"Come on!" Maeda Tiger threw the bad Kaijiu bad in front of him with a bloody face, smashed over a bad piece in front of him, turned around and kicked out suddenly, and a bad boy with a baseball bat in his hand flew out upside down with his stomach in his hand, lying on the ground and wailing.

Maeda Tiger roared wildly, carrying the smashing of three or four baseball bats in front of him, protecting his head with his arms, and crashing into the opponent in front of him with his body.

"Hu!" Fujiwara Miao grabbed the baseball bat she picked up from the ground and swept it up from the bottom to the top, and the legs that were hit for a long time and couldn't resist at all flew forward, and she fell to the ground with her legs covered upside down.

Fujiwara Miao anxiously wanted to move forward to help Maeda Tiger get out of the predicament of being besieged at this time, but the next moment, there were more Kaijiu bad like a tide, fists, legs, wooden bars, and baseball bats overwhelmingly smashed towards Fujiwara Miao, Fujiwara Miao had to roll back an embarrassed donkey to dodge, and was one step farther away from Maeda Tiger who was trapped in the crowd.

Matsusaka Dawu smashed a punch on a bad cheek, swooped down to dodge a bad swing punch, and reflexively returned a fierce straight punch to the bad stomach, panting: "The seventh!" ”

Around, many bald teenagers were already lying on the ground, except for the three of Matsusaka Dawu, only five or six people were still struggling to support.

Takashi Mitsuhashi and Shinji Ito were back to back, their faces were covered with blood, and there were more than a dozen bad teenagers lying in front of and behind them, but there were more Kaijiu bad expressions rushing towards them with hideous expressions.

"Damn, that's too much." Shinji Ito scolded angrily, narrowly avoided a wooden bar, and kicked the bad boy in front of him and flew out.

"Damn" Takashi Mihashi touched the blood on his face, rolled around the ground without grace to avoid the attack of the two, and picked up a handful of dust on the playground, and when he turned over, he sprinkled the dust on the face of the bad boy in front of him, forcing them to cough again and again, and close their eyes.

Taking advantage of their squinting eyes, Takashi Mihashi punched the two of them to the ground, stopped to catch his breath, looked at the poor opening that had not decreased at all around them, and scolded angrily: "How many people are in this broken school?" ”

Sagara sat on a chair at the door of the teaching building, crossed Erlang's legs, held a cigarette in his mouth, and said in a relaxed and loud voice: "Come on, a third of our people are about to fall." ”

Imai Katsutoshi's red and blue school uniform was already blackened with blood, and he gasped and roared to pick up a bad boy by the waist, and regardless of the sneak attack behind him, he smashed him to the ground with a hard throw, splashing a cloud of dust.

Turning his head to look, he was shocked to find that the people who had been open for a long time seemed to be so endless, but the people on his side were getting fewer and fewer.

Going to lose? Imai Katsutoshi had a pain in the back of his head, his eyes were dark, he staggered two steps, stared at the bad man holding a wooden stick behind him with blood-red eyes, raised his hand angrily, barely took two steps, and then fell into confusion on one knee and his head fell into chaos.

"I'm going to be beaten to death when it's over" Imai Katsutoshi let his body fall to the ground, barely protecting his head, waiting for the pain to come.

Those who have been bad for a long time are really ruthless

"Drip."

There was a sudden coldness on his face, and the coolness slowly slid down his cheeks and fell to the corners of his mouth, and Imai Katsutoshi raised his head blankly: "It's raining?" ”

But it's raining, what does it have to do with those Kaijiu teenagers?

Why did they stop all of a sudden?

The autumn wind swirled and blew the fallen leaves, and then slowly fell on the streets, and the withered yellow leaves did not rise again, and the relentless rain fell on them, and slid down the withered yellow leaves into the dust of the playground, and the second raindrop that followed before it could fall, was crushed by a black sneaker and the fallen leaves.

