I'm a priest in North America, and I'm my own god.

The night is now dark like ink, but there happens to be a moon, and the moonlight is like water.

To be honest, the scene now is very dramatic.

In America, a land full of modern atmosphere, the figure of a young samurai stood alone and firmly under the extinguished street lights. Only the moonlight could see the cold light of the sword in his hand.

Holding a samurai sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally forward, his eyes revealed a sharp and deep light, very much like the dueling samurai in the old childhood movies.

But the scene is wrong, brother!

Because opposite the samurai stood a tall and burly oriental man, but being tall and burly was not the point.

The point is, this oriental man is holding a Victor submachine gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle at the samurai, with a teasing smile on his face.

The samurai didn't have the slightest bit of cowardice, or even the fear of facing the gun. He looked at the submachine gun in the other person's hand, and then at the other person's expression before speaking quietly.

"Actually, before you appeared, I vaguely sensed a threat from you, but I didn't expect that you were relying on an ordinary submachine gun!"

The warrior suddenly spoke, and his slightly gloomy face softened slightly because of his low and magnetic voice.

His words reveal a master-like style, a little unworldly and free and easy, and a bit of sharp irony.

But with the knife in his hand, the chill became deeper and deeper.

Chen Yuan knew that he was not simple. To be honest, the cracked girl was just a tool of the organization behind the person in front of him, and she was mysterious.

And the person in front of him, holding a katana in his hand, was actually a more important person than the cracked girl.

Of course it's impossible. An ordinary person can be threatened by a submachine gun. But now he is an ordinary person, at least a little more than a normal person. He is an ordinary person with agile skills and proficient marksmanship.

So as an ordinary person with a gun in hand, after hearing this, he laughed out loud as he should: "Mr. Ninja from my childhood, do you think your samurai sword can fight against my firearms?

Let me educate you about this medieval antique. Although this Victor submachine gun is not powerful, it is famous for its fast rate of fire.

Now even gangsters no longer use knives to seize territory!

Don't make yourself look like an old antique from hundreds of years ago who doesn't know anything new, okay? "

He looks very much like a Western cowboy who was proud of his marksmanship decades ago.

The warrior smiled slightly and shook his head, as if to get rid of the vague sense of threat brought by the man in front of him:

"I dare to stand here and use a samurai sword as a weapon because I am not afraid of ordinary firearms.

It's not that I don't understand firearms.

Moreover, do you think that only your firearms are powerful? "

Before he finished speaking, the warrior suddenly moved and rushed towards Chen Yuan like a bolt of lightning.

His movements are quick and sharp, indeed very much like the swordsman from the ancient times in the movie.

Chen Yuan saw this, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. The warrior in front of him was indeed much faster than an ordinary person. If it were a normal gunman, his eyes might not even be able to keep up with the opponent's figure and movements.

But what he was about to perform next was a reaction that only an ordinary peak shooter could have.

So, he quickly raised the Victor submachine gun in his hand, pointed it at the warrior's extremely fast figure and pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun instantly burst into flames, and bullets shot towards the warrior like a heavy rain.

However, the samurai seemed to have expected it. He nimbly avoided the impact point, and at the same time, the Muramasa demon sword in his hand swung out sharp sword lights. Some of the bullets that were really unavoidable were actually blocked by the sword in his hand. Lost.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but be secretly surprised. He didn't expect this warrior to be so agile. Among ordinary mortals, this kind of skill could be considered to be at the pinnacle.

He knew in his heart that this contest was beyond the scope of ordinary firearms confrontation. If he was indeed a mortal, the battle in front of him would become a real life and death contest.

The figure of the samurai shuttled between the gaps of the bullets, and every time he swung the sword, he began to accumulate a cold murderous aura on the sword.

In his ordinary mortal state, Chen Yuan felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that he had to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible. Otherwise, if he did not use strength beyond the realm of mortals, he would probably be defeated by this warrior with only the firearm in his hand.

Was he really going to be forced by a young samurai to use strength beyond that of a mortal? However, he saw that the other party actually calculated the impact point of his bullet every time he fired, and made evasive actions in advance. Or just use the knife in your hand to block that position in advance.

In this case, if you want to know what these little people are going to do, you can only use powers beyond mortals.

So he planned to use his extraordinary eyesight combined with firearms to solve this little day in front of him.

Just as he made up his mind, the little warrior suddenly let out a roar, jumped up suddenly, and the Muramasa demon sword in his hand drew a bright sword light in the air.

Chen saw the situation and sighed in his heart. It was indeed very fast. He immediately adjusted the muzzle of his gun, preparing to receive what would be considered a fatal blow to ordinary people.

However, the samurai did not rush directly towards Chen Yuan. Instead, he suddenly changed his direction and struck a thick roadside tree next to him with his sword.

There was a loud noise, and the huge tree trunk broke. The huge tree crown fell and instantly covered the ground where Chen Yuan was.

Chen Yuan was a bit like Monk Zhang Er, confused. He couldn't figure out why the other party changed the target temporarily and went to chop down the tree instead of him.

What do you want to do?

He couldn't figure it out, but he still pretended to be very surprised and lowered the Victor submachine gun in his hand that had already emptied the magazine.

After the warrior landed, he looked at Chen Yuan coldly: "Do you think modern firearms can decide everything?

You know nothing about true power.

In the face of real martial arts, firearms are just insignificant tools. "

This tone does not regard him as an enemy, but may even regard him as a target that can be fought for.

What does this mean?

Chen Yuan thought for a while, then took a deep breath like an ordinary person: "So, this contest is not over yet?"

He gritted his teeth, replaced the magazine, and raised his submachine gun: "I'm ready to face the next challenge."

Unexpectedly, the samurai ignored the submachine gun in his hand and sheathed his sword: "I have always believed that killing is the worst way to deal with things.

If it is a person who is not worth mentioning, it will not make much difference whether to kill him or not.

I can feel that you do pose a slight threat to me, but your threat to me is not in the gun, but in yourself.

My feeling is not wrong!

It can be seen that you are definitely an outstanding talent.

If he is an outstanding person, I would rather turn him into a friend than kill him.

I extend my sincere invitation to you again. As you just saw, my performance has gone beyond the realm of ordinary people.

He has entered the extraordinary world and may advance to become a true god in the future.

This is the method our organization has found to allow mortals to become gods.

And you are an Easterner. Easterners have considered themselves descendants of gods since ancient times. Don’t you want to try to see how the world will be different after you truly become a god? "