Ryoma Genichiro, who had not recovered from his serious injuries but still insisted on coming forward, held a sharp sword in front of the way, and the old but still strong Wind Demon Kotaro carried the bloody Gen Zhisheng on his chest to follow, and behind Sakurai Nanami Palace, the three of them tried their best to retreat to the stairwell at the other end of the corridor.

Without hesitation, the surviving cadres rushed to Ruri Kazama, who was strolling along, hoping to delay even a second at the cost of their own lives. The flesh and blood of the human body cracked and cracked and cracked, and the blood pumped from the wound splattered bright red and bewitching flowers on the snow-white walls.

"Let go of me! You're just wasting your life! Genjisheng weakly ordered that the wound in his chest was not fatal, but he had already lost more than half of his blood, and Ruri Kazama twisted the handle of the knife after piercing his chest, turning the original wedge-shaped wound into a bloody hole.

"It's not a pity how many people die!" Wind Demon Kotaro said coldly, "If you are here, the flag of the Snake Qi Eight Family will not fall, and we will still have hope, if the flag falls, the samurai will be a walking dead alive!" ”

Storm Demon Kotaro kicked open the door to the rooftop, and the helicopter was in front of him, and the cadres above poured fire on the remaining Deadpool on the rooftop. He turned around and locked the iron door, but it was just an ordinary iron door, and it couldn't stop the ghostly Ruri Kazama.

Wind Demon Kotaro pushes Minamoto to Nanami Sakurai and turns to stand against the iron gate. Ryoma Genichiro next to him took off his shirt to reveal his tiger-like body, but his left hand, which had never held a weapon before, was also exposed, hanging limply beside him. And his stocky thighs were trembling slightly, apparently he hadn't had time to recover from Deadpool's bite before. He and the Wind Demon Kotaro were on top of the iron door together, their faces expressionless. "I'm also staying to stall for time."

"Get out of here!!" Kazema Kotaro pulled Ryoma Ichiro away and pushed him into the helicopter. The one who resisted the iron gate was obviously an old man in the twilight, but his sudden outburst could only avoid the upright and prime-aged Ryoma Genichiro.

"I'm enough for one person! What's the use of you now! Bring the big parents and get out of here! Let me say a few words to Aiko! ”

It was the right decision. Ryoma Genichiro did not defend himself, and silently carried his right arm to the helicopter with a limp of the child's right arm. Ryoma Koichiro turned around and the Wind Demon Kotaro's originally angry King Kong expression suddenly softened, and even his voice softened a lot. The wrinkled old face was no longer solemn, with a little reluctance and pity.

"I'm staying to stop this monster, I've seen this world of flowers, what's the point of living? But you're still young. Wind Demon Kotaro pressed his shoulder against the iron gate and said hurriedly, "You must protect the patriarch!" Tell him that Mr. Masamune left something for him at the shrine! Now, you can go too. ”

After walking a few steps, Nanami Sakurai heard Wind Demon Kotaro say behind his back: "The things back then were not all because my old lady was against it, but because you were too young...... I'm too old to be with you for many years, and there must be someone to accompany you to the end in your life, otherwise you will be too lonely! ”

He spoke very fast, but his voice was so soft: "Everyone is an ordinary person, and love has been messy and hated all over the years, but what can be done?" ”

He jerked his head back: "Don't continue to hate me!" If you want to hate, hate that I wasn't twenty-five when you met me! ”

The rain poured on his face, and the old face was tangled like an angry dragon and majestic like a lion, but the expression in those eyes was as simple as a teenager.

"Let's go! You stupid woman! Wind Demon Kotaro yelled.

Nanami Sakurai turned his head, caught up with Ryoma Koichiro in the middle of the gunfire, and ran towards the helicopter with Minamoto with his other arm. The men in the helicopter rushed down at the risk of being attacked by Deadpool and pulled them up. The piercing roar was instantly amplified, and the helicopter rose from the ground.

On the rooftop below, the blood-covered Wind Demon Kotaro launched the final blow against the demonic Ruri Kazama, and as the king of ninjas, his final blow was not with a sword or a ninja sword, but with a gasoline can.

The old man rushed towards Ruri Kazama with a burning gasoline barrel in his hand, and threw the lighter he lit into the gasoline can, but Ruri Kazama casually pulled over an iron frame and threw it out and smashed it on Kotaro Kazema, smashing him out of the rooftop along with the gasoline barrel and falling into the water.

The exploding pillar of fire burst out of the sea, and the group of Deadpools in the water were illuminated by the firelight, swimming around the pillar of fire like sharks.

Only Ruri Kazama is left on the rooftop. He looked up at the sky, laughed silently, and opened his arms as if to embrace his brother.

"Childish, we can't go back...... Is it? Gen Zhisheng let out a low voice that was somewhere between moaning and dreaming.

The helicopter sped away.

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Pain, pain deep to the bone marrow. Wind Demon Kotaro didn't know how many bones he had broken all over his body. Ten roots? Or twenty? Is this the power of the most evil ghosts? As soon as he saw himself, he was defeated, and he was completely unable to resist. The so-called "emperor" and "ghost" are really realms that ordinary people can't touch. The techniques and techniques he had learned all his life were completely useless in the face of absolute power, and Kotaro Kazemo smiled bitterly in his heart.

