was in a daze, smelling the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.

　　 His mouth was full of rust, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, and he couldn't breathe.

　　 "Is this down?"

　　 The old voice rebuked unpleasantly, and the angry wooden knife slashed down and slammed his face mercilessly: "It's shameful, Sasaki! Stand up for me!"

　　 He tried to raise his hand and prop up his body, but he fell to the ground soon.

　　 The eyes are dark.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He held his head and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Please let me rest...just a while, just a while."

　　 "Then quit, get out of here."

　　 kicked him mercilessly, the floor seemed to roll up, and patted him, the world was spinning and turbulent.

　　 The expressionless old face gradually blurred.

　　 The old man is looking down, looking down at himself, without any mercy.

　　 "Listen to me, Sasaki, of the students I have seen since the beginning of the dojo...you are the worst in talent, aptitude, and ability."

　　 "This is not incentive, but fact."

　　 The old man looked down at his face coldly, telling him word by word: "You are rotten wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?"

　　 In the silence, there was only a panting of embarrassment and the sound of struggling.

　　 The young man with a blue nose and swollen face was struggling to prop up his body, raised his hand, and grabbed the old man's trouser legs.

　　 "Teacher, please teach me..."

　　 He squatted on the ground, seated under the deformed soil, and humbly bowed his head and pleaded: "Please teach me...I...I have to repay the kindness and have to do things."

　　 Even though he has been delirious, he is still struggling in vain: "Please raise your hand, please..."

　　 In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently. For a long time, he slowly lifted his foot, threw away the hand that was pulling his trouser legs, and cruelly kicked him away.

　　 "Since you can't give up swordsmanship, learn to give up life, fool."

　　 The wooden knife slashed down and pierced the floor in front of him. The old man ordered one last time: "Stand up for me, immediately!"

　　 That old voice mixed with an angry roar, and it exploded in his ears.

　　 "When are you going to sleep, **** thing!!!"

　　 The eyes are black.

　　 Sasaki woke up from his dream, only to feel a sharp pain in his face, as if he had been punched hard, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of tranquilizers and opened his eyes.

　　 Then, I saw the Zatoichi in front of me.

　　 stunned in place.

　　 The blood-stained blind swordsman had broken into the cage, stood in front of his bed, raised his hand, and helped him tear off the shackles and the infusion tubes.

　　 is even more surprising, is the dress of Zatoichi today.

　　 "What's the matter with you like this?"

Under the broken Yingzhou robe is a camouflage uniform, body armor, gray helmet, dark military boots, full of magazines, a pistol tied to the leg, a grenade hung around the waist, and two hands held high. Of two MP5s.

　　 and the three samurai swords behind him...

　　 is simply, fully armed!

　　 But it is totally different from what Zatoichi expected.

　　 "Where did your SWAT team equipment come from?" Sasaki was stunned.

"Don't young people always say that recently... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned with a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, the gun is easy to use... I didn't expect it, I am now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force. !"

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 "Part-time job, the life of the blind in this world is not easy, why don't you go and work hard to give people a massage... hurry up and go."

Zatoshi put down a gun and stretched out his hand to pull him from the bed. "I broke in while chaos. I don't know what's going on outside now... It's not easy for a blind man to sneak in. Don't No matter how difficult it is for me to **** you out, okay?"

　　 Sasaki fell to the ground, only to hear a creak, the bracket on his leg collided with the ground, and his expression instantly twitched.

　　 severe pain.

　　 "You broke your leg?"

Zatoichi’s ears twitched slightly, his brows frowned, and he listened to the footsteps rushing from outside the door, his expression suddenly became impatient, and he could only put Sasaki’s arms against his shoulders, feeling helplessly: "We two are blind, one Lame, if you stop doing it in the future, we can still work together to do art. You show the way and I massage. How good are you doing it?"

"Thanks."

　　 Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back and used it as a cane, and limped along with Zatoichi to rush out.

　　 The more outward, the more tragic the scenes you see.

　　 In the glazed palace garden, which is as gorgeous as the heavenly kingdom, at this moment, there are constantly deformed monsters running, rushing to eat flesh and blood, and the scene of living **** is constantly being staged.

　　 The boiling eight evils filled every inch of air, pulling everyone into solidification and **** a little bit.

　　 After the reversal into disaster, his self-contained horror and demons lingered in everyone's heart.

　　 is like a sharp blade, hanging on the head of everyone in the family. Whenever there is a trace of evil thoughts in the heart, it will be quickly amplified and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation...

　　 This is a curse against blood.

　　 "Sasaki, I know you, Sasaki, help me...help me..."

The wriggling man flowed out of the original empty shell with difficulty, on the ground, raised his twisted palm, and screamed sharply: "I am restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago... ...Help me, I spoke for you..."

　　 responded to him with indifferent gunfire.

　　 Zatoichi listened to the position, pointed at his face, pulled the trigger, and after a round of bullets were shot indifferently, he took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing corpse, and ignited it.

　　 The flames are rising.

　　 And Sasaki is still stuck in place.

　　 staring at everything in front of me...

　　 "Give up, Sasaki, Satomi's house is out of help."

　　 Sasaki was silent, without speaking, as if he had lost his soul.

　　 "There is no time to waste, go!"

　　Zatoichi was furious, and grabbed his hand to drag him away, but instantly, stiffened in place... his angry expression froze, and gradually, he lost his blood.

　　 was pale.

　　 Feel the crisis, feel the breath of terror...

