Nighthawk frowned, and shouted angrily: "Who pretends to be a ghost, if you want to keep us, just stand up and let me see."

The monkey was stunned for a moment, and said dumbfoundedly, "It's human?" ”

The mine said angrily to the stunned monkey: "Nonsense, there are no ghosts in this world." It's just people who pretend to be ghosts! ”

In the blink of an eye, behind the tombstone about three meters away from Ji**, Matsumoto and his three friends laughed and revealed their figures. Not far from them, the ghost hand who had just spoken also jumped out at the same time, looking at this side with blazing eyes: "Who said that I pretended to be a ghost." It's just that you are preconceived and cowardly. ”

These words made the Nighthawks speechless, but they didn't really do anything to pretend to be ghosts, but just made a very abrupt sound.

Nighthawk's face turned red, but he still said toughly: "It's not like a good thing to sneak around, what's the matter, come to block me again!" Who the hell are you? ”

Matsumoto laughed again, for these turtles in the urn that were automatically sent to the door, he already regarded them as things in his pocket, and he didn't pay attention to them at all. He smiled presumptuously and said, "It's nothing to do with you, call the guy with sunglasses behind you out!" I'm looking for him! ”

Nighthawk had long known their intentions, and as soon as he saw the ghost hand, he knew that Lao Zhou's life had been saved by him again today.

Nighthawk sneered, but ignored Matsumoto's provocation: "Didn't I hear you talking?" Ask you what it is, and tell me quickly, and if you don't understand it, go home and wash and sleep. Don't wander around the cemetery at night and wait until you're dead. ”

Matsumoto's face turned red. No one dared to talk to him like that, not even in the seals. With his outstanding ability, even the commander favored him, but he didn't expect that he didn't want to trouble these people today, and they were willing to die.

Matsumoto suddenly smiled heartily and said contemptuously, "You don't deserve to know who I am!" I don't want to kill more, the guy behind you has a vendetta against me for killing my father. Run for your lives! ”

Nighthawk was stunned. Father's revenge? I can't help but look back at Lao Zhou, why does this old boy have so many enemies.

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhou was also looking at him, his face full of helplessness and unreasonableness. Seeing Nighthawk's view, he whispered: "He, he is the son of Matsumoto Ichiro, and now the current owner of the Matsumoto family!" ”

Nighthawk was startled, and immediately turned his head and looked carefully at the young Matsumoto in front of him. Although it was a little dark, there was only one word when you looked at the silhouette and face shape. Like, it's really like. If it weren't for Lao Zhou's reminder, Nighthawk would have almost forgotten about Ichiro Matsumoto. Now seeing his son, I can't help but sigh in my heart.

He knew what Lao Zhou's expression meant. It turned out that Lao Zhou had been carrying the black pot for himself, obviously it was his nighthawk who killed other people's fathers, and he also burned down people's ancestral houses, along with those servants who had been raised for many years, and he didn't let any of them go. Now that someone's son has come to the door, can he still let Lao Zhou carry this black pot again?

couldn't help but look at Lao Zhou and laughed awkwardly. Lao Zhou waved his hand, meaning that it didn't matter. The relationship between the two of us is very iron, who is with whom.

The sensational scene here makes Matsumoto look at the flowers in a fog, and his head is full of fog. Feelings, Lao Tzu said for a long time, you didn't hear it, tease me, when I talk and fart, right?

couldn't help but be angry: "Hey! I'm talking to you! It's okay, get out of here! Don't wait a while, you can't run if you want to. He could only say that the Ghost Hand's mouth was too tight, if he knew that the Nighthawk in front of him was the elite special forces who beat away the Ghost Hand and chased them all over the city. I'm afraid that Matsumoto, who was born as a special forces, will not be so arrogant.