Tsukasa Aoki held a cigarette in his mouth, put one hand in his pocket, and strode from the dilapidated school gate towards the playground, behind him, a group of delinquent teenagers wearing Wuyang school uniforms.

Ueno's hair was shiny again, his school uniform was full, and he swayed from side to side when he walked, if he didn't look at it, he wouldn't be easy to mess with, and he would have been beaten ten times a night just because of his arrogant walking posture.

Ishihara Kita and Ishihara Ryota walked behind Aoki Tsukasa while talking and laughing, Ishihara Kita had already put on a mask at this time, and when he pulled down the mask and spoke, a few gold teeth were faintly visible in his mouth, shining brightly.

Koda Koo, as the only second-year student among them, was a little silent, just with his hands in his pockets and his eyes cold following behind him. It's just that in his gaze that he raised from time to time, he looked at Aoki Division's back with some longing.

A huge team of nearly 50 people rushed in from the school gate, and almost instantly stood up to fill half of the playground.

The crowd that was still scuffling unconsciously stopped, and the students who had been open for a long time took a few steps back in fear and stood in a group.

Maeda Tiger and the others, who were covered in blood, looked at Aoki Tsukasa who was the leader, their expressions were both excited and trance, and for a while they had a sense of illusion as if they were in a dream.

Takashi Mihashi cut a sound, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rubbed his stinging fist, and muttered, "I knew I would try to play like this." ”

Shinji Ito looked at Tsukasa Aoki's calm and cold face with burning eyes, and said in a low voice, "I knew that he would definitely come." ”

At this time, Sagara sat on the chair that was moved, lazily crossed Jiro's legs, and was staring at the sky in a daze. Seeing a figure appear at the school gate, he moved his gaze at will, but stopped at Tsukasa Aoki, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Why is he here?" Takeshi Sagara didn't expect that the person who appeared at this time would be Tsukasa Aoki.

How did he get here all of a sudden? Sagara narrowed his eyes sharply, a little surprised - he got the news that Aoki Tsukasa had already betrayed his relatives, and even the number one junior brother Maeda Tiger had gone to mix with Mitsuhashi.

Now at first glance, the people behind Aoki Tsukasa not only have no signs of betrayal and separation, but their power seems to be even greater.

Tsk, trouble.

Sagara cleared his throat violently, and looked at Aoki Tsukasa, who was getting closer and closer, and mocked: "Hey, how is your sister?" ”

Aoki Division's eyelids jumped slightly, and the emotions that were originally uncontrollable when he saw Sagara became a little more angry, with a gloomy face, he raised the wooden knife in his hand slightly, and did not say much, just pointed at Sagara Meng with the tip of the wooden knife, and his tone was cold.

"Kill you." Aoki's concise and clear words were full of murderous aura, and without saying hello to the others, he stepped on the ground with one foot and ran towards the group of people who seemed to have as many as a hundred people.

The rain finally stopped dripping, and the rain poured down, and the sky was overcast, and the dark clouds seemed to fall to the ground.

Ueno Yang spit out the gum in his mouth in distress and scolded in a low voice, "Slow down, I hate running the most." ”

Having said that, Ueno Yang's expression was full of excitement, and he followed Aoki Tsukasa and rushed towards Kaijiu's bad guys, shouting: "You guys have to be a little stronger, Lao Tzu hasn't been so exciting for a long time!" ”

Ishihara Kita and Ishihara Ryota glanced at each other and nodded, and the brothers twisted their necks in unison, nodded at the person behind them, and at the same time followed Aoki Tsukasa to charge.

As for Koda Koo, who is a sophomore in high school, needless to say, he rushed over with a fanatical shout as early as the moment Aoki Tsukasa opened his mouth.

Sagara squinted his eyes slightly, watching Aoki Tsukasa get closer and closer to him with a wooden knife in his hand, waved his hand to his henchman, and waited for him to come over, before he whispered: "There are a lot of people here in Wuyang now, let's step back and fight him in the teaching building." Use a little more props, you know what I mean? ”

Schools like Kaijiu, Lily of the Valley, and Fengxian may not see teachers a few times a year, and the school is almost their territory, and it is still basically guaranteed, so of course it won't be distressing to fight.