It hurts not only the broken bones, but also the skin. It hurts to be scorched at high temperatures, when was the last time it hurt like this? Wind Demon Kotaro was thinking crankily in his head, he couldn't do anything else anyway. Then came the stimulus of low temperatures, and I seemed to fall into the water. Is it the tide that floods Tokyo? This may be a suitable place for the King of Ninjas. It's just that...... Well? Where is this?

Kotaro, who was about to recite two lines of poetry in the last second, was stunned. The physical pain disappeared in an instant, and it was comfortable. In front of him was a vast meadow. The warm sunlight shone down from the sky, and it was completely different from the dark night sky of Tokyo a few seconds ago, but there was no sun in the sky. He looked down at his body, and although the flames had been extinguished, the blackened kimono everywhere indicated that it was not a dream. Then the only conclusion is...... Is this the Yellow Spring? Surprisingly, it's a nice place, and it's not for people like me who have blood on their hands.

Attracted by the cacophony behind him, he turned vigilantly, his fists clenched and murderous. Huaijian was gone, but he still had a pair of trustworthy hands, and the murderous intent left behind by years of blood.

Then he stayed where he was, his murderous intent shattered. Behind him was an old-fashioned Japanese house and a cherry blossom tree, and a large number of acquaintances and unknown people were gathered in groups under the tree, and among them, the old fellow as old as him was sitting in front of a shogi with a sad face, and beckoned to him excitedly when he saw him coming. "Wind Demon Lord! Come and help! Miyamoto-kun is really the first wise general in the family. ”

And sitting opposite it was another head of the family, Miyamoto Shio, who was unhurriedly picking up the teacup next to the chessboard, using the lid to cut open the foam and take a sip gently, his expression was far more leisurely than Inuyamaga.

"This is ...... Yellow Springs? There are very few people. Kazema Kotaro said and sat down next to the chessboard, and Inuyama also poured him a cup of hot tea.

"This is not a yellow spring." Miyamoto pushed his glasses unhappily. "Idealism is a stumbling block to progress." Although the Eight Snake Families are always monolithic to the outside, in private, the head of the family who started scientific research and these old guys are always not quite right.

"Not Huangquan? But ......"

"It's a bit complicated to explain, anyway, Wind Demon Lord, you can understand that we are still alive." Inuyama said.

"Alive, you're just here to play chess?! The eldest parent's life is at stake now! "Wind Demon Kotaro is so angry that he blows his beard and glare." Why don't you fake death and stay here in peace? Forgot your identity as the head of the Eight Snake Families?! "At the thought of the seriously injured Minamoto and the utterly insane Ruri Kazama, Kazema Kotaro was furious at the fact that these guys were content with the status quo.

"So where do you think this is? Get in and out if you want? Miyamoto Shio was also angry, he had always been unaccustomed to seeing the old people in the family who didn't understand anything but held their own identity and were angry with their juniors at will, and he himself suffered from it.

"Well, let's sit down and have a good chat." Inuyama Hoga played a round in it to ease the atmosphere. "Wind Demon Lord, let's also hear the story of this place first."

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"EVA, have you established contact with the headquarters?" Li Su asked.

"The contact has begun, the equipment department has arrived at the Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Hall, and Principal Angers has also boarded the car of the Tokyo Governor and is on his way to the Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau."

"Okay, then help me catch the tortoise."

After a while, the phone was connected, and Genzhisheng's tired voice sounded over the speaker: "Hey? Who is it? ”

"It's me, Li Su. Every stronghold of the Eight Clans is falling, isn't it? Let's go to the Tokyo Meteorological Bureau, where our common teacher is. ”

"Thank you." After a long silence, Yuan Zhisheng whispered thanks on the other end of the phone, and then the driver replied loudly to the message of the diversion in the background sound.

Hanging up the phone, Li Su spoke again: "Help me pick up the ramen chef again." ”

After a while, the phone was connected again, and this time the voice on the other end was far older and more anxious than the previous one: "Hey? Who is it? What's the matter with you now? ”

"It's me. You want to leave Tokyo, don't you? I don't have a way, but I know who has a way, go to the Tokyo Metropolitan Meteorological Bureau, your old friend is there. ”

The phone was silent for a moment and then hung up, and the other party didn't even have time to thank him.

"Did the buoy detect any data?"

"Yes, but it's tiny. I think it's supposed to be just the noise of the collector. ”

"With such a large sample and such uniform data, do you really believe that it is noise?"

"It's possible that you're talking about the situation, but it's very unlikely."

"The probability is small, so what about the possibility? Tell me in your human part. Li Su chuckled.

“...... It's huge. ”

"Then tell your old friends in the armament department about this possibility."

Then it was quiet, Li Su didn't talk to EVA again, and only the sound of whirring wind was left in the pickup of the phone.

"You...... I'm not going to hide it. EVA SIGHED SOFTLY.

"No way, the enemy is now."

The reason why EVA said this is because the GPS shows that Li Su is shuttling around Tokyo at an alarming speed that cannot be achieved by rubber boats. In fact, if a camera that is still in operation captures Li Su, he will be found directly suspended in the air above the ground or above the water, and he is flying close to the ground in the city of Tokyo.

"In such a hurry, where are you going?"

"Genji Heavy Industries." Li Su looked up, and in front of him was an iron-black building.