Miyamoto Takeo was very sad, he just used his proud trick to prepare a sneak attack and was slashed by someone, he was just like Sasaki Kojiro who hated Yanliu Island back then, the only difference is that no one erected a statue after his death, he stretched out his palms unwillingly, there was still one last doubt in his eyes, his throat trembled twice, and he said in a trembling voice when he lifted his last breath...... Why did it break ......"

Tang Guobin turned his back to Takeo Miyamoto, who was standing stiffly, shook his body lightly twice, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "It's not easy to break your old turtle shell, almost drained all my internal strength, die!" ”

Before the words fell, a faint red line appeared in the center of Miyamoto Takeo's eyebrows, this line extended down in an instant, the kimono sneered and broke from it, and a thread-bound ancient book that was split into two by a sharp blade fell out of the placket, and there were two Chinese ancient characters in the upper and lower halves.

"Huh!" Tang Guobin's eyes shrank, and an arrow stepped forward to quickly bend down and pick up two ancient books, just as the red line on Miyamoto Takeo's chest snorted open, and blood gushed out like opening the floodgates, and the corpse was excited by this momentum, and fell backwards, a pair of violent yellow eyes looked at the sky, and the autumn sun was like blood.

Tang Guobin didn't look at the ancient book into his arms, and kept flying towards the thunder knife under his feet, the young man holding the scabbard screamed, threw down the scabbard and turned to run, he now complains that his parents only gave birth to two legs, and failed to make him run faster.

Sou! An arc of light flew suddenly, and the knife bearer rushed forward and fell, nailed a heavy long knife on his back, which was the thunder knife he often held, and he understood a truth before he died, the knife is used to kill, no matter how many years you hold it, it is a murder weapon that can kill at any time.

Tang Guobin picked up the emerald bamboo scabbard, and found that the heavy tentacles were warm, it was actually a scabbard carved from pure jadeite, the carving was simple and unpretentious, but it could make it difficult to distinguish the authenticity, and it was also a good trophy when put away.

A few steps forward, bending down and pulling out the thunder knife from the back of the knife bearer, turned around and beckoned to the letter not far away, the girl immediately put away the faint sorrow on her face, and ran over with the wooden box, she was used to seeing bloody rain during this time, and it was destined to be like this with such a man.

Nobuko ran to Tang Guobin's side with a smoke, squeezed out a reluctant smile and held the box with a small hand full of mud: "Your Highness Sesshomaru, this is your thing." ”

Tang Guobin nodded and smiled, reached out and took over the box, opened it and took out an oiled paper bag from it and put it in his arms, threw the empty box casually, and said with a smile: "Xinzi, I don't actually call it Killing Pill, my Huaxia name is Tang Guobin, are you willing to go back to Huaxia with me?" ”

Nobuko's eyes flashed with two points of water, she bit her lip and nodded vigorously, "I do, Sesshomaru, oh no!" It's Tang ......" Maybe the last two words are too awkward, the girl's flickering eyes looked into the distance, suddenly, two bright lights flashed from the embankment in the distance, her expression suddenly changed, and she pushed Tang Guobin with all her strength, and actually pushed Tang Dashao to stumble a few steps.

Two gunshots rang out from the direction of the embankment, and two blood flowers bloomed on Nobuko's chest, and the two bowl-sized blood holes almost drained all her internal organs, and her petite body was knocked back two feet by the powerful impact of the bullet, and she fell into a pool of blood.

"Nobuko!" Tang Guobin screamed sadly, and rushed forward, in vain, an instinctive sense of crisis made his heart palpitate, and he moved two feet away with a sliding step, and two clouds of mud and dust exploded where he had just footed, it was a sniper rifle! Only a high-powered sniper rifle can inflict substantial damage on the ancient warriors, Tang Guobin's eyes were red, and he let out a roar like a wounded lion, and turned around to raise his breath and fly in the direction of the embankment.

The armor-piercing bullet stabbed Tang Guobin's body like a soul-seducing death scythe, trying to stop him from moving forward, but at this moment, he was completely furious, and two lines of tears splashed out of his eye sockets with his twisted and flying figure, and landed a few meters behind him.

The two black-clad snipers who were crawling in the grass beside the embankment looked at the figure rushing at high speed and were stunned, they couldn't aim at the target at all, one of them came back from his shock, held the wheat in his ear and lowered his head to chirp and report, a frightened scream suddenly sounded next to him, and then a warm and fishy liquid sprayed on the side face.

The sniper who grabbed the headset raised his head suddenly, and he had already buckled a three-edged military thorn in his hand, as a well-trained sniper, he must be ready to intersect with people at any time, even if he knew that he was invincible, he had to resist to the death, but when he raised his hand, he suddenly couldn't feel the existence of his arm, and the sharp pain of the broken arm was transmitted from the nerve to the brain in the next second.

"Ahh The sniper had time to let out a short cry of pain as his massive head soared into the sky, and at the last moment he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Tang Guobin also felt a strong dizziness when he cut off the heads of the two snipers, and poked the Muramasa knife to the ground with his backhand, and half-squatted down, his chest twitched sharply like a box of agitation, and two lines of tears silently slipped down from the corners of his eyes, rolling on his cheeks and falling to the ground.

"Little devil, Lao Tzu cut your eight ancestors!" Tang Dashao, whose eyes were red, raised his head violently and roared angrily, and a low-flying thief seagull in the sky was actually staggered by the sound of rushing into the sky, and fell straight from the sky.

Tang Dashao was like an angry beast, he reached out and touched the two corpses, and quickly took out two documents and opened them, the A-level sniper of the Imperial Spear Team Okami and the A-level sniper of the Imperial Spear Team Ishihara Zazhong, such a document has been seen twice before, it is the guard of the little devil emperor, a self-proclaimed elite miscellaneous party.

"Imperial spear team, dog offal, if Lao Tzu is not destroyed, you will not return to China, and the master behind you ......" Tang Guobin's steel teeth were crushed, his originally exhausted body seemed to have been injected with a needle of chicken blood, and the extreme anger and sadness made his whole person in an abnormal state of excitement, put away the long knife and turned around and rushed to the place where Xinzi fell to the ground.

Tang Guobin stood in a daze on the beach of a remote and uninhabited island in the north of Yanliu Island, and there was a motor boat parked opposite, this boat was still left by the two snipers who were killed, he was holding the cold body of Xinzi in his arms, the girl's death made him feel guilty and angry, but at this moment he became surprisingly calm.

If it weren't for Xinzi's sacrifice of his life, maybe it would be Tang Guobin who was in a state of nervous relaxation who would have died, but it was such a foreign girl who gave her life to save him, and the murderer was always killed, maybe God was destined to let him embark on a lonely bloody road.