"You're pretty much the same, Xinlangjun, no one with ambitions is willing to stay in the country for more than ten years like you." Zhixuan's chair slowly turned around, looked at Mori Noburo, and said indifferently: "It's like a mouse." ”

Since Murakami's self-reliance, aspiring young people like Ken have left their homeland and gone overseas to develop, intending to break away from the control of the local presbyterian church like Murakami.

Over the years, although no one has succeeded on their own initiative, through everyone's efforts, the Council of Elders' control over the local branches has weakened considerably. Especially in the Nissin Society, at the same time as the decision to stand on his own was issued, Zhixuan had already removed all the internal lines of the Council of Elders that had been investigated a long time ago, which shows how long he had been preparing for this matter.

Zhixuan's words seemed to pierce the biggest pain in Mori Noburo's heart, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he said coldly: "Thank you a lot, Xinxuanjun, if you hadn't broken my legs back then, I wouldn't have waged my tail and begged in front of those old guys like a dog." ”

"Yes, is there such a thing? Why can't I see anything wrong with you? Shishida Shingen, who later changed his name, chuckled meaningfully and looked at Mori Noburo's legs.

"Of course you can't see it, the Elders used extremely scarce self-healing potions to get me back to normal, and you can't imagine what kind of pain and torture I went through." Mori Noburo gritted his teeth and said that after he was broken by Zhixuan, it would take half a month to pick him up and return to his homeland.

However, at that time, his misaligned leg bones had begun to heal, but in order to be able to restore his original appearance, Mori Noburo did not hesitate to break his legs with his own hands, and then recovered after using self-healing potions.

So far, the scene of breaking his legs with his own hands is vivid, every time he thinks of that scene, Mori Noburo feels that his legs suddenly begin to ache, it is this pain that has allowed him to maintain his hatred for Determined Xuan for more than ten years, so when he saw the opportunity to completely defeat Determined Xuan, Mori Noburo decisively abandoned all the roots of the local area, and rushed to Los Angeles with his subordinates, vowing to crush Determined Xuan's bones to ashes.

"No wonder you are so bold to come to me for trouble, it turns out that there are still elders who will support you in the back!" Determined Xuan glanced up and down at Noburo Mori, and said with a contemptuous expression.

"You!" Noburo Mori's eyebrows tightened, and he was about to scold, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and the anger on his face suddenly disappeared.

With a slight chuckle, Mori Noburo shook his head and said, "Shin Xuanjun, when did you become so verbose, what do you have to say, you are talking to hell, on!" ”

As soon as Noburo Mori waved his hand, countless elite ninjas and samurai poured out of the big hole in the back and killed Noburo Mori and Kiyomasa Kujo.

In a trance, Noburo Mori had quietly disappeared in place, and a cold killing machine filled the room, like a pinprick in the induction of Determined Xuan and Kujou Kiyomasa, but he couldn't find out where it was, which made people very uncomfortable.

However, it was not so easy for Determined Xuan to run the Determined Mansion for so many years, pressing a red button on his desk, and immediately, two Gatling heavy machine guns fell from the ceiling behind him, and countless bullets swept towards the incoming black-clothed ninja.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu The sudden appearance of Gatling heavy machine guns caused great damage to Noburo Mori's men, and in less than ten seconds, more than a dozen people had already fallen to the ground with casualties.

However, the effect of the heavy machine gun was only that, and two snow-white knife lights suddenly appeared, cutting the two heavy machine guns in half at once.

At this time, Mori Noburo's men were still pouring in from the outside, attacking and killing Tsushigen and Kujou Kiyomasa.

At this time, Kujou Kiyomasa pounced on the attacking ninjas and samurai without thinking about it, and the long knife in his hand brought up the blood light in the crowd, and after a while, it was all Mori Noburo's men who fell to the ground, and similarly, Kujou Kiyomasa also had more than a dozen wounds of different depths on his body, and he stood in place panting with a long knife.

The figure shook, and Zhixuan appeared next to Kujou Kiyomasa in a flash, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Kiyomasa, you go down first, let me believe in Lang-kun to fight the winner." ”

"Yes, President!" Kiyomasa Kujou took the opportunity to take a few steps back and gasped against the desk behind him. At the same time, he took out several pills from his arms and swallowed them directly without thinking about it, and the wound on his body miraculously stopped bleeding soon after.

If Ling Xiao was here, he would definitely be able to find out that the pills used by Jiujo Qingzheng were the pills he sold to Qin Ming, and these pills had now appeared in the hands of Jiujo Qingzheng, the meaning of this was worth pondering!

"Shinro-kun, please!" Zhixuan stood there, and as soon as he turned around, a long black sheath knife inlaid with gold wire was grabbed in his hand.

Noburo Mori appeared in the center of the crowd, and it was he who cut off the barrels of two heavy machine guns just now, and it was precisely because of this that he was locked by Tsuchigen and couldn't find a chance to sneak attack and kill Kujou Kiyomasa.

Shaking his head slightly, Mori Noburo said with a relaxed face: "Xin Xuanjun, although I have been practicing sword skills every day for more than ten years, I know that I am not as talented as you in sword skills, so today you also blame me for winning more." ”

A shameless remark, was said by Mori Noburo was right, and even his face did not change in the slightest, with a slight wave of his hand, the ninjas and samurai behind him pounced on Yashi Xuan again, and Mori Noburo also hid in the crowd again, cold killing machine wandered in the crowd, sharp to his old opponent, Zhi Xuan.

"Huh! I still underestimate you, Shin Lang-kun! Determined Xuan looked at the many ninjas and samurai who rushed over, shook his head slightly, the sword light suddenly rose, the blood light was like a waterfall, and a person's head was cut off by Determined Xuan to the ground. Determined Xuan's movements are very simple, chopping and slashing, killing people never uses a knife, a knife down, no matter who is standing in front of him, absolutely cut in two, no one can dodge.

Noburo Mori, who was hiding in the crowd, couldn't help but sink his heart when he saw this scene, although he had overestimated Shishigen's ability, but Shishigen's martial arts level still exceeded his expectations.

At this time, Noburo Mori had already had to make a move, his men had been killed and injured to a considerable extent, if it continued like this, even if Noburo Mori could successfully kill Yashigen in the end, he would not have enough manpower to run the territory in Los Angeles.

"Retreat!" With a cold snort, the miserable white pit rally towards the neck of his choice, and the ninjas and samurai under Noburo Mori immediately retreated.

Although there was not much fluctuation in their hearts, the figure of Zhixuan like a god and demon was still deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The snow-white sword light and the miserable white horse training continued to intersect in mid-air, and the occasional exchange was accompanied by the blood light, and after three or five breaths, with a muffled shout, a figure quickly retreated, and it was Mori Noburo who came from the attack.

I saw a deep wound on his chest and back, blood kept gushing out, but what was surprising was that the wound on his body was squirming in the middle strangely, although it seemed to be extremely slow, but it was indeed healing on its own.

"I didn't expect you to do that kind of transformation." Zhixuan long knife returned to the sheath, and sighed slightly, but he was not unscathed, at least a thin bloodshot on his throat revealed the life and death crisis of the previous moment.

"That's better than you, too." Noburo Mori, who looked embarrassed, sneered and said, "Today next year, I will prepare a sacrifice for you." ”

(End of chapter)