Updated: 2013-04-08

"Young Sect Master!" Seeing Kuroki Junyi walking towards the murderous demon without blinking, it seemed that he really wanted to kneel. Behind him, Fujiwara Tsuyoshi and Kayama made two more people's faces changed miserably, and they screamed sadly. Just about to rush out.

"Stop, don't come here!" Kuroki waved at them, and his footsteps did not stop, moving forward step by step.

Who says men bleed and don't shed tears?

Biting his lip, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth mixed with tears. Fujiwara Tsuyoshi and Kayama have two more scarlet eyes. His eyes twinkled with determination. They looked at each other, the same eyes, the same death.

With a loud roar in unison, the two of them bounced up at the same time and pounced towards Minamoto Yoshiro. The two of them, who have already sprouted the will to die, don't want to live to see their fellow brothers being humiliated by the enemy and have no power to rescue, and they don't want to live to see the young master being humiliated in order to save his brother. They, along with the brothers who died, were real men. Have courage and responsibility. When courage loses its effectiveness and that commitment is in vain, the world in their eyes will turn gray. Temporarily remnant, the two people who survived knew in their hearts that since they were powerless to change anything, since they had made these people become fish meat that others could chop and cut at will, then there would be no value in this world.

The moth threw itself into the fire, knowing that it would die without hesitation. The incident happened in a hurry, and by the time Shunichi Kuroki noticed the movements of the two, it was already too late. I only had time to yell, "Don't!"

Poof, poof, the sound of claws pointing into flesh.

The expressionless Minamoto Yoshiro has ten fingers on both hands like hooks, which are inserted from the front chests of the two of them and reveal from the back. Blood flowed down his fingers. So red, so glamorous, so ruthless, and so pathetic.

"Hmph, I can't do it!" Minamoto Yoshiro shook his hands and threw the two of them into the air, like broken sandbags, garbage worth half a penny, and fell in front of Shunichi Kuroki.

"No!" Wailing and roaring bitterly, Kuroki Junichi knelt on the ground, and his hands frantically pressed the fist-sized hole in their chests, and the vitality of his whole body was like a flood of floods, pouring his life into the two of them. But it's useless, Minamoto Yoshiro is obviously an expert in killing, and the claw through the chest has already cut off the vitality of the two of them, and the reason why he hasn't lost his breath is because of the residual consciousness when he was dying.

“…… Few...... Door Master ...... Let's go first...... ......"

"I'm sorry...... It's our ...... Useless...... Let's go down with my brothers first...... The young master is born in the next life...... Again...... See ......"

"No, no, no, Fujiwara Gang wake up, don't die, you wake me up! Kayama? Kayama again! Fujiwara Tsuyoshi! Wake up, wake up! Don't leave me alone! Don't!" The sadness and stimulation were too great, and at the same time that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his heart, his eyes burst out, and blood mixed with tears flowed down his cheeks. Kuroki shook this vigorously, picked up the crazy one and shook it crazily, and finally held the heads of the two in his arms and knelt on the ground and cried. This moment. The genius martial artist Shunichi Kuroki, who is famous in Southeast Asia and is known for his ruthlessness, is gone, and he cries like a child. Helpless, desolate, weak.

Witnessing this qiē from the side, most of the bones in his body were fractured and cracked, and Fukuzawa Xiaoshi, who was trampled on his throat and couldn't move, burst out with all his potential, biting Genyoshi Yashiro's calf, trying to tear off a piece of meat, and shaking his head wildly, but Genyoshi Yashiro's whole body muscles and even skin suddenly became harder than rocks, he wore out his lips, bit his tongue, loosened his sockets, and tore his mouthful full of teeth, not even biting off a single leg hair on Genyoshiro's legs, but he kicked Fukuzawa Koshiro's mandible with a cold snort, and the blood spurting out of his mouth splashed a foot away。 Minamoto Yoshiro then sneered, "Your companions are dead, you go and ...... too"

"No!" Kuroki Jun's eyes widened, and he let go of the cold corpse in his arms that was gradually hardening. shouted in his mouth: "No, no, no, no, you can't kill him, you can't kill my senior brother, no, no, no, no......, no,

While rolling and crawling, he pounced.

Minamoto Yoshiro's face suddenly became strange and terrifying, as if he had long lost the expression that a person should have, and when Kuroki Shunichi pounced on him, his feet crushed hard, clicking, and a subtle crisp sound, crushing Fukuzawa Koshi's throat. The latter's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Poof, Shunichi Kuroki knelt at Minamoto Yoshiro's feet in despair, and slowly reached out to soothe Fukuzawa Koshi's eyes. Then he looked up blankly, his expression stiff like that of the walking dead.

"Why? I listened to you and knelt down for you. Why did you kill him? Why didn't you count? Why did you lie to me? Why, why did you ......" At first, Kurogi Jun spoke in a low voice and spoke slowly, but later he spoke faster and faster, and his voice became higher and higher. His face was distorted, and his expression became more and more hideous and crazy, and he suddenly grabbed the hem of Genyoshi's shirt, tore it, and roared irrationally: "Why?

