The world is dangerous, and the most sinister is the heart of the people. Chen Menglu knows that the opponent she faces is the most powerful person, so she is very immersed in the role. It can be said that she is completely a shrew in both expressions and psychological activities.

In fact, she is a very scheming warrior.

She waited for the car in a pose to see Qin Lang appear ugly, just waiting for an opportunity that made Qin Lang the most unprepared.

Following, then she followed Qin Lang into Huajie, thinking that everything was unaware of it.

Pills, long swords, and thunder strikes.

She thought it was foolproof, but unfortunately Qin Lang instantly relieved the toxicity of the drug, which made her fail.

It’s not that Chen Menglu is not powerful, but that Qin Lang is too powerful.

Chen Menglu's true appearance was revealed, holding a samurai knife in her hand and staring at Qin Lang: "No matter how powerful you are, I will let you die tonight!"

"Oh?" Qin Lang smiled, and the blood and energy on his body began to condense: "You have smashed my bed, you can do it."

"Okay, you won't be willing to do it if you don't hit your true body."

"What real body? What are you talking about?" Chen Menglu was a little surprised.

Qin Lang looked at Chen Menglu: "You are a unique woman. You have the aura of an extraterritorial woman. I wonder if I guess right?"

Chen Menglu's body shook suddenly.

The next second, her body bounced violently, and it was a slash!

"die!"

Chen Menglu shouted softly. She had been living in the world for so long, but no one could have revealed her identity.

Qin Lang had already seen unusualness from the samurai sword.

Maybe this woman is from Japan, and as for how she dresses up as Zhou Xin’s aunt, this is still to be verified.

Insidious, this Japanese woman is quite insidious, she hides her identity and appearance without any trace, but Qin Lang reveals her in one word.

Now Chen Menglu naturally has to take action at all costs and kill Qin Lang, who knows her identity.

The sword light flashed, and the blade of the samurai stabbed Qin Lang's neck. The blade was sharp and as fast as the wind.

Qin Lang flew backwards, his body like leaves in the wind, fluttering and dancing.

This knife naturally penetrated the air.

Chen Menglu didn't stop at all, but quickly stabbed another time, turning into a horizontal slash, aiming at Qin Lang and swung it suddenly.

But Qin Lang just flashed lightly and instantly avoided again.

"Ah..." Chen Menglu shouted and swung twenty-one swords in a row between the flashing lightning. It can be said that she was done in one go. Even if a person with high martial arts skills, he would probably be surprised by Chen Menglu's skills. Ordinary people may have already splattered blood on the spot in the face of this storm-like attack. They are disabled if they are not dead.

The light and shadow condensed by the sword light enveloped Qin Lang, and Qin Lang might be stabbed to death at any time.

Unfortunately, she met Qin Lang, who looked down on the world.

Every time the blade was only a few centimeters away from Qin Lang, but Qin Lang just slimly avoided it.

Even though Chen Menglu showed her talent and fully displayed the essence of the samurai sword, there was no breakthrough.

The more she tried her best to fight, the more frightened she became. She slowly realized that Qin Lang's martial arts had reached an incredible level, much higher than she expected.

In an apartment, the samurai sword could not beat an unarmed and relaxed young man. Chen Menglu felt that she had met the most difficult opponent in her life.

"It's not bad." Qin Lang casually dodged left and dodged right at the end, with a kind of chic lifting weights like dancing gracefully.

"If I'm not wrong, you should be a master of spying secrets. You are always looking for opportunities to assassinate me within twenty-four hours. You think it's the best time to start when I'm sleeping. You are scheming and making every step of the way, but in the end you find that my strength is far above your imagination, and you miscalculated."

Qin Lang was like casual chatting.

Chen Meng appeared as deep as water, feeling the silent contempt in the casual dodge and dodge, and the heavy pressure before the tsunami broke out.

Her face was as deep as water, and Qin Lang said it was right, as if she had eyes that were pierced with darkness.

"Oh, a woman who travels across the ocean and is willing to become someone else's pawn. She licks blood on the blade all day long. Even if she makes more money, what's the point?" Qin Lang moved his feet gently, and suddenly stretched out his fingers and gently flicked the samurai sword. Chen Menglu suddenly felt the back of her hand numb, and almost knocked the samurai sword away.

Only then did she realize that the opponent was just joking about herself, just as she tried her best to mock Qin Lang in the Zijun Villa. This was the cruelest contempt for a warrior. People were playing with their prey, just like a cat catching a mouse had to play with her prey as much as she wanted to play with her prey.

Scream...

Chen Menglu felt a gust of wind blowing, and the clothes on her arm suddenly shattered like leaves dancing in the wind, revealing a lotus root-like arm.

"You..." Chen Menglu was frightened and angry. The other party could shake his clothes into pieces while wielding his sword and attacking wildly. Then what else could he not do? If he was not shaking a piece of clothes on his arm, but shaking his organs, wouldn't he be killed instantly?

A cherry blossom tattoo suddenly appeared on his arm like a lotus root, and Qin Lang smiled:

"The killing weapon of Japan? Not bad, it is indeed a killing weapon. I still underestimate you. You are an excellent swordsman."

"You are wrong. I am from the Sky Eagle Chamber of Commerce. You will bring permanent disaster to your greed." Chen Menglu said hatefully.

"Well, the Japanese swordsmen hired by the Sky Eagle Chamber of Commerce, okay, it's better for you to surrender. No one in this world can kill me."

Qin Lang symbolically avoided the blade while not forgetting to chat.

Swhoosh, Chen Menglu bit her silver teeth and shook her right hand. The samurai sword suddenly changed its sword technique. The samurai sword was no longer shining with a cold light and sharp blade, but the blade became as soft as a willow branch.

Chen Menglu's sword swing posture is no longer fierce and domineering, but her whole body is like an ancient singer. The willows are gently brushing and her waist dances, as if she is intoxicated by a certain music.

However, the samurai sword became softer, and its body became softer, but its speed became faster, with almost no stop. The sword was fatal, and the sword was like silent air.

There was a slight change on Qin Lang's face, and he sighed: "The people of Japan have indeed absorbed many of my Chinese essences. Aren't these moves the flying goddess in Dunhuang? OK, very good."

Now Qin Lang no longer dodged so casually, but instead tried his best to avoid the other party's three moves. His posture was also the style of a master, and his every move was extremely chic.

"Then, you can take my move too." Qin Lang seemed to have a little interest in fighting, and his left palm shook and slowly pushed it out.

Chen Menglu let out a loud voice and waved his sword to Qin Lang's left arm. With a sound of hissing, the samurai sword tangled on Qin Lang's arm.
Chapter completed!