In a trance, he smelled the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.
His mouth was full of the smell of rust, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Are you going to fall just like that?"
The old voice angrily rebuked, and the angry wooden sword slashed down, mercilessly smashing into his face. "Too disgraceful, Sasaki! Stand up! "
He tried hard to raise his hand and support his body, but soon he fell to the ground again.
His vision turned dark.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" He held his head and begged for mercy in a low voice. "Please let me rest for a while … just a while, just a while."
"Then quit, get out of here."
A merciless kick landed on his body. The floor seemed to roll up and hit him. The world was spinning and turbulent.
The expressionless old face gradually blurred.
The old man lowered his head and looked down at him without any mercy.
"Listen to me, Sasaki. Ever since the dojo was founded, among the students I've seen … your talent, aptitude, and ability are the worst."
"This is not an incentive, but a fact."
The old man looked down at his face coldly and said word by word, "You are rotten wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?"
In the silence, there was only the sound of panting and struggling.
The young man with a bruised nose and swollen face struggled to support his body. He raised his hand and grabbed the old man's trouser leg.
"Teacher, please teach me …"
He crawled on the ground and sat down under the deformed soil. He kowtowed humbly and begged, "Please teach me … I … have a favor that I have to repay, and something that I have to do."
Even though he was delirious, he still struggled in vain. "Please be merciful, please …"
In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently. After a long time, he slowly raised his foot and shook off the hand that was pulling his trouser leg, cruelly kicking him away.
"Since you can't give up swordsmanship, learn to give up your life, idiot."
The wooden sword slashed down and pierced the floor in front of him. The old man ordered for the last time, "Stand up, now!"
The old voice was mixed with an angry roar, exploding in his ears.
"How long are you going to sleep, bastard!!!"
His vision went black.
Sasaki woke up from his dream and felt a sharp pain in his face, as if someone had punched him hard. Finally, he woke up from the painful dream created by the large amount of tranquilizers and opened his eyes.
Then, he saw the Zuotou Market in front of him.
He stood rooted to the ground.
The blind swordsman covered in blood had already broken into the cage. He stood in front of his bed and raised his hand to help him break the shackles and the infusion tubes.
What was even more shocking was Zatoichi's current appearance.
"What's wrong with you?"
Under the tattered Yingzhou robe was a camouflage uniform, a bulletproof vest, a gray helmet, pitch-black military boots, a full magazine, a pistol tied to his leg, a grenade hanging from his waist, and two MP5s raised high in his hands.
And the three katanas on his back …
They were simply armed to the teeth!
But it was completely different from what he expected Zuotou to be like.
"Where did you get this SWAT team equipment?" Sasaki was stunned.
"Don't young people always say that recently … Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned and showed a cheerful smile, "Sure enough, the gun is still useful … You didn't expect it, right? I'm now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force!"
"What the hell?"
"Part-time. Blind people don't have a good life in this world. If you don't work hard, do you want to massage people … Let's go."
Zatoichi put down a gun and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the bed, "I broke in during the chaos. I still don't know what's going on outside … It's not easy for a blind person to sneak in. Don't make it difficult for me to escort you out of here, okay?"
Sasaki fell to the ground and heard a crack. The leg braces collided with the ground, and his face twitched instantly.
Severe pain.
"Your leg is broken?"
Zatoichi's ears twitched slightly. He frowned and listened to the footsteps outside the door. His expression suddenly became impatient. 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 quit in the future, we can still work together as a performer. You show the way, and I give you a massage. Isn't that great? Why are you so stubborn?"
"Thanks."
Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back and used it as a crutch. He limped out with Zatoichi.
The more they went out, the more tragic the scene they saw.
In the gorgeous Lapis Lazuli Palace Garden, there were constantly distorted monsters running around, eating flesh and blood. The scene of living hell was constantly playing out.
The boiling eight evils filled every inch of the air, pulling everyone little by little towards the transformation of solidification and hell.
When the transformation into disaster, the horrible demonic nature of his incarnation lingered in everyone's heart.
Like a sharp blade, it hangs over the head of every person who sees home. As long as there was a trace of evil in the heart, it would be quickly magnified and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation …
This was a curse against the bloodline.
"Sasaki, I know you. Sasaki, help me … help me …"
The wriggling man struggled out of the original empty shell. On the ground, he raised his twisted palm and screamed sharply, "I'm not at peace. Have you forgotten? A few years ago, we drank together … Save me, I spoke up for you … "
What responded to him was a cold gunshot.
Zatoichi listened to the sound, aimed at his face, and pulled the trigger. After shooting a magazine of bullets indifferently, he took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing body, and ignited it.
The fire rose.
Sasaki was still in a daze.
He stared at everything in front of him in shock …
"Give up, Sasaki. Riken is hopeless."
Sasaki was silent and didn't speak, as if he had lost his soul.
"There's no time to waste. Let's go!"
Zatoichi was furious. He grabbed his hand and wanted to drag him away, but in an instant, he froze in place … His angry expression froze, and gradually, his face lost its color.
It was pale.
He felt the danger and the terrifying aura …
In the sudden burst of loud noise, a cold current gushed out from the gap in the wall, instantly taking away all the heat. A thick icicle burst from outside the wall and stabbed diagonally into the sky. Then, with a flash of cold light, the icicle broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
Together with the figure on it.
