What a strong hatred, the will to die, the vengeful samurai. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You gave me a chance."

"Boy, let's go, this is not for you."

Wise Mitsuhide, the killing intent in his eyes was slightly retracted, and the moment Kennosuke met his eyes, he thought he had seen death.

"Wow ......"

The blood gushing out of the "dripping ......" bloomed into beautiful roses, and the black knife of the infernal flame pattern, Shadow Dance, pierced his abdomen.

Akechi Mitsuhide turned around in shock and looked at Uesugi Noshin who had attacked him behind him.

"Damn, smelly old man......"

The muscles in Akechi Mitsuhide's abdomen were torn apart, and his body began to scream, and every point that the blade made him weaker with every point in his body, and he held the blade with his hand, but he couldn't stop Uesugi from killing him, and the blade rotated, slicing through Akechi Mitsuhide's organs.

"You dead dog, you dare to come back, today, you have to die at my hands again!"

Uesugi Shouxin's words seem to reveal something......

"Understood......" seemed to see it in his eyes.

Blood flowed from Akechi Mitsuhide's mouth, and Uesugi Morinobu completely pierced Kagemai's body, and the blade kept cutting upward, pulling his abdomen apart, which was already a fatal wound.

"Hey, old man."

Akechi Mitsuhide's head couldn't be lifted anymore, and the amount of bleeding was amazing, and the people around him watched and didn't dare to move.

"Do you know what I'm living like a dog for......"

Yes, it's better to live than to die, for what......

"Nonsense!" Uesugi Morinobu strained his hand, and the blade of Shadow Dance had already sliced through Akechi Mitsuhide's stomach, and his intestines fell out, just like little Cato in Rome.

Suddenly, Uesugi felt that the knife was stabbing itself into Akechi Mitsuhide's body, effortlessly, it was almost as if Akechi Mitsuhide himself was advancing towards the knife.

"Ahh

The handle of the knife was embedded in his body, and he was stuck in the ribs of his chest, and Akechi Mitsuhide turned around suddenly, and actually broke free from the handle of the knife with the hand of Morishin Uesugi, lifted the mace in his hand, and smashed it into the terrified old face like a god of death, smashing its ugly true face!

Uesugi kept his word and was shot in the head with a mace.

Akechi Mitsuhide, fell.

"Teenage ......"

Akechi Mitsuhide's hands were covered with his own blood, and Shadow Dance pierced his body, so that he didn't completely lie on the ground, and he was no longer saved.

"Help me pull this knife out, this position is uncomfortable and uncomfortable......"

"In case Lian she wants to talk to me about that...... Bang bang, if you are blocked by this thing......"

He understood.

If Uesugi hadn't gone to be a robber two years ago, Akechi Mitsuhide wouldn't have been in this situation, they wouldn't have come for revenge, Kennohiko wouldn't have died, and Sakura wouldn't have been in danger. This is the cycle of hatred, and at the same time, it is also the natural law of the jungle......

When Kennosuke pulls out the famous sword shadow dance, the blood-stained blade reflects his face, and the blood redefines the world for himself, there is no absolute good and evil, good and bad...... Good and evil are originally one.

"Sakura-chan."

No matter what the world becomes, his choice will not change, and Kennosuke continues to move forward without looking back, with only one thought in his heart, which makes his belief extremely strong......

But when he saw how cruel the reality was......

"Sakura-chan (Japanese: Sakura)!"

The snow, the white fur was dyed bright red, the rusty katana stuck in the back, and the blood flowing from the mouth had gradually turned black, and he had been dead for a while. The white wolf, next to the snow, the girl's body, quietly fell on the stone floor, as if entering a warm and clear dream.

The whole village was so quiet, the flames were still burning, reflecting the clear face of the girl in white.

"Boss."

The surrounding minions didn't dare to move, next to the burning flames, in the densest place of corpses, the severed hand man holding the blood-colored blade in his hand was the "boss" in their mouths.

The man ...... "Young Man" had long, messy hair, but his eyes were as vicious as those of a falcon and a rattlesnake.

The knives of the mountain bandits are more or less dripping blood, the cheapest human blood. And the ghost of the severed hand man is desperately sucking the blood, even his master.

I heard that after the ghost kills someone, the resentment of the dead will attach to the blade, and the blade will suck their blood dry, so that their souls will never be reborn, this murderous knife is a veritable demon knife.

"It wants your blood, it's excited...... "He said, like a madman, a mad dog.

A bright moon in the sky has always been blood-colored in the eyes of the man with the severed hand, perhaps, since two years ago, he has been living in hell......

The severed hand man's whole body was filled with a black evil aura - ghost qi!

Kennosuke once heard his father say that when a samurai cultivates to a certain level, he will condense his murderous aura and perform extremely terrifying moves.

Kennosuke held the shadow dance in his hand tightly, looked at the ghostly severed hand man with cold eyes, and walked towards him step by step, and at the same time, he pulled out the famous sword that Yokozuna Dairo had given him, 巌 (yán) ryu from his waist. (One of the 50 good fast knives)

"Boy, despair!"

Why despair, desperate creatures, or people?

"Ahh Roar of the beast!

Kennosuke's eyes changed completely, turning purple-black, the kind of eyes born of the terrifying murderous aura, the killing god born to kill, he felt so tired, he decided to let go of his identity, everything about himself, and the rest of the ...... Only hatred!

"Know your own powerlessness, understand your weakness, man!"

"Ghost Cut!" The vortex of ghost qi erupted with terrifying power and swept in, and Kennosuke used the flow of his left hand to block it, and the flow of the 50 works of the Ryokuai knife was actually broken before it could make contact with the blade of the ghost knife......

"Zheng!"

One knife flow, Juhe!

The murderous aura that struck directly towards the young man's face, his forehead had already cracked a bloody hole, and the inside of the skull was faintly visible, and the shadow dance was in front of Kennosuke's body, and the blade of the black hell flame was trembling and hissing......

Finally, Kennosuke was defeated.

The 14-year-old boy has already picked up the knife, and whether he lives or dies, the trajectory of his life has completely changed in the future......

Sakura-chan ......

Why, why is it so regrettable, at the time of death?

Kennosuke's consciousness wandered out of his body and became unconscious.

"Boy, go to hell with hatred, hate this, hell...... "Why, when the man with the severed hand killed Kennosuke, his expression was so gloomy, the blood-colored world in his eyes has never been normal, maybe it has been normal......

"Cut off his head and drink!"

The frantic mountain bandit walked towards Kennosuke with a knife, and his eyes obviously took a fancy to the black famous knife, greed and desire are the nature of human beings.

"Whew......"

Wojin!

Leaping down from a height, the fang's mouth was stained with blood, there were several knife marks on its body, the blood flowing from the wound wet its majestic hair, and its dark blood-colored eyes were full of murderous aura!

Kazu is staring at the beast in front of him, man!