The little brother's expression flashed a hint of ruthlessness, nodded wordlessly, turned around and hurriedly notified the other bad ones.

Sagara stretched his waist sharply, got up from his chair, and walked slowly towards the teaching building: "Aoki Division, come on, I'll wait for you inside." ”

"Takeshi Sagara!" Aoki Si let out a violent snort, his calm expression finally couldn't be maintained anymore, and he smashed into the crowd like a meteorite with a wooden knife with a hideous face, and the wooden knife flashed in the air like a brown band of light.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, reflecting Aoki's fierce eyes like a ghost, almost simultaneously with the sound of his wooden knife striking his body.

I only saw that five or six bad people in front of Aoki Tsukasa let out a cry of pain in unison, and the baseball bats, wooden sticks, and iron rods in his hands were scattered in all directions, holding his wrists and retreating again and again.

This knife, just in the air through a circle, will be the different positions of several people wrists all hit, subtle, but also powerful, the few bad boys who were hit in the wrist only felt that the wrist suddenly swollen, not to mention fighting, at this time even a fist can not be used, so I have to flee backwards in horror.

There was no shadow of the rest of the bad in Aokiji's eyes, only the figure of Sagara Takeshi who was retreating towards the teaching building was particularly clear, snorted, his whole body tensed, and the wooden knife in Aokiji's hand slashed down again, accompanied by a heart-rending howl, Aoki Tsukasa's figure passed by the two bad boys again.

Just in an instant, the two delinquent teenagers fell to the ground in pain, holding their legs and crying bitterly: "I, my legs"

One of them was okay, just rolling back and forth with his legs, and the other was much worse after a long time, his calf was weirdly bent, and he was broken by this blow!

He hugged his legs and wailed in place, and his miserable appearance frightened the surrounding Kaijiu boys to slow down for a while, and they didn't dare to stop in front of Aoki Tsukasa casually.

"Don't underestimate Kaijiu!" A loud shout came from his ears, Aoki Tsukasa just tilted his head, and a heavy punch wiped his ear, coldly moving his gaze, and a bad stunned gaze in Kaijiu's school uniform collided with Aoki Tsukasa.

"Bang!" Just a side kick hit him in the stomach, and the young man flew backwards exaggeratedly, rolling on the ground four times before holding his stomach and stopping.

"Don't stop Lao Tzu!" Aoki Tsukasa watched Sagara's figure disappear into the door of the school building, his eyes flushed, and he roared angrily.

The four still courageous Kaijiu in front of him barely grabbed the weapons in their hands, but before they could rush forward, they were knocked to the ground by a mountain-like figure.

Ueno Yang comfortably pressed on the four bad bodies, smashed an elbow on the face of one of them, and raised an eyebrow at Aoki Division: "Go ahead." ”

Aoki nodded silently at him, clenched the wooden knife in his hand, and continued to rush forward.

"Don't think" The roar in his ears stopped abruptly before he finished roaring, and Aoki Tsukasa looked at it, and Maeda Tora, whose face was covered with blood, smashed over Kaijiu who wanted to block the road with a punch, and gave Aoki Tsukasa a thumbs up: "Boss!" I'm sorry! ”

Aoki Si sighed, blocked the iron rod on the left side with a knife, and deflected the iron rod in his bad hand to the side, holding the sword in one hand, and spun it violently, and the wooden knife in his hand forced the three or four people around him who tried to block it, and one of them couldn't avoid being hit in the waist, and immediately fell to his knees in pain.

"Don't be sorry." Aoki Tsukasa glanced at Maeda Tiger beside him, and suddenly reached out and dragged him, allowing him to avoid the baseball bat that was sneaking up by a person behind him, kicked the man to the ground, and chopped him on the fingers of the baseball bat in annoyance, watching him wail and hold his hand and roll on the ground in pain before turning his head.

