“Kawaii…”

The dense camera surrounds a cartoon character in a short skirt, making a sound of shutters.

In the voice of praise.

An island girl carrying a cartoon weapon made of plastic or hard paper, pinched her skirt and lifted it up slightly, posing in a sexy and cute look, revealing her fair thighs and half of her round buttocks.

The person who was photographing the photos was so crazy.

Not far away, there was a shocking applause in the guild hall, and then the crowd surged, and a woman guarded by several black bodyguards walked out of the guild gate.

Crack...

The red high heels walked across the patterned floor, the patterned flag skirt with its swaying waist, and its white long legs stepped out of the fork. Above the exposed navel was a long-sleeved cheongsam with an open chest.

A pair of full semicircles were exposed, and they trembled slightly as they walked.

The woman tilted her head slightly and whispered Japanese to a person who was following a similar itinerary next time, which was probably like this: "Let's just come here today. I will change my role next time, I don't want to cosplay the empress all the time..."

Her long black hair hangs like a waterfall on her waist. Looking at a group of inconsistent role-players outside, she snorted coldly from her red lips, stepped down the stone steps and walked through the middle of the square.

The moment the high heels slowly fell off the floor tiles.

A little further from the side, the lamppost vibrates violently, and the figures rise in the air and swing down—

Blink and pull closer.

Almost at the same time, the chain was swung, and the iron ball at the tail end rubbed through the air and greeted him.

Wow—

The metallic attack exploded, and the moment the sword edge hit the chain ball and sparked out, the sneaker sword in his left hand quietly pierced out from the darkness, inserted it against the lower end of the swinging iron chain, pressing against Ishihara Hideyoshi's lower abdomen. When the pain came, he swung the chain hammer knife fiercely.

The tip of the sword pressed against the tight combat uniform and it was difficult to get in at all, just the moment the sickle came.

Xia Yi pulled a sword violently.

The sound of cloth tearing was heard from the air, and the rags in the long clothes flew through their eyes, and there was also a hooked sickle. In an instant, they grabbed the cloak and threw it away, hiding a shuttle dart below.

All shot out toward the surroundings.

The sound of sluts and sluts... was like a blacksmith, and with the flying shuttle darts, they deflected one by one, and the cloak that covered their vision was also swirling and was cut in half by a hissing sound.

The moment the shattered cloak separated, a figure rushed into the barely unfolded sight at an extremely fast speed, approached and slashed the sword's edge towards his neck.

Ishihara Hideyoshi grabbed the iron chain and blocked it.

The pierced Xiujian was pulled out, and his hand was clenched into a fist, and he hit his nose with a fierce blow. He grabbed the iron chain with his backhand. Xia Yi raised the Xiujian of his other hand and stabbed it towards Ishihara's eye socket...

Ishihara Hideyoshi drowns one side of his head with nose bleeding. The chains with tensed hands suddenly crossed and twisted left and right, locking the fist in front of him and another piercing wrist, kicking his knees out from below. Xia Yi raised his foot and pushed him out, and fell down, pulling Ishihara in front of him forward and staggered forward and unsteadily taking half a step.

Ishihara Hideyoshi quickly let go of the other party's wrist, and Xia Yi grabbed the other party's upper body and arched it down, kicked it out, kicking it in his abdomen, and threw him back and flew out.

...

In the square outside the guild hall, the role-players surrounding the camera had heard the sound of metallic attacks that occurred for a moment, and turned their heads to look over there. The woman walking by the long legs surrounded by the crowd also stopped, and her beautiful face turned over under her long hair, and her eyes flashed with a look of horror.

After only a few seconds of fighting, the lamppost was still shaking slightly in the remaining force.

What came into people's sight was that a figure in a ragged suit was knocked away and crossed a distance in the air. A man holding a SLR camera had no time to dodge and collided with his body that flew in the blink of an eye.

The lens of the SLR hit the camera and fell out. The fragile lenses shattered on the ground with a snap. The man also rolled two circles with the figure that hit him before they separated one after another.

The sudden change made many people in the square scream in panic, and some stood curiously. Some turned around and pulled their companions away, or took out their phones to call the ambulance, and ran towards the two injured people on the ground.

More people's eyes, including the tall woman wearing an open-breasted cheongsam, stood in a daze, looking at the direction where the figure flew.

The man in a white shirt hangs his sleeve sword that only appears in anime games, walking through the bright sunshine, the wind blows through the square, and the cracked cloaks on the ground are gently caressing the man's walking steps.

The tourists who were running to see the injured said, "How are you doing? Where are you injured...", and the figure in a ragged long suit gradually turned into dust particles in the eyes of everyone.

Disappeared!

"Hey—"

The group of tourists or role-players who were surrounded were almost stunned at this moment, and then... turned around and ran around in a panic. Although such scenes in the anime often occur, when they appear in front of them, it is another kind of emotion.

The frightened crowd was in chaos and crowded. The woman who was originally surrounded also saw the scene before. After reacting, she joined the crowded team and wanted to escape.

In this moment of chaos, there were many members of the special service team outside. The supernatural abilities pushed away the chaotic figures that came towards him and rushed towards the side where the incident happened.