He was answered by a resounding slap from Minamoto Yoshiro, then raised a kick and kicked him in the heart, kicking him seven or eight meters away, hitting the wall, and bounce back to the ground again. When he was about to get up, Minamoto Yoshiro, who was followed by a ghost, stepped on his back, put his knees against the back of his neck, grabbed his hair, and slowly dragged his head upwards until his neck bone was about to break.

The whole person was half-kneeling on his back, bent over, and his eerie face was facing his face. Said: "Because I'm a strong man, it's not up to you to kill or not, understand?"

The neck was pulled back by the force of irresistibility, the neck bone protruded, it was difficult to breathe normally, the blood flow was not smooth, the face was swollen purple, and it was extremely difficult to speak.

"You...... You...... Kill me, kill me......"

"Kill you? no, no, no, you are the young master of Wuyin Beichen, you are very valuable, it would be a pity to kill you like this. I'm going to make a deal with your family. ”

"No...... Can...... Yes...... Kurogi ...... The people of the clan...... From...... Coercion and coercion are not accepted. ”

"Then I'll put you in the hands of those in need, no, no, it's not good, by the way, auction, I'm going to take you out for auction, whoever gives the highest price, I'll give you to whomever I want. It's a good idea, and in this way, I can also get a lot of money, and you, the genius martial artist Shunichi Kuroki, and the family behind you will be discredited. What do you think of my approach?"

Attacked by great fear, he is not afraid, but if he damages the prestige accumulated by the Fog Hidden Beichen for hundreds of years, and humiliates the honor of the Kuroki family, even if he dies, he will die with sin and spurned by the clan. It is also the most humiliating way to die in the world.

No, he must not be allowed to succeed.

Kuroki Shunichi stuck out his tongue with difficulty, trying to bite his tongue and kill himself.

But he suddenly found that his mouth had lost the power to chew.

Listen to Minamoto Yoshiro's smug and rampant laughter.

Shunichi Kuroki is completely desperate!

Bloody tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, he died.

Not physical death, but spirit, and heart.

Even Minamoto Yoshiro doesn't kill him.

He also became a living man whose soul died.

…… I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know if it's his own delusion, but in a trance he seems to hear a long sigh.

Another cough.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed, and the figures were crowded. The faces are so familiar.

Hmm? At the opposite door stood a tall teacher with white hair and white clothes. Fukuzawa Xiaozhi beside him, Fujiwara Tsuyoshi and Kayama Zazo, suddenly turned around, looked behind him, all the senior brothers were there, looked down at himself, didn't fall to the ground, touched the back of his neck, touched his face, it was very clean, all the people, their faces were also very clean, the ground was very clean, the walls were very clean, everywhere was very neat and clean, and the room was not messy at all.

It's just that the expressions on the faces of these people are the same dazed, shocked, and overwhelmed as Kuroki Shunichi. How can the disciples who were torn to death by the source Yoshiro have their eyeballs gouged out, their scalps torn off, and they are tortured to death can't help but touch their faces and heads. Looking at the thin little old man standing with Mr. Noyama again, the people are still the same, the clothes are still the same, the figure is still the same, the appearance is the same, and the expression is still the same, and everyone is feeling cold in their hearts. The cold current rushed straight to the Tianling Gai from the tail, and after anyone died once, he would not be calm when he came back to life and saw the ruthless murderer in the past, and it was already rare if he didn't run away.

"What the hell is going on?" Shunichi Kuroki, who was a mess in his head, never noticed that his words were so ugly and harsh.

Noyama Asaji looked at the pale faces of all the disciples, including Kuroki Shunichi. looked at Yuanyi Yashiro beside him, bowed, sighed, and said: "Master Yuanyi, there is an ancient Chinese saying that the bell must be tied to the bell. Please. ”

Seeing Minamoto Yoshiro nodding, he turned around and left with confidence.

Watching Noyama Asaji leave, all the disciples took a step back in unison, and lingering palpitations were accumulating in the depths of their eyes.

Minamoto Yoshiro turned his head to look at the doorway, and turned to grin at the group of disciples, revealing a mouthful of healthy and neat white teeth. "This time he's really gone. ”

Kuroki Shunichi frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Master Genyi, what the hell is going on?I clearly remember ...... just now?"

"I've killed them, haven't they?" Genyi Yashiro intercepted his words, raised his hand and beckoned everyone to sit down, and waited for everyone to sit down before he said: "Actually, the matter is very simple, from the moment I appeared at the door and the head teacher of Noyama came to my side, and everything that happened after that was all illusions, all fake!"

"What?" exclaimed as many people jumped on the spot.

"It can't be!"

"Silence!" Kuroki snorted coldly, stopping the commotion. He bowed to Minamoto Yoshiro, "Please continue." ”