"Thank you." Gently thanked him, which made Maeda Tiger feel a little choked.

Aoki Tsukasa patted Maeda Tiger on the shoulder, took a deep breath, shook his head, and strode forward after throwing the rain away: "Let's talk about it later." ”

"Yes!" Maeda Hu wiped a handful of blood from his face, showed a bright smile, and his whole body seemed to be full of strength again, grabbed a collar that had been badly opened for a long time, and slammed his forehead on the bridge of his nose: "The boss of Wuyang is here and won't let go!" Trash fish! ”

The Ishihara brothers picked up a baseball bat, dancing vigorously, each smashing the follower in front of them to the ground, slapping their hands leisurely, and rushing towards their new opponent with laughter.

"Brother, I have one more record than you today." The corners of Ishihara's mouth curled.

Ryota Ishihara smashed a stick on the bat held high in front of him, knocking the bat in his hand far away, and then slammed the stick on the arm he was trying to resist with a cruel smile, and saw him scream and retreat again and again, before rushing forward and kicking the wailing bad boy to the ground: "It's a draw!" ”

Sagara stood at the corner of the corridor, his eyes cold as he looked at the increasingly obvious decline behind him, and scolded in a low voice: "A bunch of waste." ”

"Boss, get ready." The confidant brother came to Sagara's side and whispered a few words.

Sagara nodded violently, with a grim expression: "Be ruthless with that Aoki Division, Zhiji was not his opponent before, don't be careless." ”

"I see." The henchman said yes, glanced at a few bad teenagers around, turned around and walked upstairs.

Takeshi Sagara finally stared at Tsukasa Aoki, who had almost rushed to the door of the school building, and took a deep look, then turned around and followed.

Aoki Tsukasa slashed open the wooden strip in front of him, and the wooden knife cut the wooden strip in two, and smashed it on the head of the bad boy in front of him, and he suddenly smashed it into darkness in front of him, and he almost fainted.

"Sagara" Aoki Tsukasa looked at the more than twenty bad boys standing in front of the corridor in the teaching building, and twisted his neck.

There are so many people who have been open for a long time.

Aoki licked his lips, and the smell of blood mixed with the rain made Aoki Tsukasa couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Turning his head to look behind him, the Kaijiu bad boys on the playground were close to being wiped out, and the bad boys of Wuyang, soft leaves, and red high were mixed together, fighting side by side, chasing the few dozen or so Kaijiu bad boys who were scurrying with their heads.

It's pretty much time to finish.

Aoki Tsukasa twisted his neck, and the wooden knife in his hand threw out a knife flower, and slowly walked forward.

"Is Takeshi Sagara upstairs?" Aokiji's question was naturally unanswered, and at this time he was holding a wooden knife, and the blood and rain on his face slowly slid down his chin, and his cold expression and eyes full of evil spirit slowly turned on the face of the bad boy in front of him.

Aoki's gaze was as calm as looking at the false characters in the kendo training room, or rather indifferent.

It was as if there were not more than twenty delinquent teenagers with weapons in front of him, but more than twenty stones.

"Get out of the way." Tsukasa Aoki opened his mouth softly, and his left index finger ran over the corner of his eye, pushing away the rain that had blurred his vision.

The young men looked at Aoki Tsukasa with fear on their faces, and they didn't dare to speak back, nor did they dare to take the lead in charging, so they froze stiffly in place.

Aoki moved his fingers a little tiredly, and the wooden knife in his hand slowly raised, and he walked away without slowness.

Behind him, another thunderbolt flashed, and the majestic rain seemed to be a little heavier, and the whole world was shrouded in a curtain of rain, and the sound of crackling raindrops was endless, but the teaching building was calm like another world.

When the thunder and lightning flickered, Aoki's back was as bright as day, but his face seemed a little more gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes in the shadows were extremely bright, flashing with a creepy cold light.

"Smack." Sneakers stained with mud and moisture stepped on the hall of the school building, and the footsteps could be heard clearly.