Hearing Matsumoto's shout, Nighthawk turned his head, and suddenly his whole body was full of heroism, and he seemed to have even raised his figure a lot. said proudly to the son of this once defeated general: "You are the son of Matsumoto Ichiro? Matsumoto was stunned, wondering how this guy in front of him could know his identity. I couldn't help but be alert: "Yes! I am his son Takunobu Matsumoto, the new head of the Matsumoto family. However, my father's name is secret, please don't mention it casually, it's disrespectful to him. Nighthawk listened to his politeness and solemnity, not as arrogant and rude as his father, and couldn't help but nod at his modesty. Although he didn't have much contact, he felt that everything from Matsumoto Ichiro to his bullshit bodyguards was bastard stuff with long eyes and a top of his head. But this polite son is really different.

For his courtesy, Nighthawk also said solemnly: "I see. But I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person to take revenge. He's not your father-killer. Matsumoto laughed: "You don't need to quibble for him, he is dead today, and no one can save him!" Do you want to intervene again.? As he spoke, he clenched his fists, and the tank behind him took a step forward at the right time. looked at the yellow man in front of him with fair skin with disdain.

Nighthawk shook his head slightly: "It's not that I want to speak for him, but the person I killed doesn't need to be replaced by others." Your father, Matsumoto Ichiro was killed by me, and it has nothing to do with him. Nighthawk pointed at Lao Zhou and looked at Matsumoto with blazing eyes.

Matsumoto's face changed drastically, and he said in surprise: "What, it's you?" But Uncle Shimada said it was him! You lied to people, you lied to me! Matsumoto exclaimed in disbelief. Before coming, Shimada told him that Lao Zhou was his only enemy who killed his father. He also sprinkled all his anger on Lao Zhou.

At this moment, a nighthawk who looks like gold appears and says that he is the one who killed your father, which not only makes Matsumoto inexplicable, but also mentally about to collapse.

"It's him! Only him! There is this ability! Matsumoto turned around, and at some point, the ghost hand had already walked to his side. His eyes were hot, and he stared at Nighthawk tightly. And in his hands, he also holds a rare sharp knife!

"Are you sure?" Matsumoto pinned all his hopes on the ghost hand, and he didn't know how, as long as the ghost hand said it, he believed it.

Ghost Hand nodded solemnly and never spoke again. It's just that the murderous aura emitted from his body makes the surrounding night even cooler.

Matsumoto suddenly turned his head and glared at Nighthawk viciously: "In that case, then you will die!" ”

Fiercely, Matsumoto roared like a wounded tiger and rushed towards the Nighthawk, as fast as a streamer. There was a flash in his hand, and like a ghost hand, there was already a bright knife in his hand. It's just that this knife is much longer than the dagger of the ghost hand, and it is a short knife that is gentle and flowing.

The short knife was raised above his head, and Matsumoto slashed at the top of Nighthawk's head with a thunderous momentum, full of anger and hatred, so fast that even the people around him had just reacted. Matsumoto had already crossed the top of Nighthawk's head.

This sword Matsumoto is bound to get, this is the essence of all his knife techniques, although it is simple and crude. But the victory is unpretentious, coupled with the extremely fast speed, which makes people unguardable. Looking at the motionless Nighthawk in front of him, the corners of Matsumoto's mouth couldn't help but reveal a hint of relief.

The enemy is about to die under his own sword, and the great revenge will be avenged, and the father can comfort the kingdom of heaven.

Suddenly, a gentle light flashed in front of Matsumoto's eyes, but for a moment, it was bright, but it was not dazzling. The nighthawk under the knife did not move. But this white light had already slammed into his thunderous short knife.

"Ding" is a crisp sound, and the huge forces intersect. Matsumoto stood in front of Nighthawk in a daze, stupidly looking at the short knife in his hand that had been broken in two by Nighthawk, and was speechless. I forgot that I was in the arena, so I started to be stupid. couldn't help but make the three dead friends behind him anxious.

