In a mountain forest on the right side of the snow, two figures kept chasing each other, and finally stopped at two trees.

These two figures are naturally Zhang Yi and Matsumoto Yanfeng, as soon as the chaotic battle broke out, Matsumoto Yanfeng rushed towards this mountain forest, and Zhang Yi naturally chased after him.

In front of the two of them, the person who ran faster was Ruan Fuluo, the leader of the Holy Dao Church, who was still holding Matsumoto Zanzhi who was covered in blood, and was injured by Wang Yunfeng's move 'Running Thunder Sword Technique), he was covered with wounds all over his body, and the blood was not stopping, and now it was easy for Zhang Yi to kill him.

Zhang Yi held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, looked at Matsumoto Yanfeng on the opposite tree, and said coldly: "What I want to kill is Matsumoto Zanzhi, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

"He's my father." Matsumoto Yanfeng said simply, holding the White Bone Blade and staring at Zhang Yi.

"I killed my parents." Zhang Yihan said.

"Then he's my father, too." Matsumoto Yanfeng said coldly.

"Then I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill him." Zhang Yi's tone was cold, and he slashed over with a sword.

Suddenly, a golden sword light burst out from the Xuanyuan Sword, which was incomparably strong, carrying a majestic momentum and quickly slashing towards Matsumoto Yanfeng.

Not to be outdone, Matsumoto Yanfeng waved the white blade in his hand, and a quick knife slashed out, colliding with the sword light, and at that moment, the golden sword light path directly smashed the knife light and slashed at the big tree where Matsumoto Yanfeng was standing.

Matsumoto Yanfeng's face was shocked, and he hurriedly threw himself to the ground, and after he flew away, the big tree was also directly cut off.

"It's amazing."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a long time, his sword was just a simple sword, but he didn't expect that this sword qi could directly cut off such a big tree, which was indeed extraordinary.

"What kind of sword is this?"

After landing on the ground, Matsumoto Yanfeng turned around and glanced at the sword in Zhang Yi's hand in horror.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly: "This is the Xuanyuan Sword, the Sword of the Holy Dao." ”

"Xuanyuan Sword?" Matsumoto Yanfeng was stunned, he could feel that this kind of powerful sword qi was several times stronger than the bronze sword in Wang Yunfeng's hand just now, and it was not something he could resist at all.

"This sword was originally intended to be used against the six holy relics in the hands of the Holy See, but since you want to be the soul of this first sword, I can also satisfy you." Zhang Yi said lightly, and swung out his sword again, this time he had already used his internal force, and his sword qi was even worse, like the waves of a great river, surging towards Matsumoto Yanfeng.

Matsumoto Yanfeng ‖ slashed out three sword lights, but it was a pity that this sword light that had allowed Zhang Yi to resist was directly pushed and shattered at this moment, and the aftermath of the sword qi that was dispersed by the sword qi was shocked into Matsumoto Yanfeng's body, and he flew out fiercely, directly hitting a big tree

After repelling Matsumoto Yanfeng, Zhang Yi glanced coldly at Ruan Fuluo, who had run far in front, and quickly chased after him.

Ruan Fuluo took Matsumoto Zanzhi, naturally he didn't run as fast as him, and soon, Zhang Yi hung behind him, only a dozen meters away from him.

"Let go of Matsumoto Zanzhi, I can spare your life and let you leave Yanshan."

Zhang Yi shouted coldly from behind.

It's just that Ruan Fuluo in front of him ran desperately in the mountains and forests as if he hadn't heard it, and he didn't even look back.

"Hmph."

Zhang Yi sneered, shook his hand, and once again a sword qi swung out from afar, and the powerful sword qi carried an amazing momentum, striking countless snowflakes on the ground, and directly slashing at Ruan Fuluo's running body.

Nguyen Phuc Luo's footsteps stopped, and the Matsumoto Zanchi he was holding in his hand also fell to the ground.

Zhang Yi swept over and glanced at Ruan Fuluo.

"Boom"

A second later, Ruan Fuluo's body split directly into two halves from the middle and fell to the ground, blood bursting, staining the snow on the ground red, and Zhang Yigang's sword cut him off from behind.

Zhang Yi shook his head and sighed lightly: "You are a descendant of the royal family of the Nguyen Dynasty in Vietnam, and I have some sympathy for you, but it is a pity that you are acting for the tiger, and it will be a disaster if you don't kill you."

Just as Zhang Yi was about to pick up Matsumoto Zanzhi, who was already unconscious on the ground, Matsumoto Yanfeng behind him also swept over, and slashed at Zhang Yi's head with a knife in the air.

Zhang Yi's figure hurriedly retreated, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand instinctively swung out, colliding with the white bone blade in Matsumoto Yanfeng's hand.

With a "bang", the moment when a sword and a sword collided, he only paused for a second, and then saw that the knife in Matsumoto Yanfeng's hand was directly broken into two halves, and half of it was inserted into the ground.

Zhang Yi did not hesitate, when Matsumoto Yanfeng looked at the broken knife in a daze, he quickly kicked him in the chest, this kick contained almost all his internal force, Matsumoto Yanfeng's body was like a kite with a broken string, and kept crashing towards him, breaking two small trees before hitting a big tree.

The hand broke off and the knife fell to the ground, and Matsumoto Yanfeng's body slowly fell from the big tree to the ground, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth when he just landed, and he raised his head with difficulty, looking at Zhang Yi incredulously.

Zhang Yi looked at him and said coldly: "I only sent out a few percent of the power of this sword, if I didn't have this sword, it wouldn't be so easy for me to kill you, the internal organs in your body should have been shattered by me now, right?" Speaking of which, I admire you a lot, you are the strongest opponent I have ever seen, I almost died at your hands several times, if you die, it would be a pity. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yi shook his head, if someone like Matsumoto Yanfeng died, it would be a pity.

