Chapter 419, the fall of the Sword God!

If your eyes are sharp enough, if your eyes are the eyes of the enemy. You'll know what a miraculous sword it is.

At least in the eyes of Mo Xiaodi, this sword is not static and ordinary.

The sword was not a branch, but a real sword. A peerless sword.

It was trembling slightly, with fear and excitement. Maybe it's because of his birth.

It was the sword that was shaking, not the hand of the Chiba military department shaking. He stabbed out tens of nearly a million swords, and no matter what the circumstances, his hand holding the sword never trembled.

The sword body has life, it has an independent consciousness.

It aimed at the old drunkard's eyebrows, eyes, and throat, as well as his chest, heart, or abdomen.

It can even attack the lower plate quickly, stabbing the old drunkard's 29 points across the span and the 72 points of the big and small legs.

It shrouded all the fatal points on the old drunkard's body, and it also shrouded the old drunkard's whole body.

The name of the sword is unintentional!

In other words, at the moment of the final attack, even the Chiba military department itself did not know where it would stab.

It's just a few tenths of a second, maybe less.

You don't have time to blink once, you can't breathe once, your heart doesn't beat. The gap between the previous heartbeat and the next heartbeat ---- a shorter period of time.

The Chiba military department disappeared from the spot, and a sword stabbed the old drunkard in the throat.

Yes, at the last moment, he finally locked on to what he wanted.

Throat!

A sword stabs the throat!

A sword seals the throat!

The old drunkard finally moved.

He rushed towards the Chiba Arsenal with a long stick in hand, leaving an afterimage in his place, and his body distorted into nothingness.

In an ugly, and seemingly very savage and rude gesture, he raised the long stick in his hand and stabbed at the Chiba Army.

The stick didn't even have a sharp spear head.

Their bodies brushed by. Or rather, two shadows that couldn't be seen clearly.

It's just a change of position, but a change of mode of getting along. From standing opposite to facing each other.

The Chiba Soldier Department stood in the position where the old drunkard was standing just now, and the old drunkard also stood in the footprints of the Chiba Soldier Division.

Then, everything stands still.

Their bodies gradually became clear, turning into two living bodies instead of a vague phant.

The gray sky is like someone's black face, and the white world is so dreamy.

The two *** with wide robes and big sleeves are in an independent and narrow courtyard, because the small courtyard is small, it seems that their figures are strangely majestic and tall. Such as the king of the ancient god of war.

The wooden branch in the hand of the Chiba military department was dripping blood downward, one drop, two drops, three drops---- red blood water slowly melted a piece of snow on the ground.

The chest of the gray robe on the old drunkard's body was stained brown with blood, and when the old drunkard thought that his sword would stab his throat, the Chiba military department actually attacked the chest again.

On the basis of that fast speed, there are very few people in this world who can do it.

The wooden stick in the old drunkard's hand flew away, and flew towards the wooden door of the small courtyard, like a spear, pierced in the middle of the wooden door panel, and the half of the stick disappeared, leaving only a short part exposed in the courtyard.

"Why?" asked the old drunkard, in a deep voice.

"I lost to you twenty years ago. Chiba said softly. The voice is soft and gentle, like reluctance, and like relief.

"That's why?"

"Twenty years later, I lost to Fang Yan. ”

"That's why?"

"Huaxia is too powerful. The Chiba Warrior Department sighed and said, "The Huaxia warriors are too powerful. Twenty years ago, I was ambitious to conquer China with Oriental Kendo. It's a pity that before I could take that step, you forced me back. ”

"Twenty years later, I mustered up the courage to go east again. The result was even more disastrous than the last time, he was defeated in Huacheng at the hands of an unknown junior---- Fang Yan is a wizard who practices martial arts, and how many geniuses like Fang Yan can have in Huaxia? Even a young girl who is familiar with Fang Yan, with her talent and qualifications, will not be under me ----in the future."

