In a trance, I smelled the floor, and the smell of sweat.

His mouth was full of rust, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, and he couldn't breathe.

"Is this going to fall?"

The old voice scolded unhappily, and the angry wooden knife fell, mercilessly smashing into his face: "It's a shame, Sasaki!

He tried to lift his hand and brace himself, but soon fell to the ground again.

It was dark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" he hugged his head and whispered for mercy: "Please let me rest...... Just for a while, just for a while. ”

"Then get out of here and get out of here. ”

A merciless kick, kicked on his body, the floor seemed to roll up, slapped on him, and the world was spinning and turbulent.

The expressionless old face faded into obscurity.

The old man was looking down at himself, without any pity.

"Listen to me, Sasaki, of the students I've seen since the dojo was opened...... Talent, aptitude and ability, you are the worst one. ”

"It's not an incentive, it's a fact. ”

The old man looked down at his face coldly, and told him word by word: "You are a rotten wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?"

In the silence, there was only the wheezing of embarrassment and the sound of struggle.

The young man with a blue nose and swollen face struggled to prop up his body, raised his hand, and grabbed the old man's trouser leg.

"Teacher, please teach me ......"

He prostrated himself on the ground, sat down on the deformed earth, and humbly prostrated his head and pleaded, "Please teach me...... I...... There are kindnesses that have to be repaid, and there are things that have to be done. ”

Even if he is delirious, he is still struggling in vain: "Please raise your noble hand, please ......"

In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently, and for a long time, he slowly raised his foot, shook off the hand that was pulling his trouser leg, and brutally kicked him away.

"Since you can't give up swordsmanship, learn to give up your life, fool. ”

The wooden knife slashed down, piercing the floor in front of him, and the old man gave one last order: "Stand up for me, immediately!"

The old voice mixed with an angry roar and exploded in his ears.

"How long are you going to sleep, bastard!!"

It's dark.

Sasaki woke up from his dream, only to feel a sharp pain in his face, as if he had been punched hard, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of tranquilizers and opened his eyes.

Then, I saw Zatoichi in front of me.

Stunned in place.

The bloodied blind swordsman had already broken into the cage and stood right in front of his bed, raising his hand to help him rip off the shackles and the infusion tubes.

What's even more surprising is how Zatoichi is dressed today.

"What's the matter with the way you look?"

Beneath the shattered Yingzhou robe was a camouflage uniform, body armor, a gray helmet, jet-black military boots, a full cartridge, a pistol strapped to his legs, a grenade hanging from his waist, and two MP5s held high in both hands.

and three katanas on their backs......

Literally, fully armed!

But it's completely different from what Zatoichi expected to look like.

"Where did you get this SWAT team outfit?" Sasaki was dumbfounded.

"Isn't that what young people say these days...... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned and showed a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, the gun is still easy to use...... I didn't expect that I was now a Ground Self-Defense Force Instructor!"

"What's that?"

"Part-time job, the blind people in this world have a hard time, don't you work hard to give people a massage...... Hurry up and take a walk. ”

Zatoichi put down a gun and reached out to pull him out of bed, "I took advantage of the chaos to break in, and I still don't know what's going on outside...... It's not easy for a blind man to play and sneak in, so don't be embarrassed for me to escort you out, okay?"

Sasaki landed, only to hear a crunch, the brace on his leg collided with the ground, and his expression twitched instantly.

Pain.

"You have a broken leg?"

Zatoichi's ears twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, listening to the footsteps rushing outside the door, his expression suddenly became impatient, and he could only put Sasaki's arm on his shoulder, and sighed helplessly: "One of us is blind and the other is lame, if you don't do it in the future, we can also combine to perform together, you show the way, I massage, how good, why are you doing a tendon?"

"Thank you. ”

Sasaki smiled wryly, took a knife from his back to use as a crutch, and limped out with Zatoichi.

The more you look outward, the more tragic the scene you see.

In the gorgeous glazed palace like heaven, at this moment, there are constantly deformed monsters running, eating flesh and blood, and the scenes of living hell are constantly staged.

The boiling Eight Evils filled every inch of air, pulling everyone towards solidification and hell little by little.

When the reversal turned into calamity, the terrifying demonic nature of his freedom hovered in everyone's heart.

Like a sharp blade, it hung above the head of everyone who lived in Satomi. Whenever a trace of evil thoughts arises in the heart, it will be rapidly amplified and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation......

It's a curse against the bloodline.

"Sasaki, I know you, Sasaki, help me...... Help me......"

The wriggling man struggled to flow out of the original empty shell, and on the ground, he raised his twisted palm and hissed sharply: "I'm restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago...... Help me, I've spoken for you......"

He was responded to by indifferent gunfire.

Zatoichi listened to the voice, aimed it at his face, pulled the trigger, and after indifferently firing a shuttle of bullets, he took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing corpse, and set it on fire.

The fire rises.

And Sasaki remained frozen in place.

Stunned, staring at everything in front of him......

"Give up, Sasaki, the Satomi family is hopeless. ”

Sasaki was silent, not speaking, as if he had lost his soul.

"There's no time to waste, let's go!"

Zatoichi was furious and took his hand to drag him away, but in an instant, he froze in place...... The angry expression froze, and gradually, lost its blood.

A pale.

I felt the crisis, I felt the smell of terror......