"Let's go, what I'm looking for is your father, it has nothing to do with you, if you can return to the island country alive and never set foot in Huaxia Country again in this life, I won't trouble you anymore." Zhang Yi still didn't choose to kill him in the end, he knew very well the power of his kick, even if Matsumoto Yanfeng recovered from his injury, his strength would never be able to improve, so even if he let him go, he was not worried.

Immediately, Zhang Yi ignored Matsumoto Yanfeng, who was lying on the ground without saying a word, turned around and walked towards Matsumoto Zanzhi, squatted down, and slapped him on the back.

After a few seconds, Matsumoto Sanchi woke up, his body covered in wounds, and he looked shocking.

The moment he saw Zhang Yi, Matsumoto Zanchi said weakly: "Are you going to kill me?" ”

Zhang Yi clenched his fists tightly, the anger in his heart exploded at this moment, grabbed his collar with one hand, and said coldly: "Say, why did you kill my whole family in the first place?"

"Hehehe, that's our bargaining chip for trading with Huang Fuyi." Matsumoto Zanzhi laughed: "Your grandfather and Huangfu Yi have a holiday, he naturally wants to count this account on your father's head, and if your father does not die, he will never be able to control the energy company and become the most powerful political figure, he has no ability to kill your father, so he naturally cooperates with us and kills your father, so that he can willingly do things for us and infiltrate the power of our bayonet group into the political circle of Kyoto City, and we will each take what we need." ”

"Then why don't you let my mother, my whole family, and the Zhou family let go? Are they all just ordinary people? Zhang Yi said viciously, thinking of these things, he couldn't help but become a little crazy at this moment, his eyes were red, and he became bloodthirsty.

"Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, people who have a relationship with the Zhang family will naturally not let go of any of them." Matsumoto Zanzhi smiled, it seemed that he also knew that Zhang Yi would not let him go, so he planned to say this: "It's just a pity that we underestimated Wang Yunfeng's strength and let him take you away, leaving you such a scourge, so that all our plans were in vain." ”

"You're damned." Zhang Yi said fiercely.

"This battle of Yanshan is the last battle between our bayonet group, the Holy See and the martial arts world of your island country, so if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, and now that I have lost, if you kill me, you can avenge your father." Matsumoto Zanzhi said, at the moment of losing to Wang Yunfeng, he was already like ashes, all his efforts in the past twenty-three years were to defeat Wang Yunfeng, but unfortunately, he still failed, and he didn't have a second twenty-three years, so he had already begged to die.

Zhang Yi raised his palm, gritted his teeth and glared at him, originally wanted to directly slap him on the head and beat him to death, but in the end he slapped Matsumoto Zanzhi directly on the chest, and after Matsumoto Zanzhi spit out two mouthfuls of blood again, Zhang Yi said: "Let you die like this, it's too cheap for you, wait until I clean up the group of people in the Holy See, and then think about how to punish you." All the meridians on your body now have been broken by me, and you can go away."

Zhang Yi lifted Matsumoto Zanzhi and returned to the way he came.

When passing by Matsumoto Yanfeng's side, Zhang Yi said coldly: "Although you killed Mie Tanaka, I really want to avenge her, but if you count it down, she died for me because of the grudge between you and me, and the culprit is still me, so you go, I don't want to kill you."

At the moment, he ignored Matsumoto Yanfeng, who looked embarrassed, and walked straight forward.

"Ahh

As soon as he walked not far away, he suddenly heard a scream from behind him, Zhang Yi turned around, only to see Matsumoto Yanfeng's half-broken white blade stuck in his chest, and he knelt on the ground in the direction of Zhang Yi.

Matsumoto Yanfeng raised his head with the last of his strength, blood remained at the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled: "Zhang Yi, as a samurai of an island country, I would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation, in my life, I won everyone, but I didn't win you, I am unwilling, unwilling." ”

After speaking, Matsumoto Yanfeng's body fell forward, and the youngest generation of heroes in the martial arts world of this island country died in this snow-covered mountain forest.

Looking at Matsumoto Yanfeng's corpse in a daze, Zhang Yi's heart suddenly cooled, and he sighed lightly: "Why bother, among all my enemies, you are the one I am most unwilling to kill, but is the martial arts really more important than my life?" Is it more important than the person you love the most, the person closest to you? ”

On top of martial arts, Zhang Yi admits that as a martial artist, he is not as good as Matsumoto Yanfeng, Matsumoto Yanfeng's mentality of pursuing martial arts is incomparable to him, Matsumoto Yanfeng seems to be cold-blooded and ruthless, not close to women, does not like fame, but is actually a person with a temperament, but he has a sympathetic mentality for such an opponent as him, if he hadn't been stimulating Matsumoto Yanfeng, Matsumoto Yanfeng would not have been planted in his hands repeatedly, let alone have a greedy heart for the Huaxia martial arts world, and use the capture of the Huaxia martial arts world to prove that he is stronger than him.

It's a pity that in the face of Matsumoto Yanfeng, Zhang Yi has never regarded him as his friend, because of the difference in position, he will never be able to regard him as a friend, the reason why he admires him is because of his mentality in the pursuit of martial arts, he believes that if Matsumoto Yanfeng is given another ten years, with his talent and mentality, it is not impossible to surpass his father Matsumoto Zanzhi.

The cold snow is fluttering, the fallen leaves are flying, if there is an afterlife, Zhang Yi will never choose this road to go again, and the things that he has to pay for this kind of big responsibility are not something he can bear.