It's just that this man dressed as a handyman has two impressive eyebrows, hanging down from the tip of his brows like hooked jade.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as you start a dispute, it doesn't matter what form it is." The accountant glanced contemptuously at the diners who were still admiring, and then looked at the most outstanding assassin under his command: "With our proprietress enough He killed [Amber of Fire] in the match.

And you, will be the deadliest King Assassin, Lucci. "

Kuangshilang's rational move undoubtedly saved his life.