"Boom." I don't know who swallowed the saliva, and detonated the tense nerves of the extremely nervous Kaijiu bad people in the silent corridor, and I don't know who let out a roar first, and they all rushed towards Aoki Tsukasa.

Aoki Tsukasa just put the wooden knife on his left waist with one hand, his left hand held the wooden knife like a scabbard, his left foot stepped in front of him, his body tilted slightly, the whole person leaned over and bowed his head, and the fingers of his right hand opened and closed from the right, holding the handle of the knife.

"The core of the Flying Sword Flow is to defend and counterattack." Aoki's eyes slowly closed, and his ears seemed to be ringing with Kenshin's teachings from Scarlet Village.

"The core of the counterattack lies in the word 'speed'. If you want to be the last to come, eyesight, explosiveness, reflexes, and body coordination are essential. ”

"And in the Flying Sword Stream, the one that can best embody the 'divine speed' and the last strike to the extreme is this sword."

Aoki Tsukasa slowly opened his eyes, and the voice of Kenshin in the Scarlet Village disappeared in his ears, and what he saw in front of him was getting closer and closer, as if the shadow of a stick covering the sky and the sun.

More than a dozen bad teenagers who have been open for a long time have either swept away, or jumped and slashed, or stabbed, although they are slightly separated, but they almost blocked all the space in front of Aoki Division.

Dodging backwards?

No!

"Flying Sword Stream."

"Sky Soar Dragon Flash!"

Tsukasa Aoki's body suddenly rotated, his toes buckled to the ground, his calves tightened, followed by his thighs, waist, abs, pecs, shoulders, back, arms, forearms, wrists, and fingers!

If someone could lift Aoki's clothes to observe the movement of his muscles at this time, they would definitely be shocked - just look at him starting from his feet, and the movement of his muscles is like two small pythons rising from under his feet, from ordinary to suddenly bulging, until the fingertips, the green tendons on the back of his hands are exposed.

The wooden knife stuck in his waist by his left hand flashed out more quickly than the lightning behind Aoki Division, and the shadow of the stick in front of him, which seemed to have nowhere to hide and could not resist, disappeared in just a moment.

"Smack!"

"It's better than a bell."

Seven or eight baseball bats, iron rods, and wooden bars were knocked out of the air and landed on the ceiling and walls, making a crisp sound, and they fell to the ground with a clatter, and rolled into a ball.

"There's still a chance!" There were also five or six baseball bats and other weapons, which were still smashing towards Aoki's body.

The excited eyes of the Kaijiu bad people had just emerged, and then they turned into horror.

I only saw that after Aoki Si rotated and slashed out, he didn't stop, but with the help of the rotating ultracentrifugal force, he slashed back like a flying fairy from the sky!

"Smack!"

This time, the more terrifying power made the bad guys who had been open for a long time only feel a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the next moment the weapons in their hands disappeared one after another, and they were violently knocked away.

"What the hell is this?" Finally, someone couldn't help but shout, and hurriedly stepped back, no longer wanting to face Aoki Tsukasa with a more cold expression, so he turned around and ran away, not even having the courage to observe it from a distance.

"Monster!" The delinquent boy standing at the back trembled and dropped the weapon in his hand, staggered back a few steps, but tripped over a baseball bat that someone had dropped on the ground, and sat on the ground.

Aoki Tsukasa slowly withdrew the wooden knife, looked at the young men in front of him who were constantly retreating, and his expression was grim: "Where is Sagara Fierce." ”

"Yes, it should be in the classroom on the second floor." Bad stammering, who made direct eye contact with Tsukasa Aoki, told Takeshi Sagara's whereabouts.

Aoki Tsukasa took a step and walked straight towards the corridor with an expressionless face, and the bad boys who were in the way hurriedly scattered to avoid it, although there were still people holding the baseball bat and steel pipe tightly in their hands, but they didn't dare to make a move on Aoki Tsukasa anymore, just watched him step up the stairs in fear, step by step, silent.