　　 Amidst the sudden loud noise, the cold current gushes out from the gap in the wall, instantly taking away all the temperature. A thick icicle protruded from outside the wall and pierced obliquely into the sky. Then, the cold light flashed, the icicle tore apart and fell towards the ground.

　　 with the figure above.

　　 A high-pitched roar came from the frost wind.

　　 Like a giant elephant neighing.

　　Father Frost was advancing amidst the roar, the golden saber cut down, pressing harder at every step, blatantly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard, mercilessly.

　　 can't show mercy either.

　　Because of the **** color dancing-the evil thoughts of the sky were stirred up, surrounded by the crimson blade, and cut forward!

　　 is still the crude and crude Tang bamboo type!

　　 Is that really swordplay? Is that really using a sword? Or is it just taking a stick to make do?

　　 But when the blade of resentment is raised, the fierce fire of evil thoughts will adhere and burn vigorously.

　　 When the blade fell, it burst out with a stern roar, and set off the stormy waves in the snowstorm.

　　 The wind and snow rolled down, Father Frost's saber suddenly shook, and a gap appeared again, and soon, the multiplication of frost had covered the gap.

　　 But then, the slash of the Blade of Resentment has been cut again!

　　 There is no breathing time.

　　The shelling of 1812 has just begun!

　　The flames of the forbidden hand are burning vigorously.

　　Amidst the fierce flames, the beautiful faces are now as hideous as evil spirits!

　　The casting furnace is extracting the evil thoughts in the air, transforming the power full of **** into the source quality, and bursting with the chopping!

　　 has no regard for the possibility of erosion, and does not need the cheating and transformation of magic cooking skills. Now the divinity that points to Xihe glows with a faint light, covering him.

　　 From the moment he advanced to become the lord of the group, the ray of divine nature that had sprouted from the young man had already swallowed all this trivial pollution.

　　He is the home court in the magical realm he has transformed into his own freedom!

　　 The darkness of the Bone-Buried Sanctuary unfolded violently, and the pious odes moved again. The crow unfurled its iron wings and broke through the blizzard, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

　　 is like a burning meteor, whistling back and forth.

　　 After attaching Huaishi's elemental weapons, the flaming iron crow has turned into an uncompromising border relic, and every dive and flyby is equivalent to an attack made by Huaishi himself.

　　 That slender and thin figure suppressed Father Frost in an incredible way!

　　 The blizzard roared suddenly, and the spreading cold current quickly shrank, and it turned into a huge carriage after Father Frost. Under the pulling of the frozen horse, it marched forward violently, finally dispelling the indefinite crowd of crows!

　　 Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen ice edge behind him. The sharp ice edge quickly extended in his hand and turned into a heavy axe.

　　 Holding a saber in one hand, and dragging an exaggerated axe and halberd in the other, a new storm was set off again.

　　 "What the **** is that..."

　　In the corner, the blind Zatoshi raised his muddy eyes, feeling the change in the air dullly.

　　 Suddenly an unreasonable storm fell from the sky, covering everything. The source of the turmoil formed a whirlpool, and when the two huge eyes collided with each other, it set off an earth-shattering turbulence.

　　 But in the observation of the mind's eye, there is not nothing in the emptiness'eye of the wind'.

　　 Even though he couldn't see the outline of the body, he could still sense the terrifying essence.

　　 one is wrapped in frost from the wild, as if to completely freeze everything, the frantic source material spreads, forming an overwhelming storm.

　　 And the other one seems to be the distortion of the demons itself!

　　 Like his incarnation descending in a comfortable way...

　　The demon descended in his courtyard and palace, speaking magic, and boiling evil thoughts surged, and the tamed one was driven and devoured by her... She had already become the master here.

　　 Anti-guest!

　　Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the land of twilight, it is a child's play now that he is at ease! The magic realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

　　Zatou City stiffened in the corner.

　　 held the hilt subconsciously.

　　 When you accidentally break into the scene where the beasts are fighting for territory, you will feel fear.

　　 But now, when two auras like tyrannical natural disasters descended from the sky and arrogantly descended on their heads, Zatoichi could only feel...unspeakable tremors.

　　When facing a tenth level storm, is fear useful? Will showing good to it be effective? Can you avoid being ravaged by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

　　 is not a threat that can be avoided by showing kindness and avoidance.

　　 Whatever the onlookers do is of no avail.

　　 He only hopes that luck can take care of himself, not to involve himself and the idiot next to him...

　　 Until the violent roar faded away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard ~lightnovelpub.net~ After confirming that the two had gone, Zatoichi slowly sighed in relief.

　　 He stretched out his hand to pull Sasaki to continue walking, but Sasaki still stood still.

　　 There are soft footsteps in the distance.

　　 Outside the open palace gate, the young samurai walked slowly, holding the blood-stained blade, and ruthlessly cut off the head of the blood relative.

　　 When I raised my head, I saw a messy courtyard with two people standing in it.

　　 was taken aback first, then suddenly.

　　 "It's Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they run out? It's great, it seems that they are free."

　　 As if heartily overjoyed for the escape of the two, Satomi Kazuki solemnly urged: "This is no longer a safe place. The two have nothing to do with this place. Please leave as soon as possible."

　　 In this way, the blood-stained face resembling a fox smiled, nodded politely and said goodbye, turned around and prepared to leave.

　　 Then, I heard a low voice drawing a knife behind him.

　　 is Sasaki.

　　 "Sorry, Zatoichi, I really can't let it go."

　　 The lame man, holding his weapon in his hand, staggered and arduously stepped forward, staring at Jijing’s face, and whispered softly: "There are always some grievances that need to be broken..."

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