I don't know when the wind and snow became fierce, the leader of the dark Naiwu, the old man with white hair and beard, stood tall in the open space in front of the temple, although the cold wind was bitter and cold, but he only wore a single coat, closed his eyes and recuperated, and did not realize it at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His head and shoulders were covered with snow, but his heart was surging like lava.

Now that the mechanism has been activated, it means that his subordinates are dead.

said that he was a subordinate, but he was actually a relative.

And he doesn't have many relatives, and today he lost a few.

In that case, then what else is there to say.

It is nothing more than revenge for them...... Or go after them!

Killing or being killed, isn't this how you come through in your life?

The sound of footsteps on the snow rang out.

The old man opened his eyes.

Yingluo lowered her head and staggered out of the woods, her long hair and clothes stained with a lot of fallen leaves and branches, full of embarrassment.

But she's not one, it's two.

It's not Kenshin.

It's ugly.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground, being grabbed by Yingluo and dragged by his feet, his arms were broken, his eyes were white, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

But Yingluo never cared about corpses, and the ones who could make her expend her strength must be living people.

"Aren't you pulling out your sword?" the old man was also a little surprised, he glanced at the ugliness on the ground, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"You should be talking, but I'm sorry, thanks to you, my ears are buzzing right now, and I can't hear what you're saying. Yingluo raised her head, she squinted her eyes, threw the ugliness forward and said: "Hmph, I thought it was really a coward who escaped from the battle, but it turned out to be a play for the sake of my carelessness? ”

Yes, the so-called escape and betrayal are just stupid and ugly performances.

Even if he is controlled by stupidity, Ugly doesn't think he has the ability to kill Yingluo, and since he has already determined that he is incompetent, then there is no point in being stubborn, just return everything to the original plan.

They are not killers at all, or rather, everyone in Dark Naiwu is not a killer when they are pulled out individually.

They are the parts that make up an instrument, and only when they are taken together can they really work.

Dark Naiwu is not a killer organization, it is the real killer.

Ah Fu is responsible for depriving his enemies of their hearing, Stupidity and Ugliness are responsible for depriving their enemies of their vision, and the Old Man, the leader of the Dark Martial Arts, is responsible for killing scarred enemies.

They didn't need to fight with Yingluo for life and death from the beginning, and everything before was just 'adding drama without permission'.

The old man takes care of his own people very much, and does not require them to fight to the death, all they have to do is turn off the engine.

Although gunpowder is dangerous, as long as it is handled properly, there are still traces to follow.

Unlike people, when they are good, they are incomparably good, and when they are evil, they are incomparably evil.

Elusive.

The old man has been enlightened all his life, and he doesn't understand why the same person who grew up eating rice was born with countless different ideas.

Money, power, fame, sex, everyone has their own pursuits, which leads to irreconcilable differences, and then conflicts erupt.

Is it so hard to live a good life?

He just wanted to eat three meals a day, why did he become the killer of the shogunate?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to know.

Because now, he just wants revenge!

The snow on his body melted silently, and the old man's body erupted with a fierce momentum, like flames.

Although Yingluo can't see with his eyes, his senses are much sharper than before, and it seems that even his skin can perceive everything.

She raised her eyebrows and said admiringly, "What an amazing momentum, it seems that you should be their leader, right?"

"Yes, the old man is the leader of the Dark Warriors, and in the name of the shogunate, he came to take the head of the head of the sword Drawer!" The old man paused: "But it doesn't matter, even if you don't draw the sword, I will avenge my subordinates!"

"Yes, I can't hear you. Yingluo shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you want to fight, hurry up, and if you don't fight, you will hand over Ba!"

"Xuedaiba, are you also here for her, I can't see that she, the daughter of an inferior samurai, can make friends with many masters. The old man said, taking a few steps to the side, but Yingluo was still facing the direction he had been standing.

Sure enough, vision has not yet been restored.

The old man confirmed in his heart, opened his mouth and said, "Looking at you like this, it's already good to be able to come here." But without something to protect, the battle becomes extremely difficult. Shedaiba has been deceiving you all along, you have no reason to fight at all! Unlike me, my subordinates are my precious relatives, and avenging them is the only compensation I can do!"

"With this kind of power, I've already surpassed my limit!"

The old man roared and rushed over.

He didn't have any blades, he was best at boxing.

He prefers to trust his body than in external objects!

A punch hit Yingluo's jaw, and thick green tendons bulged out on his arms, which showed the great strength.

But no matter how great the power is, it is pointless if you can't fight.

Ying Luoxiao took half a step back and easily dodged, not at all like he couldn't see it.

"Good!"

The old man admired in his mouth, but his subordinates were merciless, their fists were like cannons, mixed with wind and snow, and they continued to bombard him.

Ying fell into the shadow of the fist and flashed left and right, seemingly dangerous, but he dodged at the moment of the moment.

Gradually, the old man's fist speed slowed down, and his breath became a little intense.

And Yingluo is still at ease.

No, it should be said that it is more handy.

"There was once a man who wanted to kill me, named Uonuma Umizu, who was blind but created his own heart eye. I have to say, it is just right for the current situation. Yingluo said.

The mind eye relies on its superb sense of hearing to perceive the flow of air and the friction of muscles, so as to predict the opponent's moves in advance. But Yingluo is not only unable to see in his eyes at the moment, but also buzzing in his ears, and he can't use his heart and eyes.

But this body that came through brought her a surprise, even if she didn't rely on hearing, only the touch of her skin, she seemed to be able to predict everything.

The bitter cold wind has become the source of everything, and the cold snowflakes have become the elves that convey messages.

And she is the dragon who controls the wind and snow!

Dragons can transform all things, and they are eclectic.

It's not so much about the ability to learn, it's about the inhuman adaptability.

No matter what kind of environment, what kind of predicament, as long as she is given time, it will eventually become her home field!

Unless she can be killed with lightning speed at the beginning, she must be the only one who wins in the end.

Therefore, although the old man is powerful, although she is in a sluggish state at the moment, every second that passes, her chances of winning increase by a few points.

Until...... Make it all a foregone conclusion.

An upgraded version of the heart eye has been born.

Stronger than the original, let her stand tall and invincible.

"Boxing? It just so happens that I can also do a boxing technique!"

"Yes, but I want to open the old man's eyes!"

Although Yingluo couldn't hear it, he seemed to be able to detect the other party's attitude. She licked her lips and clenched her fists: "Then, don't be killed by me, old man!"

"Double strength!"

A straight punch without any fancy, ordinary.

But why, the hairs all over my body stood on end.

The old man felt that he had been closely watched by an invisible tiger!

But instead of retreating, he yelled and threw a punch as well.

This punch does not have a resounding name, not even a specific name, but it is full of his persistence and belief.

It's ordinary, but it's powerful!

Two fists, slammed together.