A high-pitched roar came from the frost wind.
It was like a giant elephant neighing.
Shuang's father advanced in the roar. The golden saber slashed down, pressing forward step by step, brazenly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard without mercy.
He couldn't show mercy.
Because the blood was dancing, the evil thoughts in the sky were stirred up, surrounding the crimson blade, and slashing forward!
It was still in the shape of the extremely crude Tangzhu!
Was that really swordsmanship? Could it really be called swordsmanship? Or did he just randomly pick up a stick and make do with it?
But when the Blade of Hatred was raised, the ferocious fire of evil thoughts attached to it, burning vigorously.
When the blade slashed down, it burst out with a shrill roar, setting off stormy waves in the blizzard.
The blizzard rolled back. Shuang's father's saber suddenly shook, and another gap appeared. Soon, the multiplying frost had covered the gap.
But then, the Blade of Hatred slashed down again!
There was no time to breathe.
The bombardment of 1812 had just begun!
The flames of the Hand of Confinement burned vigorously.
In the fierce flames, the beautiful face was as ferocious as an evil spirit at this moment!
The casting furnace was extracting the evil thoughts in the air, transforming the power full of the aura of hell into Source Substance, bursting out together with the slash!
It didn't care about the possibility of being eroded at all, and it didn't need the cheating and transformation of the culinary demon skills. Now, the divinity pointed at Xihe emitted a faint light, enveloping his body.
The moment he advanced to become the leader of a large group, the divinity in Shaosi Ming's bud had already swallowed all the pollution that wasn't worth mentioning.
In this demonic realm, he was the home ground!
The darkness of the Bone Burial Sanctuary surged, and the pious hymn moved forward again. The Iron Crow spread its iron wings and broke through the obstruction of the blizzard. Its sharp claws and teeth attacked the burly Shuang's father.
It was like a burning meteor, whistling back and forth.
After attaching Huai Shi's Origin Substance to the crows, the blazing crows were like relics of the border. Every time they swooped down, it was as if Huai Shi had personally launched an attack.
That slender and thin figure had inconceivably suppressed Shuang's father under his hands!
The blizzard suddenly roared, and the spreading cold current quickly shrank. Just behind Shuang's father, it turned into a huge carriage. Under the pull of the frozen horse, it rumbled forward, finally dispersing the flock of crows that filled the air!
Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen icicles behind him. The sharp icicles quickly extended in his hand, turning into a heavy halberd.
With one hand holding the saber and the other dragging the exaggerated halberd, he set off a new storm again.
"What on earth is that … …"
In the corner, the blind Zuo Tou raised his turbid eyes, sluggishly feeling the changes in the air.
It was as if an unreasonable storm had suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping everything. The turbulent Source Substance formed a vortex, and when the two huge eyes of the storm collided with each other, it set off a world-shaking turbulence.
But in the Mind's Eye's observation, the illusory 'eye of the storm' was not empty.
Even though he couldn't see the outline of the body, he could still feel the terrifying essence.
One of them was wrapped in a primordial frost, as if it wanted to freeze everything in its path. The Origin Substance spread wildly, forming a storm that covered the sky and covered the earth.
And the other seemed to be the Distorted Demonic Realm itself!
Just like his incarnation that had descended … …
The Heavenly Demon had descended into his courtyard and palace, speaking magic. The boiling evil thoughts surged, tamed, and were driven by her, swallowed … … She had already turned into the master of this place.
She had turned from guest to host!
Compared to the endless sea of despair in the Twilight Village, the current Incarnation was simply child's play! The Demonic Realm created by Yatsufusa had already become a toy in her hands!
Zuo Tou stiffened in the corner.
He subconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword.
When he accidentally entered the scene of fierce beasts fighting for territory, he would feel fear.
But now, when two tyrannical auras descended from the sky, tyrannically descending on their heads, Zuo Tou could only feel … … an indescribable tremor.
When facing a level ten storm, was fear useful? Would showing goodwill have any effect? Could kneeling and begging for mercy avoid being ravaged?
It wasn't a threat that could be avoided by showing goodwill and retreating.
No matter what a bystander did, it was useless.
He only hoped that luck would favor him and not involve himself with the idiot next to him … …
Until the violent roar gradually faded away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard. After confirming that the two had gone far away, Zuo Tou slowly let out a sigh of relief.
He reached out to pull Sasaki to continue walking, but Sasaki still stood in place.
There was a soft sound of footsteps in the distance.
Outside the open gate of the palace, a young samurai slowly came, holding a blood-stained blade, and ruthlessly cut off the head of a blood relative.
When he raised his head, he saw the messy courtyard and the two people standing in the middle.
At first, he was stunned, and then he immediately understood.
"It's Sasaki-san and his friend, have they already run out? That's great, it seems that they are free. "
As if he was happy for the escape of the two from the bottom of his heart, Riken Jiu solemnly said: "This is no longer a safe place, the two of you have nothing to do with it, please leave quickly."
In this way, the blood-stained face that resembled a fox smiled, nodded very politely, and turned to leave.
Then, he heard the low sound of a sword behind him.
It was Sasaki.
"Sorry, Zuo Tou, I really can't leave you alone."
The lame man held his weapon in his hand and staggered forward, staring at Jiu Jiu's face, whispering softly: "There are always some grievances that need to be settled … …"
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