"What a coincidence!"

Zhou Yang muttered to himself.

He had seen this halberd in his previous life.

In his previous life, the master was framed and besieged, and there was still hope of escaping, but at the most critical time, it was this flying halberd that interrupted his spell and his hope of escaping.

The owner of the halberd is called Watanabe Masao, known as the inheritance of ancient Japanese demon slayers, and the ancestor is Watanabe Tsunada, one of the four heavenly kings of Yoriko in the Heian period, and is one of the oldest demon slaying families in Japan.

With the support of the Minamoto family and the descendants of the Four Heavenly Kings, he strongly integrated all the Shinto religions in Japan and established the Dongying Demon Slaying Alliance, calling for the initiation of the Asian Magic Affairs Alliance, and was regarded as a representative figure of East Asian mages.

I didn't expect Masao Watanabe to be involved in this matter!

At this time, Masao Watanabe should be in his early twenties.

I don't know what he looks like.

In his previous life, Zhou Yang did not see the transition Bian Zhengxiong!

He has been planning for revenge for more than 20 years, but in the end he has not even been able to see the face of the enemy!

This time, you can finally see it!

Zhou Yang froze his footsteps, clenched the short knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath, this breath seemed to have no intention of stopping.

There was a soft, rhythmic clucking sound in the darkness ahead.

It's the sound of clogs hitting the ground.

Zhou Yang is still inhaling!

An oil-paper umbrella appears in view.

The oil-paper umbrella is painted with exquisite ink scenery, which is as delicate as a work of art.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella was a petite woman.

Dressed in a plain white kimono with a sword stuck in his waist, he took small steps, step by step, and finally stopped at a distance of three hundred meters from Zhou Yang.

The woman kept her head down without raising her head, and said softly: "Mr. instantly captures a thousand ghosts, slashes the corpses of soldiers, and thinks he is also a high-ranking ...... among Chinese mages."

"Kill!"

Zhou Yang exhaled and let out a thunderous roar, and his body shot at the kimono woman like an arrow off the string!

The woman in the kimono looked up in amazement, her beautiful face full of astonishment.

If you don't say anything, you can do it, there is really this kind of flute green!

At least let everyone explain the scene!

If a master makes a move, even if he doesn't decide whether he lives or dies, at least he has to report his name, right?

She didn't even have any intention of doing anything.

didn't draw his knife, didn't retreat, didn't raise his hand, just stood like that, looking at Zhou Yang with a stunned expression.

Then, the blood-red halberd in front of her moved.

With a buzz, the halberd automatically rose from the ground and slashed down towards Zhou Yang.

"Masao Watanabe!"

Zhou Yang drank again.

The halberd slashed smoothly.

Zhou Yang waved his hands, two short knives came out of his hands, spun quickly and slashed towards the kimono woman, pulled out the heavy knives on his back with his back, turned around and slashed heavily behind him.

A dark red shadow flashed in the darkness, retreating sharply, and retreating more than a hundred meters like lightning.

But it's too late!

The knife fell, and it was already more than 100 meters away, splitting the shadow in half.

In the heart-rending screams, the shadow turned into two halves, blood splattered, internal organs flowed to the ground, and the face that was split in half was completely unrecognizable.

But what does it matter what you look like? It's enough to know that he is Masao Watanabe!

Twenty years of research and preparation have given Zhou Yang a thorough understanding of Watanabe Masao's killing moves and style.

The seemingly fierce and violent halberd is just a cover, and the real killer move is Masao Watanabe, who uses the ninja tracking technique to lurk behind and prepare to perform a backstab!

The knife accumulated in the past 20 years has finally been cut down, and the former feud has been broken!

Zhou Yang let out a long roar, put the knife back into its sheath, and rushed back.

The kimono woman has already pulled out the sword at her waist and held it horizontally in front of her eyes, ready to fight.

The thrown dagger was knocked back.

Zhou Yang rushed forward, just caught the two short knives, thrust them into his waist, kept his steps, jumped up, pulled out the heavy knife behind his back again, and slashed it in the air.

This blow is amazing, and there is really a knife that splits the momentum of Huashan.

The woman in the kimono was forced by his momentum, and subconsciously flashed to the side.

The heavy knife slammed into the ground, cutting a long slit in the street.

But Zhou Yang didn't hold the knife, but threw the heavy knife, taking this opportunity to cross the kimono woman and run towards the hospital.

"Medium!"

There was a low shout from behind.

Zhou Yang felt a chill on his back, and immediately lowered his body to exert his strength and rushed forward, but he was still running wildly, not even looking back!

Blood-stained knives swayed in the streets.

There was already a shadow of dawn shaking in the sky.

