Chapter 650 – “Black Rope” Blade Soul
The black blade and the water dragon collided in the air, sweeping out violent gusts of wind, the power of the two Banezu blades unleashed unreservedly at the moment, and the pouring rain almost completely drowned their figures.
Clang-!
The figures of Han Kawaji and Amamiya Haruhide simultaneously retreated backwards to the edge of the gradually extinguishing fire field.
Han Kawaji’s brows were locked, and he was about to do something when a black and red crushed yukata figure ghostly appeared in the rain behind him.
Two straight swords whistled and cut through the air, slashing at the neck with astonishing speed.
The [Black Rope] lightning fast blocked behind him, but the power contained in those two straight knives was too strong, directly chopping Han Kawaji’s entire person flying backwards, he only felt that a speeding truck hit him head on, shocking his arms to the point of numbness!
How is this guy’s power so strong?
Han Chuan Si looked at Lin Qiye, who was holding dual swords in his hands, and this thought instantly crossed his mind, and in the next moment, the earth under his feet exploded, and several thick tree branches burst out like tentacles, wrapping around his body in the blink of an eye, like a cross fixed in the air.
Han Kawaji’s pupils suddenly contracted!
What are these things?
Branches bursting out of the ground, a new Banezu Sword?
Before he could think about it, on the back of Lin Qiye, who was standing in the rain, a large number of bandages loosened up and opened up, and two mounted missiles emitting silver light hung in midair, pointing straight at Han Kawaji, who was fixed in the air by the Ancient Tree Demon, with piercing flames spewing out from their tails!
Whoosh-!
The two missiles broke through the air and rushed directly to Han Kawaji’s face!
In an instant, a huge black shadow appeared in front of Han Kawaji!
Boom-!!!
The two missiles exploded at the same time, and the blazing fireball spread rapidly in mid-air, covering all of the several buildings beneath his feet, like a blazing sun rising in the dark night of Osaka, and heat waves swept among the countless skyscrapers.
Amamiya Haruhide’s figure merged into the rain and surfaced in the distance, if he continued to stand in his original position, the power of the two missile explosions would have affected him as well.
He raised his head to look at the sky, his brows slightly furrowed.
Only to see that the tree branch that had originally entangled Han Chuan Si had already been chopped off, and in the midst of the blazing firelight, a hundred-meter-high black stone statue was silently hovering in the air, holding a huge black blade in both hands with its arms encircling it and its blade erected in front of its chest, like a stone statue that had been stationed in an ancient secret hideaway for a thousand years.
It was this stone statue that resisted the frontal bombardment of two missiles for Han Chuan Si.
”The sword soul of the [Black Rope]?”……” murmured Amamiya Haruhide.
It was the first time he had seen the sword soul of the [Black Rope], and unlike the sword souls of the other Banezu swords he had seen, the sword soul of this sword, which didn’t look like a living thing, emitted a terrifying power fluctuation.
Lin Qiye similarly looked at the stone statue and frowned as he pondered something.
The black stone statue gradually faded away as a shadow, and Han Chuanji, who had escaped death, completely lost his will to fight, one Amamiya Haruhui already gave him a headache, and now there was another Lin Qiye who had amazing frontal combat strength and could casually release missiles and manipulate plants, so there was no way he could be a match.
But he didn’t understand, how did Amamiya Haruhide get mixed up with Asahina Seven Nights?
Han Kawaji’s feet stomped hard on the side of the building, his figure nimbly leaped to the chaotic gang battlefield, he quickly mounted a motorcycle without pulling out the key, twisted the handle, and with a deafening hum, sped towards the center of the city on his motorcycle!
As long as he ran to a crowded place, Asahina Seven Nights should not dare to use a weapon of mass destruction like a missile, and his chances of escaping from here could be greatly increased.
When Amamiya Haruhide saw that Han Kawaji was going to escape on his bike, he frowned, and his body blended into the rainwater as he quickly chased after him!
The motorcycle sped through the streets, lightning-like rushing through the blockade of vehicles placed on the road by the Black Killer Team, and in the dazzling headlights, it plunged headlong into the distant darkness!
”Eh?”
The moment Han Chuan Si swept by Shen Qingzhu’s side, the latter gently raised an eyebrow as he looked back, his eyes narrowing as his gaze landed on Han Chuan Si, who was running away on his bike.
He casually opened the door of the car beside him, pulled out a sniper rifle from under the seat, stuffed a bullet into it, and slowly raised the muzzle in the rain ……
Shen Qingzhu spat out the cigarette in his mouth and put his eyes on the scope, and after a moment, pulled the trigger!
Bang-!
The bullets flashed with a morose cold aura, bursting out from the pitch-black muzzle, blinking through the hooded rain, directly bursting the motorcycle’s gas tank!
A ball of fire erupted at the end of the pitch-black road!
After the motorcycle exploded, the terrifying kinetic energy generated lifted Han Chuanji directly off the ground, the burning fire swept over his body, searing a large portion of his skin, and after rolling around on the ground twice, he collapsed in a sorry state in the rain.
”Big group leader bull!!!”
”Big Team Leader Sego ！！！！”
”……”
This shot, directly to the other members of the Black Killer Group stunned, they froze for a moment, madly cheered, looking at Shen Qingzhu in the eyes of worship and admiration are simply overflowing!
Good marksmanship!
Amamiya Haruhide witnessed this shot with his own eyes and couldn’t help but feel emotion in his heart.
An invader from Great Xia, his stance was just different!
Taking advantage of the fact that Han Kawaji was seriously injured, Amamiya Haruhide’s figure emerged from the rain, and Han Kawaji was about to endure the pain and launch his sword, but he was kicked in the wrist, which directly knocked the [Black Rope] out of his hand!
Han Chuan Si suffered pain and struggled to get up from the ground, the next moment, a figure quietly appeared behind him, a straight blade was already on his neck.
Lin Qiye held the knife, the blade just a fraction of a second away from cutting his neck, and calmly opened his mouth:
”At this distance, even if you activate your blade soul, he won’t be able to save you in time.”
Han Chuan Si felt the pain coming from his neck, his teeth clenched, and after struggling for a moment in his eyes, he still gave up resisting.
”What are your conditions?” Han Chuan Si spoke in a cold voice, “Giving up the pursuit of Yuzuri Kurosetsu’s daughter? I can promise that in the future, the entire Hanchuan family will not have any interactions with her ……”
Amamiya Haruhui and Lin Qiye glanced at each other, and the former opened his mouth to ask:
”How did you know about the king’s blood?”
Hearing this question, Han Chuanji froze as he hesitantly said, “If I tell you guys, can you let me go?”
Amamiya Haruhui frowned and before he could answer, Lin Qiye nodded: “Yes.”
Han Chuanji was slightly relieved.
”It’s a secret letter from the old family head …… The previous Hanchuan family head, my grandfather, sent me a letter that tells about Yuzuri Kurotetsu’s king’s blood as well as Yuzuri Kurotetsu’s recent killing in Osaka, and asked me to mobilize my manpower to retrieve the king’s blood and find out the whereabouts of his Woeful Tsu Sword. ”
”Your grandfather?” Amamiya Haruhide’s frown tightened, “Hanawa Matsuri was a Generation Min, if he’s still alive, he should be a hundred years old, right?”