However, Xia Yi ignored the chaos in front of him. For the perpetrator, several meters around him were empty, and his eyes were alert to the surroundings.

Fake?

Cloning or copying ability?!

The next second, walking footsteps fell, stepped on the fragments of the SLR lens, making a light crack sound, and suddenly raised the sword and blocked the side and backwards.

The blade is pressed on it,

Xia Yi, who had crossed her arms, smoothed out half a meter on the spot. It was a straight-back ninja knife with a square protective mouth. The moment when Ishihara Hideyoshi, who had disappeared before, appeared in his vision, and his body pushed forward, with the sound of the cross-bow of weapons attacking.

Behind me, there were slight sounds of footsteps in the air.

Xia Yi took the straight stab and waved his hand. Two shuttle darts with silk thread flew out. In the air, two thuds burst out, and two thuds of sparks burst out. Two thrusts of kunai flew into the hand of a figure that rushed towards him. In a blink of an eye, he rushed towards Xia Yi not far away.

The shaking face was exactly the same as Hideyoshi Ishihara holding a ninja knife over there.

Slash horizontally, vertically, obliquely, straight stab... quickly and frantically fought with Xiujian. When the three figures fought together, two figures rushed out from the side, and attacked them from the front, back, left and right.

One of them jumped up and threw out a long-range hidden weapon under the sprint. Xia Yituzhan turned around to avoid it, and slammed it... A row of cross-shaped shurikens were inserted on the stone bricks, and another figure wielding a sickle and connecting the hammer weapon was approaching.

The four figures were all about Hideyoshi Ishihara's appearance and figure... and then rushed forward.

Another storm-like attack, four different weapons forced Xia Yi to retreat quickly, and two holes in her shirt broke out. She blocked a shuriken that was shooting, and suddenly shot the dart around her waist, hidden in the chaotic crowd behind her. The iron ball still hit the tail end of the chain sickle that was swept away from the side.

Xia Yi turned around in the air and blocked her with a sneaker.

With a loud sound, the metal sound was crisp-

The figure flew into the crowd, lifted the force from his body, half-kneeled to the ground, supported the floor tiles, and swept the broken part of the sleeve sword from the back of his hand, and breathed out a breath.

A figure quietly walked out of the panicked and noisy crowd. Another Hideyoshi Ishihara, hangs on both sides of his body and slowly lifts his hands. The sunlight passing through the crowd shines on it, reflecting a cold metallic glow.

——Two-edged hand-arm hook!

The two sharp blades, like the sharp claws of a wild beast, were slowly lifted up, and Ishihara Hideyoshi's walking steps suddenly accelerated, and he stabbed the half-kneel figure in the back.

However, Xia Yi, who was assassin's way, had a flash of eyes in the mottled sunlight, and turned keenly on the ground. He broke the arm of the cuff sword and suddenly clamped the armour of the other party's pierced hand armor hook. The other intact sleeve sword was the same as the other party's other hand armor hook crossed between the body, rubbed and stirred together.

They kicked each other and hit the other's chest. Xia Yi was originally in the process of getting up, but suddenly he was kicked down and slid directly to the ground, hitting into the pair of running legs behind, knocking down several people, burying him underneath.

The clone, Hideyoshi Ishihara, also covered his chest and took two steps back, hitting a running red cheongsam woman, knocking the other party down, and then he stopped.

He lowered his head, and the hand that had been clamped before was empty.

The hand-arm hook has been taken away.

He raised his eyes and looked at the Chinese people lying on the lieutenant below the pile of people over there. Ishihara Hideyoshi showed a victorious sneer on his face, and other Ishihara clones who were walking over were also showing the same expression.

The sunlight passed through the bodies of several tourists who were struggling to get up, and shone on the bloody faces on their mouths. Xia Yi stretched out his hand hard, reached into the hand-arm hook in front of him, and then.......

The red silk in the eyes became denser, and the heart suddenly accelerated, and the red particles in the blood also accelerated, and the gas spewing out of the nose became hot.

"hehe……"

The corners of his mouth slowly outlined and opened, his voice squeaking.

Around him, five identical Hideyoshi Ishihara swung the different weapons in his hands and walked over like a surround. When his steps fell down, his face suddenly changed.

The tourists originally overlapped, and some people got up and ran away, while the remaining three were still struggling to get up.

The next second, the target pressed at the bottom gradually turned into a phantom.

In the distance, Sanada, Kato Hirotsuroshi led his team members to squeeze out the crowd and ran towards him. Sanada shouted: "Ishihara, where is the target-"

The five clones or real bodies standing there almost turned from sight to the square at the same time and looked at an anime sculpture.

A moment.

The phantom on the ground suddenly stood up, and the murderous intent soared into the sky!

Bang—

One of the five Ishihara Hideyoshi flew backwards and rolled on the ground, leaving only one hand-arm hook falling into the distance.

The wind blew here, and there was a sound in everyone's ears.

"…My shadow is enough to defeat you."

The hoarse stress echoed, and the woman who was knocked down on the ground looked up at the direction of the sound.

Above the anime sculpture.

Xia Yi's figure was half-squatting there, on his right hand, his two-edged claw rubbed against the sculpture's head, and a long mark was drawn.

When dust particles fall.
Chapter completed!