The young and beautiful woman patted the boy's head dotingly, and did not turn her head to say a few perfunctory words, but the boy insisted on pulling hard, and the woman couldn't get entangled, so she had to turn her head to look out the window, and only saw the blood-red sunset that was about to fall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The sun has set, and Superman has flown home to find his mother,...... Little Treasure ......"

Under the setting sun, the white smoke and thick ink whistle flew all over the sky, and behind the white water vapor, two blurred figures were still tirelessly flickering and colliding.

Griffith slashed into the abdomen of the second-order Liuya, and the other party did not hesitate, resisted the wound, and gave the big demon a backhand.

Griffith took the second order of the flow of inches, the short knife was raised again, the Oriental samurai used the elbow to repel the handle of the short knife, and in a short distance, the two of them faced each other with cold faces, and the speed was almost indistinguishable, only the sound of dense exchanges was heard like rain.

Red blood spilled on the ground, and Griffith and the Second Order Ryuya slapped back, each staggering back. The Great Demon threw the scarred short knife in his hand, and was picked up by the second-order streamer, and then he took out another one from his cuff, and screamed 'ahh

In this high-intensity battle for nearly an hour, the second order Ryuya and Griffith each slashed each other no less than six times.

Both of them are people with a strong sense of battle and good positioning, and at the beginning, the momentum of the two sides was like a rainbow, but they were not injured much. But this high-intensity battle has lasted for a long time, and the momentum of the two sides has superimposed on each other, fueling the flames, and it has become a situation that is now endless.

Knowing that neither of them is easy to match, the two invariably gave up defense and chose a strong offensive strategy.

The second-order Ryuya and the Great Demon are both people with a keen sense of battle, and with the knowledge of the two, they can easily realize the drawbacks and uncontrollability of passive defense.

But with the strong attack on Mai Mang with the tip of the needle, no matter how clever the defense of the two is, how surprising the position is, one side will eventually fall.

The Great Demon and the samurai of Dongyang fought again, gasping and looking at each other's cheeks.

"What a stubborn guy......"

The second-order Ryuya inserted the long knife into the scabbard, and he planned to use that powerful sword drawing technique, Iai to slash.

The high-intensity duel of physical strength and energy made both of them a little pale, and under the orange-red light, sweat flowed from the side face of the second order, and fell into the dust along the sharp chin.

The second-order Liuya didn't expect Griffith's sword skills to be so good, although there was still some gap between him and himself who had been immersed in the sword path for many years, but Lunchi's majestic style of sword intent and the great demon's excellent combat consciousness still made up for this vacancy.

To be honest, the second-order ryuya, who specializes in swordsmanship, is indeed much stronger than the demon who is a halfway monk in the field of using knives. But this kind of strength is not the kind of desperate strength, or the situation of direct brainless crushing, in fact, it can be expected.

It was through such a battle that Griffith's understanding of Lunchi's sword intent deepened even more. The sword technique is a killing technique, and only in this blood-stained battlefield can it be released and sublimated.

The Great Demon Lunqi's Six Realms Sword Intent had only just crossed the second realm with Griffith's current state, and even the first realm was just a peep in the tube. This time the collision of knives and knives gave Griffiths a deeper understanding of these two realms.

"Iai!!"

The sword light flashed from top to bottom, and the earth was deeply dented by the second-order streamer's sword.

"Upanishads......

Millennium! ”

In the oncoming sword light, Griffith stabbed out head-on with a short knife in his hand.

Under the quiet and vast sunset, in the wilderness blown by the evening breeze, two blurred black shadows leaned over the distant mountain.

They held knives high in their hands, and stood with their left legs open and back to back. The orange-red background swayed in the wind, and the two of them were like vague statues, motionless as mountains.

After about two seconds, the man with the long knife finally turned the knife in the palm of his hand and inserted it into the scabbard with precision. On the other side, the short knife in the man's hand broke into several pieces and scattered on the ground. At the moment when the blade hit the ground, the man with the knife shook stubbornly twice, and finally slowly fell down, shrinking into a large shadow.

Against the orange background of the setting sun, the standing shadow seemed to turn his head to look back, his indifferent side face shaking in the wind, as if he had something to say, but finally stopped talking.

"It's all over......"

The man who was standing was 'flustered' for a long time, and finally said something like this. He looked at the sunset, which was already halfway down in the distance, and there were fiery clouds lingering in the sky, shaped like horses, fish, and marshmallows.

The small wound on his chest was bleeding from the front and back of his body, staining his upper body red, and even his pants were wet.

