............ Snowflakes fell to the ground one by one, and they also fell on him.

looked up at the shadows of snowflakes, and then, what appeared in front of him was the ...... who swung a chilling sword that made his soul seem to be cut off Young men.

He couldn't help but start to get lost and start thinking.

What is and why?

Can this guy who looks so young and embarrassed defeat himself?

His obsession even transcended life and death in a moment, and a large snowflake fell on his eyes and turned into snow for a long time.

He still stared at Qingshan's face, without blinking.

(Am I going to die? Is my life meaningless? After all, what is meaningful in the world?)

"Hahh............"

Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that his eyelids were fighting, tired, and a little unable to open them.

In contrast, Komatsu, who was lying on the snow with blood streaming from the lower half of his body, had his eyes wide and round.

Looking at Komatsu's appearance that made him feel uncomfortable even to death, Aoyama put away the qi sword, intending to watch this strong enemy die without saying a word.

Look back at the battle just now, and record all these experiences.

Imprint the ability of the master in front of him in his eyes and his sword.

The respect that Aoyama can show to the enemy is the maximum.

The two of them were out of breath, and white breath kept coming out of their mouths.

............ Finally.

Komatsu still spoke.

Knowing that the real Grim Reaper was going to take him away soon, his face was surprisingly calm.

It seems to be like a splash of water, and the waves are not alarmed.

To be so open in the face of death must be because he has seen countless deaths.

He said with a calm face: "Soon, I will die, my life is meaningless." ”

Then, in his widening eyes, the pupils gradually dilated...... Diffusion......

"Is it meaningful for me to exist or to confront you, and if anyone sees all this, and records it and records it in poetry or form?"

Komatsu's pupils were completely devoid of brilliance, and he looked like he was dead, and the snowflakes that fell on his forehead had not melted for a long time.

However, the tattoos on his face looked like they were still alive.

Perhaps, this is the man who is called the Grim Reaper, and the last trace of his meaningless life is reluctant.

"Your sword...... Does it make sense?"

After saying this, Komatsu, the god of death, attended the Hundred Soldiers Conference and fought a sword sect man on the Street of Swords.

Defeated, killed, withered.

Aoyama's lips were a little purple from the cold, and he took a closer look at Komatsu's current appearance.

The lips are pressed together, the eyes are wide, and the corners of the mouth are slightly downward, as if they are ...... There are still many unwillingness.

But life is like this, there is nothing to do, and sometimes, when you haven't found the answer, you haven't reached the end yet.

It was declared over.

'Your sword...... Does it make sense?'

His last question still echoed in Aoyama's heart.

Aoyama patted the snow on his shoulder and rubbed his eyes.

He didn't know what the meaning of his sword was, and why he had to endure so much hardship and so much fatigue.

But he knew that his sword ............ Green Water taught him the sword............ It must have its meaning.

And when he can comprehend the wisdom of this sword.

It's him............ The day of the ascension of enlightenment.

Before that day comes, ...... yourself Never die!

Standing up, Aoyama suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

Just............ Didn't someone suddenly attack you, and you were rescued by another person who suddenly appeared?

That...... What is the condition of those two now, and where have they gone?

Looking around, the snow was very heavy, but the green mountains were still dimly visible.

Not far away, there were two figures.

I saw the sword knight in silver armor with a dagger stuck in his head.

He knelt on the ground with both hands holding his cross-sword, as if he were ...... Dead as well.

And the one it held in both hands, the longsword of the cross stuck in the ground.

At this moment, it looks like a cross, a ............ A tomb in the shape of a cross, a sword mound.

Just...... What's going on?

Qingshan had no way of knowing, so he had to approach step by step to see the final result of the two of them.

The ............ between the Tangmen Bamboo Tiger and the silver-armored knight

Last resort!!

'Were you born out of hatred and raised in sorrow?'

This sentence was deeply seared into the knight's heart.

The tragic past and the sadness along the way welled up in my heart.

The enemy in front of him turned out to be the guy who knew himself best.

And he had to kill this 'friend' he just met.

It is such a cruel thing to intersect with swords............

I saw that between the lightning and the fire, the bamboo tiger's eyes were hollow, and he was emotionless like a puppet galloping up.

The action is not muddy, and he keeps his eyes on the goal without distraction!

The knight completely steadied himself and stood firm.

Just when the Tangmen Bamboo Tiger had a hidden arrow in his hand, he was aiming at the gap under the helmet and entered-

This is the only crack that can be penetrated!!