However, Matsumoto and Nighthawk were only a stone's throw away, and they could only do it in a hurry, but they couldn't think of any way.

"It's a good knife!" Matsumoto stood for a while before he said self-deprecatingly. He didn't want to praise Nighthawk's knife, but he was more like a peerless knife sharper than the Wen Runbao knife he was holding in his hand.

"A good knife is a good knife! Our Chinese knives! It was given to me by your father when he was dying! Nighthawk said lightly! It reminded him of the dying samurai. Maybe when he dies, he can be regarded as a real warrior.

Matsumoto was stunned for a moment, just stupidly looking at the knife in Nighthawk's hand. Two lines of tears flowed unconsciously, and he said slowly: "The sword is given to the hero, and the blade is returned to his hometown." Father's mind ...... "When he said this, he was already choked up and speechless."

Suddenly, Matsumoto wiped away his tears, made a move of ancient annoying and mysterious fist starting style, respectfully saluted the nighthawk, and then said firmly: "Father's revenge must be avenged!" Although my father has entrusted life and death to you. But the son of a man can't be so hasty. Today, let me, an unfilial son, regain the glory he lost for my father. ”

Nighthawk nodded, he knew Matsumoto's mind. Put away the knife and make a fist starting pose. This is a set of boxing techniques that he has just learned from the Sun Shooters. After Fauber's death, Huoying gave him a book of boxing that had been summarized by the Japanese shooters for thousands of years.

Nighthawk was fascinated by the subtleties of the boxing techniques inside, and was fascinated by it. In those days when he lost the black bear, he almost invaded himself in these strange and graceful punches. Only in the constant physical exertion can he forget the great pain caused to him by the death of the black bear.

It is also because of these years of cultivation that Nighthawk, who was originally unique in boxing, has become more profound and profound, and even forgot his previous boxing techniques. The boxing technique is erratic and complicated. Shi Shiran inadvertently has become a generation of boxing masters.

At this moment, seeing Matsumoto's clumsy boxing technique, he couldn't help but smile. No matter how profound your Fusang boxing technique is, it has only evolved from the thousand-year-long river of Chinese civilization. How can you be in time for your own emergencies?

Without greeting, Matsumoto already knew how powerful Nighthawk was. From the power of the sword just now, Nighthawk can actually turn against the guest, and the last to come first. It has been fully demonstrated that his sword skills are far above himself. Now, in order to be able to use the family fist method to kill him, in order to catch him off guard.

With this in mind, Matsumoto no longer has any worries. His heart was filled with awe of the Nighthawk, and he slammed into the door of the Nighthawk with one punch. Although his boxing style looks ancient, it doesn't really have that many complex components. It's a set of punches that really use fast punches.

In addition to the sword, his Matsumoto family is most proud of this set of boxing. Because Komatsumoto himself was a member of the Navy SEALs, he chose to practice boxing instead of kendo. Therefore he was not pleased with his father. But there must be a reversal of things. His cultivation has improved a lot because of his boxing skills.

At this moment, the big cow and others in the distance only saw that Takunobu Matsumoto seemed to turn into a tornado that was spinning in place, circling around the nighthawk. The fist was as fast as the wind, and it was greeted everywhere on the up, down, left, right, and right, and every point on Nighthawk's body was carried by his fist.

On the other hand, Nighthawk's originally exquisite starting style is now holding back his hands under Matsumoto's fast and windy style of play, and he can't play one-tenth of his usual strength. Like a leaf fluttering in the wind, it is very dangerous.

The big bull couldn't hold back any longer, and if it continued like this, Nighthawk was bound to lose. couldn't help clenching his fists and rushed forward.

Suddenly, a dark shadow blocked his figure. Da Niu was startled and stopped abruptly. Looking at it intently, the black tank was looking at him with a strange smile: "What does it matter to you when people fight, come and come, since you want to fight, I will accompany you!" ”

A spark erupted between the two, and a new challenge was about to explode between the two.