Zhou Yang rushed into the hospital and rushed into the building's lights.

The almost suffocating overflowing yin qi disappeared in an instant.

Pedestrians appeared in front of them, looking hurried and scarce, but they brought the breath of the world.

At this time, Su Xiaocha's soul could already be sensed to reconnect with his body.

Faint, but clear.

Following this connection, Zhou Yang raised his head and his gaze fell on a window on the fifth floor.

In the ICU, resuscitation has stopped.

The attending doctor took off his mask, sweating profusely and looking tired, "I'm sorry, we did our best, please mourn!" ”

The doctors and nurses assisting next to him stopped and looked at the person the attending doctor was talking to.

In addition to medical staff, there should be no other idle people in the intensive care unit.

But at this moment, there was an old man standing.

At the age of his early fifties, with an extremely serious face of Chinese characters, standing there, standing there, not speaking or moving, it brought people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

"Life and death, thank you, doctor." The old man's face was like iron, without the slightest expression, only a trace of sadness in his voice, "Go tell the people outside the door, they have been waiting for this news for a long time, if it weren't for the insistence of me, a dead old man, I'm afraid I would have been declared brain dead the day before yesterday." Go out and let her be quiet for a while. ”

The attending doctor nodded, turned around and walked out with the doctors and nurses.

Through the cracks in the shaking doors, it can be seen that the outside of the ICU room is crowded with people with uneasy expressions.

The door closes.

As the attending doctor announced death, a chaotic noise erupted outside the door.

Some were crying, some were shouting, and some seemed to want to rush in.

The old man ignored this.

A bunch of rats!

The old man looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed, and the days of rescue made her face almost transparent.

"Life and death are fate......

The old man sighed, and reached out to touch the girl's cheek, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, he paused suddenly, raised his brows, and turned his head sharply to look at the window.

Rumble!

Almost as soon as he turned his head, the glass shattered.

A black shadow broke through the window with an indomitable momentum.

People are already dead, and they still refuse to let her go?

The old man was furious, clenched his palms into fists, punched the black shadow, and shouted angrily, "Get out!" ”

The black shadow did not roll, stretched out his palm to hold on to his fist, his body trembled slightly, he flipped over his heels, and deftly overcame his obstruction, fell to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and slapped the girl's chest on the hospital bed, and shouted: "The soul returns, all evils are avoided!" ”

It's a soul-summoning spell.

It's ordinary, but it's also very practical, and the premise is that the spirit is right in front of you!

The old man was slightly stunned, and the second punch he was about to make paused.

A ray of early sunlight shone in through the shattered window and fell on the girl's almost transparent face.

The girl groaned.

The old man was ecstatic, but he was afraid that it was just a fragile dream, so he didn't dare to move for a while!

"The timing was just right!"

The man standing by the bed laughed and reached out to help the girl up.

The girl's eyelashes moved slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the young man holding her in confusion, and called softly, "Zhou Yang? ”

"Yes, no thanks!" Zhou Yang looked at the old man who was ecstatic but froze there and didn't dare to move, "You have such a master by your side, how can you still lose your soul?" You have to be careful in the future, but you can't always meet someone as righteous as me! After speaking, he carefully let go and walked straight to the window, and when he passed by the old man, he said, "Hidden Lake Xuan's?" To be able to lose people's souls is really a shame for your ancestors! This time, you must watch it! ”

The old man's face turned red, and he opened his mouth to distinguish it.

However, Zhou Yang didn't give him a chance to speak, and jumped out of the window again.

The old man wanted to chase after him, but he saw the girl on the hospital bed struggling to get off the ground, he was startled, and hurriedly went over to help her, "Xiaocha, you just returned to your soul, don't move!" ”

The door of the ICU ward was pushed open, and a large group of people rushed in, but when they saw Su Xiaocha struggling to get out of bed, they couldn't help but be shocked on the spot.

The attending doctors have been declared dead, you don't honestly lie in bed and wait for cremation, you still have to get out of bed, can you consider the emotions of the onlookers? Everyone has been looking forward to it all night, and it's not about whether this is good or not!

Someone screamed: "Explode the corpse ......"

This one was only half screaming, and it was blocked back.

The old man's cold gaze turned over, and everyone was frightened.

Su Xiaocha ignored this, but stubbornly got out of bed and struggled to the window.

Outside the window, Zhou Yang could no longer be seen, but there were still blood stains on the windowsill.

That was left by Zhou Yang.

She reached out and touched the blood, warm herself, her eyes were slightly stupid for a moment, and she muttered two words.

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but the old man holding her could hear it.

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your name and name deeply!"

But it's chivalrous!