The zigzag staircase, Aoki Tsukasa only turned the corner, and completely left the poor sight of the first floor.

Climbing up step by step, Aoki raised his left hand, looked at a slender wound in the palm of his left hand, looked at the blood gushing out of it, and sighed: "Many of the tricks of the Flying Sword Flow require the cooperation of the scabbard, and just a wooden knife is still a little worse." ”

"I didn't expect that just using my left hand instead of the role of the scabbard would have such a power."

Clenched his fist, Aoki Tsukasa put the wooden knife on his shoulder with his right hand, and took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket with his bloody left hand.

Holding it in his mouth, Aoki took out a lighter, but it was too late to light it, and just stepped on the platform on the second floor, there was a sound of wind around the corner, Aoki Si squatted down with a calm face and did not hurry, and the handle of the wooden knife in his right hand slammed to the right, and a muffled snort rang in his ears.

"The people of Kaijiu are very good at sneak attacks." Aoki Tsukasa unhurriedly lit the cigarette butt in his mouth first, and then turned his face calmly, a bad boy holding an iron rod was kneeling on one knee with his nose covered, blood gurgling out of his fingers, and constantly letting out a whining cry of pain.

The baseball bat that he failed to sneak up on came out of his hand, smashed into the wall on the left, and landed on the ground and rolled down the stairs, making a series of noisy noises.

Aoki Tsukasa spit out a puff of smoke and kicked him to the ground with a casual kick, looking at him condescendingly, his eyes were extremely indifferent: "Where is Sagara Takeshi." ”

Covering his nose, he held out his bloodied hand and pointed to the hallway.

Tsukasa Aoki looked at the quiet corridor, and on both sides were tightly closed class doors.

The windows were already full of graffiti and posters, and if you don't get to you, you can't see the inside clearly.

Aoki Tsukasa casually walked to the nearest class door, and with a slight movement of his ears, he kicked at the wooden door.

The already old wooden door made a crisp clicking sound, and then, it was rushed away by a huge force, smashing on the bad body that was ready to attack behind the door, and directly crushed it to the ground.

Aoki Tsukasa looked at the bad boy who was struggling to get up from behind the wooden door with some impatience, and his tone was cold: "Where the hell is Sagara Takeshi." ”

After finishing speaking, Aoki Tsukasa stepped on the wooden door, and the bad guy who was pressed under the door only felt as if he had been pressed against a mountain, and he only struggled to expose his head, and he couldn't move anymore.

"Inside, inside." The delinquent boy stammered and nodded deeper into the hallway with his head.

Tsukasa Aoki kicked the door open, leaned down, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

The delinquent boy's face was red, but for some reason he suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first time he had been dragged up by a person with one hand like a chicken after graduating from kindergarten.

Not only that, Aoki Tsukasa dragged him by the collar with one hand, as if he were holding a fluttering rag doll, dragged him straight out of the empty classroom, and dragged him deeper into the hallway.

"Is this it?" Tsukasa Aoki took off the cigarette butt with his left hand and pointed to the wooden door beside him.

The bad boy's face was about to turn purple, and he shook his head desperately.

Aoki looked to the other side and said calmly, "That's it." ”

Grabbed the bad boy and slammed it against the wooden door, and before the bad could exhale in pain, the next moment, Aoki Tsukasa had a footprint on his chest.

He was kicked into the class with the door, and the shaking of desks and chairs and screams were incessant.

Looking at the few delinquent teenagers in the class, and Sagara Takeshi, who was sitting on the desk and playing with a steel pipe in his hand, Aoki Tsukasa slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Found you."

"Sagara Takeshi."

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ps: There are still two more to come, and today is the end of Sagara's fierce affair and the start of a new chapter. But I'm tired, and I'm haggard, so I'll slowly finish up a few problems with the dome tomorrow, and I'll focus on a relaxed daily life in the future. I will update less tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, think about how to write and what to write first, and avoid repeating mistakes.

Above, love your village chief,? (′??? Compare the heart.