The left hand of the second order of the stream fluttered lightly in the wind, and the bones and veins of that hand were all severed, leaving only a little skin and hair connected, like some malicious ornament, dangling.

The samurai of the East was unimpressed, and he looked at the huge calm landscape in the distance, and his face gradually became serene in the twilight. His body shook visibly, and he used the scabbard as a crutch to support the ground.

He's going to die, he's going to die soon, he's pretty sure of that.

But death was not as repulsive as expected, and the samurai of the East maintained a four-dimensional calm and slowness, holding their proud heads and waiting for that moment to come.

He remembered in a trance the days when he didn't know five fingers in those years, when Liuzai was still young, and his sister Liuhuo couldn't become that little talker.

Ryuya Nikai narrowed his eyes and smiled unconsciously, he still remembered that at that time, his biggest dream was to become a manga artist, the kind that is well-known throughout the country. Of course, he did not get his father's support for this, so he and his sister went to the river every day, and painted trees, fish, birds, and people on the wet sand......

But I don't remember when, the world changed...... And those memories made him feel good and bad.

He has a stubborn father and a stubborn sister, and they stick to some old-fashioned things and unknown glory, and walk on the road of life heavy and bloated.

Yet they all died, leaving the 'old rotten' stuff behind.

No one wants to shackle themselves like prisoners in a prison cell.

The Second Order Ryuya once said, 'He should never be like the man who has passed away.'" He didn't know what glory was, and he didn't know why he was so persistent, but the years passed, and suddenly, he had silently borne so many injuries, hatreds, glory and duties.

I can't forget the look of the stupid man and woman before they died, and those expressions and textures are vivid, which makes people feel sad.

But as the years passed, the second order Ryuya looked back on the road he had come, and he felt pathetic, as if his father and sister were waving at him at the end of the road with strict expressions.

So he often wondered if a person's life had a destiny, a fatalistic life, a fatalistic death, and he could not escape. So he looked forward to the grand and sad death of his father and sister.

A man always has to carry something, and the last male of the second-order family often thinks so. In fact, he envied Foster's unrestrained wandering life, he envied Foster that he could still have the opportunity to find the meaning of people's existence, and he envied that he knew what was right and wrong. But he can't do it, he still has a lot of things to carry, even if he doesn't approve of them.

So his life is inactive, stiff and rigid, just like a summer cicada, chasing after the wind and shadows, short and empty. It's like a mediocre and shoddy book, and even turning a page feels boring.

But sometimes life is like this, there are always some things that you can't let go, you can't get rid of them, even if you hate, even if you give up your whole life, you don't want to let go.

The last male of the second-order family was stabbed through by countless knives piercing through the chest and abdomen, and he held his head held high until death, holding the heavy glory with a familiar exhaustion on his face.

As the sun set, the body of the last eldest man of the second-order stream family was swallowed up by the darkness little by little, and Griffith slowly stood up with the handle of his sword, and he swayed to support the cold body that was standing upright and already dead.

"Let's go......

I don't send it. ”

……

……

A few minutes ago, when Griffith and the Second Order Ryuya were fighting each other in an arcane outburst, the demon sword Kunitsuna Onimaru cut off the short knife in Griffith's hand, slicing the opponent's body.

At the same time, the Mystery Millennium, which evolved from the First Realm of Lunchi, instantly tore through time, turning into countless silver blades that went in and out of the second-order Ryuya's body, and the blade penetrated through the body.

The time of that moment seemed to be extended indefinitely, changing into a thousand years. The big demon has been swinging knives, swinging knives, and swinging knives in these thousand years, so the thousand years are compressed into an instant, and the sword light overlaps, overlaps, and overlaps, and bursts out in an instant, blurring the flesh and blood of the second-order Liuzai's body.

Both the Great Demon and the Second-Order Ryuya were injured by each other's mysteries, but the Second-Order Ryuya was carrying too many 'useless' things in vain, and the Great Demon took advantage of it, and the knife was fatal.

Due to Griffith's devouring of the Douglas protein primordial substance, his physique was much higher than that of a normal person, which made his defense much stronger than that of the second-order streamer, so the final result was self-evident.

However, the sword intent of the demon knife forcibly cut off the short knife in Griffith's hand, and his body was slashed, and he immediately instinctively pounced down, cushioning the damage.

This time the confrontation ended with Griffith's crushing victory, and the demon sword Kunitsuna Onimaru, who had already sprouted his own will, was quietly broken into two ends with the fall of his master, and was still put away by the stingy demon.

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