.................. Miscellaneous!?

In the next moment, an unexpected scene appeared in the eyes of the bamboo tiger.

The silver-armored knight was almost in step with himself, and rushed towards him step by step against the sword.

The blade of his sword was still clinging to his neck.

This is like killing yourself, and it is impartial, completely covering up the only gap!!

Because there is no emotion, it is easier to be seen through.

The knight saw through what the bamboo tiger wanted at a glance, and even took risks alone, striving for a fair victory.

Looking at the approaching knight, a trace of waves appeared on Zhuhu's expressionless face.

He couldn't retract his strength to turn around, and if it continued like this, the two would collide.

(bad.................. ）

In an instant, Zhuhu, who sensed the seriousness of the situation, still failed to hold his poker face, and an anxious expression surfaced.

Immediately after, a heavy blow appeared in his face.

Knock, ding.

The hidden arrow shot was perfectly blocked by the long sword, and the knight's crooked helmet also hit the bamboo tiger's head.

The huge impact caused the brain in the skull to shake violently, but the bamboo tiger was still conscious and had a chance............

This............ Is there still a chance?

Bamboo Tiger clearly felt that the knight pushed with one hand, and the long sword that was on the knight's neck was already against his own throat at this moment.

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

The bamboo tiger was discouraged, and all that flashed in his mind was the news of his own death.

Scared?

Don't be afraid.

Killers are emotionless.

(Father, in the end, I didn't disappoint you again.) ）

Kerala Lala ————

The knight turned his back sharply, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and swung around to swing the seven-foot double-edged sword, and with a flick, blood splattered everywhere.

The huge iron rod with its scratches and dents, if not sharp enough, was enough to slowly cut a person's throat!

It's over, this battle, in the midst of danger, still doesn't hide his feelings, and the knight who poured it all into the sword won the victory.

"Goo...... Ah......h

The bamboo tiger still did not fall, and wanted to reach out and touch the funeral nail tied to his thigh.

Without emotion, he is still looking for an opportunity to win the enemy.

The knight looked at him, put down his sword, and made no further movements.

The figure of the enemy in his eyes gradually blurred, and the blood flowed like a stream, but the bamboo tiger could still clearly see the dagger stuck in the knight's helmet.

That handle...... Kill the master, and the ...... you get is 'loot'.

His vision was already blurry, but even so, he reached out his hands in the direction of the dagger............

Unable to make a sound, he kept struggling, not falling, but just groping in the direction of the dagger, with his trembling hands.

After a few moments, a warm feeling spread throughout the body, it was incredible, it would be so cold tomorrow.

Finally, the time has come.

The blood of the bamboo tiger had stained the black clothes red, turning the snow under his feet into blood.

He clutched his throat and shook it after two steps.

I just heard a pop.

The Tangmen in Shuzhong, the killer bamboo tiger, suddenly emerged from the thick snow covered, and finally fell into the vast snow.

Today, unlike that thunderstormy night, the sun in the sky was a little dazzling, but he couldn't see it clearly.

At the end, he blinked, and what appeared in Zhuhu's eyes was the beautiful death that awaited him.

He closed his eyes in peace of mind and went where he was supposed to go, where his father and eldest brother were.

Ahh You can see it even with your eyes closed.

Probably, this is what is called............ Death is like home.

.................. Bamboo Tiger's body has become very cold, and his soul seems to be no longer here, to reunite with his family.

Kara, Kara, the knight stepped forward and looked at the expression on the face of the enemy.

It's really strange that the cold-blooded killer with an expressionless face just now looks very happy at this moment............

An elegant melody came to mind, and the knight walked up to him, slowly plunged his sword into the earth, and fell to one knee.

The sword took the shape of a cross, and at this moment, it looked more like a tomb.

The knight put his hands on the hilt of his sword and prayed for the man whose name he didn't even know.

Forgive his soul, O God, for he is nothing but ...... A lost lamb.

In the midst of the blizzard, the chief knight knelt down and showed mercy to the enemy who wanted to take his life.

What a wonderful feeling............

Tread, tread, tread, tread.

Just as the knight's prayer was almost over, the sound of footsteps stamping on the snow rang in its ears.

The owner of the footsteps also hated this kind of sound and feeling very much, so he used the light technique of [Treading Snow Without a Trace].

He tried to keep his voice as low as he could.