"Defeated at your hands, I still have hope. I hope that I will come with a sword in the coming day and wash away the shame with blood. However, when I saw them, I really despaired. There are too many talents in Huaxia, and the young people in Huaxia are too powerful---- such young men and girls, I hate that I don't have any in the East. Not a single one. Heaven treats us so unfairly. ”

"I've always been curious, curious about what kind of magic the land of Huaxia has, why I can feed my children so well and so bravely? ”

"I knew in my heart that I wasn't what they hoped for. I will only give them illusory psychological comfort and a short-lived dose of psychotropic medicine. This kind of psychological comfort and psychiatric medicine can deceive them, paralyze them---- and make them still have expectations and fantasies. I believe that one day, one day I will bring victory and glory to them. ”

"The consequences are too devastating. You fought dozens of islands in the Oriental Ocean with one person and one sword, the scenery is infinite, and you have completely trampled the dignity of the Oriental warriors under your feet. You have achieved the Huaxia Qinglong, but no one has come forward with the Oriental warriors, everyone has taken refuge in their own small homes and licked their wounds---- our generation has completely lost, what about the next generation?"

"When a young man like Fang Yan really grows up, when he also becomes an incomparably sharp sword like you, when he also does what you did back then, breaking into the East with one person and one sword---- at that time, who can resist the young people of the East? Who can be the enemy?"

"The loss of my generation has brought fear to the younger generation of warriors. If the next generation of warriors loses, what kind of psychological impact will it have on the next generation of warriors? Every time you lose, your morale will drop. If we lose three times in a row, where is the morale? Where is the talent? Who will protect my people? Who will guard the gate of our country?"

Chiba clutched his throat and coughed lightly twice, his palms stained red with red blood.

Blood poured out from between his fingers, creating a delicate abstract picture.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, I really envy you----- envy you for being born in this magnificent China, and envy you for having this black land under your feet. I envy you talents, I envy you for being proud and fearless----- if Fang Yan is a good person. If Fang Yan is a good Chinese, in that case, why would I go to this dead end?"

"Why is that?" said the old drunkard with a sigh. "Only by living can there be hope, and only by living can we see a longer-term future. It's ---- alive that counts. From Huaxia Qinglong to today's drunkard waste, the tendons are broken, and there is no hope of recovery. The woman you love the most forsake you, leaving your heart in the mire and eternal hell. One day of soberness, one day of pain. Think about it once, and then be sad once. I'm such a poor man who still lives secretly, and if I were to die, I don't know how many times I would have died?"

"You live because you still have thoughts. The Chiba military department said softly: I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that my old friend who was famous in China would fall into such a situation. "Your meridians are cut off because you believe that one day they will break through the cage. The woman you love the most has abandoned you because you believe that she will come back one day or that she will always be there. I'm alive, and there's really no hope left. Twenty years and twenty years, where can I have more than twenty years? In the next twenty years, when my hair is gray, will I still have the courage to fight the sword again to challenge the heroes of China? At that time, I am afraid that I will not even be able to hold the sword steadily, right?"

"I'm alive, and I can't save Toyo Martial Arts. I died to make them completely hopeless. Chiba's voice was extremely firm, believing in the future he was looking forward to. "It is only in the most desperate moments that people can burst into unimaginable potential. I believe in thousands of Oriental warriors, and I look forward to their future. I know that there will be countless young talents like Fang Yan growing up among them---- only then will I have the prosperity of the East, and only then will I have the prosperity of the Oriental Martial Arts. ”

"What do you regret?"

"Regret?" Chiba Bingbu thought for a moment and said, "I hope that I won't be held up to the altar by others in my next life." Because, if you go up, you can't come down again. I just want to be a swordsman. ”

The body of the Chiba military department slowly fell to the ground, and then lay flat on all fours and fell into the snow nest.

The stick passed through his abdomen, leaving a pitch-black hole there.

The white clothes on his body were dyed red with blood, and the snow on the ground was also dyed red with blood. The white clothes and the white snow became the red clothes and the red snow.

The Chiba military department opened his eyes and looked at the sky above his head, and said: "We don't have such land in the East, so I let myself be buried here---- I will turn myself into a handful of dust here, bless my people with more athletes, and bless me with the prosperity of the Oriental martial arts." ”

"Please forgive me for being selfish. Chiba said with a chuckle. "Because only death at your hands is a real relief for me. ”

"I forgive you. The old drunkard said softly: "The strong are lonely, and Fang Yan also needs a sharpened opponent." ”

"We said that whoever wins toasts whom. Chiba said with a smile. This smile is heartfelt, warm and peaceful.

The old drunkard walked to the corner, lifted a large vat and poured it wildly.

His head was full of wine, and his stomach was full of wine.

He poured the remaining half of the liquor next to the head of the Chiba Army, and the Chiba War Department closed his eyes with a face full of relief as he smelled the rich aroma of the wine.

The Oriental Sword God Chiba Soldier has fallen!