In the midst of a sudden burst of loud noise, a cold snap erupted from the gap in the wall, instantly robbing it of all the temperature. A thick icicle burst in from outside the wall, stabbing diagonally into the sky, and then, the cold light flashed, and the icicle split apart and fell towards the earth.

With the figure above.

There was a high-pitched roar in the frost wind.

Like a giant elephant neighing.

Father Frost advanced with a roar, the golden saber slashing down, pressing forward step by step, blatantly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard, without mercy.

There is no mercy either.

Because the blood was dancing—the evil thoughts in the sky were stirred, and they circled around the crimson blade, and slashed forward!

It's still the same as the incomparably crude Tang bamboo!

Is that really swordsmanship? Is it really a sword? Or is it just a random stick to make do?

But when the blade of resentment is raised, the fire of ferocious evil thoughts comes and burns vigorously.

When the blade fell, it burst out with a terrible roar, setting off waves in the midst of the blizzard.

The wind and snow rolled up, and Father Frost's saber shook suddenly, and a gap appeared again, and soon, the multiplying frost had already covered the gap.

But then, the slash of the blade of resentment has fallen again!

There was no respite.

The shelling belonging to 1812 has just begun!

The flame of the Forbidden Hand burned vigorously.

In the midst of the fierce flames, the beautiful face is as hideous as a demon at this moment!

The Forge is extracting evil thoughts from the air, transforming the power of hell into essentia, bursting with the slash!

Ignoring the possibility of erosion, and not needing the cheating and transformation of the cooking demon technique, the divinity that pointed to Xihe now shone a faint light and shrouded him.

From the moment he advanced to the Lord of the Great Flock, the wisp of divinity that sprouted from Shao Si Ming had already devoured all this worthless pollution.

In this demonic realm where he is free, he is the home field!

The darkness of the Sanctuary of the Bones unfolds, and the devotional hymns go again. The Iron Raven spread its iron wings, piercing through the blizzard's barriers, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Frost Father.

Like a burning meteor, it roars back and forth.

When attached to Huai Shi's essentia armament, the flaming iron crow has turned into a literal border relic, and every dive and flyby is equivalent to an attack by Huai Shi's own hands.

That slender and emaciated figure will unbelievably suppress the frost father under his hands!

The blizzard roared suddenly, and the spreading cold snap contracted rapidly, and just after Frost Father turned into a huge carriage, and under the pull of the frozen horse, it roared forward, and finally dispersed the erratic crows!

Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen ice edge behind him, the sharp ice edge quickly extended in his hand, turning into a heavy axe.

Holding a saber in one hand and dragging an exaggerated axe in the other, a new storm was set off again.

"What the hell is that......

In the corner, the blind Zatoichi raised his cloudy pupils, feeling the changes in the air in a daze.

It was as if all of a sudden an unreasonable storm had fallen from the sky and enveloped everything. The essentia of turmoil forms a whirlpool, and when two huge eyes collide with each other, it sets off an earth-shattering turbulence.

However, in the observation of the mind's eye, there is nothing in the empty 'eye of the wind'.

Even though you can't glimpse the outline of the shell, you can still sense the terrifying nature.

One was wrapped in frost from the wilderness, as if to freeze everything completely, and the frenzied essentia spread, forming an overwhelming storm.

The other is as if it were the Twisted Demon Realm itself!

Like the incarnation in which he descended freely......

The heavenly demons descended on their courtyards and palaces, speaking magic, boiling evil thoughts surging, and the tame ones were driven and devoured by her...... She has become the master here.

Anti-customer-oriented!

Compared with the endless sea of despair in the Land of Dusk, he is now at ease, it is simply child's play! The magic realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

Zatoichi froze in a corner.

Subconsciously grasp the hilt of the sword.

When you accidentally break into the scene where the beasts are fighting for territory, you will feel fear.

But now, when two auras like tyrannical natural disasters descended from the sky and brutally descended on their heads, Zatoichi could only feel it...... Indescribable tremors.

Is fear useful when facing a Category 10 storm? Will courting it work? Can you avoid ravages by kneeling and begging for mercy?

It is not a threat that can be avoided by showing kindness and retreating.

No matter what the bystanders do, it won't help.

He only hoped that luck would take care of him and not involve himself and the idiot next to him......

It wasn't until the violent roar faded away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard and confirming that the two were gone, that Zatoichi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand and tried to pull Sasaki on, but Sasaki was still standing there.

Soft footsteps sounded in the distance.

Outside the open palace gates, the young warrior walked slowly, holding a blood-stained blade, and ruthlessly cut off the head of his blood relative.

When I looked up, I saw a messy courtyard with two people standing in it.

was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly suddenly.

"It's Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they already run out? ”

As if he was happy from the bottom of his heart for the escape of the two, Satomi Hisakazu solemnly advised: "This is no longer a safe place, the two of you have nothing to do with here, please leave quickly." ”

In this way, the blood-stained face that resembled a fox smiled, said goodbye very politely, and turned to leave.

Then, the muffled sound of a knife being drawn behind him was heard.

It's Sasaki.

"I'm sorry, Zatoichi, I really can't let it go. ”

The lame man held his weapon in his hand, staggered forward with difficulty, stared at the face of Jiu Jing, and whispered: "There are always some grievances, and we need to break ......"