The cold wind blew, and the falling autumn leaves fell to the ground. The sound of a water bottle exploding rang out, and a cold light suddenly tore through the air. The autumn leaves exploded into fine powder, and the long and narrow cold light was like an illusory shadow that was reflected into the pitch-black pupils.
Before the threatening words fell, the cold wind had already arrived, a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on his neck, and a blood line split open in the trembling neck.
Chi!
The violently shaking body exploded in the place, and an afterimage was pulled in the air. Chi Yebin ran away to a distance of 20 meters and touched his throat. A fingertip long bloody wound split open, blood gurgled out, and he could even touch his trachea.
"Unexpectedly decisive!" Chi Yebin's face had no expression, as if the neck that was cut was not his own body. He turned his head, waved his hand, and said coldly, "Kill them all!"
The rapid gunshots continued, and the disciples in the dojo exploded into clouds of blood, and the screams of despair came into Koshiro's ears.
The smell of blood spread and dyed the entire dojo red. Koshiro squinted his eyes, and his face was still calm and gentle. The inverted blade seemed to be slow, but in fact, it quickly cut off the bullets that were shot at him. The cold light was like a silver pen splashing ink in front of him, blocking everything.
"You don't care about the life and death of the disciples at all? A cold and ruthless heart grows under a seemingly gentle smile. You are really a dangerous person in the revolutionary army! "
Chi Yebin's feet touched the ground, and the whole person sprinted like a sharp sword. The two horizontal swords hanging from his waist were unsheathed and slashed at Koshiro.
The sparks were dazzling, and Koshiro seemed to have eyes on his back. The bright long sword was almost strangely turned over, drawing a twisted arc. At the moment when it touched the horizontal sword, the two horizontal swords were broken, and the gap was as smooth as a mirror.
Chi Yebin's feet stopped and retreated quickly. Koshiro took small steps at a moderate speed. The movement seemed gentle, but it was like lightning. The blade of the sword pierced into Chi Yebin's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake spitting out a needle.
It seemed to be a simple sword, but it seemed to block all the dodging space. The sharp sword went straight into the flesh, and the blood came out. Chi Yebin's feet hurriedly moved, and the rain of bullets behind him arrived.
In the clanging sound of the collision, Koshiro leisurely pulled out his sword and stabbed a Marine who was attacking with a sword. At the same time, he whispered, "The sword is not stable enough!"
Chi!
The scarlet straight line pierced a hole in the heart, the blade in his hand fell, and the warm body fell to the ground. Koshiro stepped over the disciple sent by Navy Branch 153. There was no extra emotion in his eyes. He turned his feet, and the sword cut the waist of two Marine disciples.
"The lower body is not stable enough!"
"The sword is still too slow!"
"You must save 30% of your strength!"
Corpses fell to the ground one after another. Genshiro's mirror was stained with blood. Every time he killed a corpse, he would casually comment on it. It was as if he was not killing people, but completing his daily teaching. However, more and more corpses piled up at his feet.
Unlike Zoro's fierce and flashy sword, Koshiro's sword was simple and unadorned. It seemed to be a slash, a hack, a stab, and a lift back and forth, but it was strange and dangerous, as if it blocked all the gaps of dodging, simple and deadly!
It was different from Hawkeye Mihawk's domineering aura. It did not have the power to split the sky with a single slash, but it had the indifference and restraint of a trickle of water. There was no magnificent momentum, but there was the terror of dripping water penetrating stone. It was the kind of silence that could kill everything in the world!
Silent, ruthless!
After a dozen breaths, all kinds of corpses collapsed on the ground, and the surrounding area was killed. Only Koshiro was left standing in the center of the dojo with a sword in his hand. He was confronting the Marine's spear formation with guns around him. The momentum of one person was like an endless tide surging over.
Bang Bang Bang …
Koshiro stepped back, his snow-white socks were soaked in blood. His whole person turned into a sword light and suddenly rushed into the spear formation. He raised his sword and the Marines standing close together were cut off. In the blood fountain of the broken corpses, the scarlet blade slashed. Koshiro was like a ruthless Asura, killing one person with one sword, he ran toward Chi Ye.
"Kill him!"
Koshiro stood on his tiptoes, and the soldiers next to him who were not afraid of death shouted and surrounded him. The broken corpses splashed, and a Marine with a military hat and a crooked figure rushed in, holding a standard military sword in his hand, and followed him to kill Koshiro.
The sword blade broke, and the Marine stood in a circle as if he was nailed by lightning. A terrible hole opened in his chest, and his ribs and organs were cut off. Suddenly, in the burst of blood, a black line insidiously and silently floated toward Koshiro's back.
Mixed with blood and shattered organs, as well as the corpses that fell forward in an orderly manner, a thin black thread that was as thin as a hair was inconspicuous, like a broken strand of hair.
"Well?"
Koshiro's heart trembled, and the muscles of his whole body suddenly tightened. He felt that the air seemed to be mixed with some strange and frightening breath, as if a dangerous poisonous snake emerged from the mud at the bottom of a calm and clear river.
His feet immediately stopped, and the eyes under the lens swept around the Marines who continued to attack, and there was a slight fluctuation in the air.
"Someone is here!"
The sword that was half stabbed out suddenly retracted, and the sword swung, stabbing into an empty place with a strange and tricky angle. Behind him, a black line stretched and wrapped around Koshiro's wrist holding the sword, and a trace of cold shadow steamed on the black line, exuding ominous.
Nail!
In the sound of the metal collision, a section of the metal tail broke in the transparent air, and the stinky and acidic blood splashed. Crowe screamed in pain and revealed his figure, and the whole person quickly retreated. At the same time, five sharp blades shot out like a spring and shot toward Koshiro's chest.
With a shake of the wrist, the blade rotated and whistled, and the splashed blood was swept away. The five blades were gently pulled by the edge of the blade, and the angle was turned and stabbed into the bodies of several Marines obliquely behind him. Koshiro's face did not change, his wrist flexibly turned, and the blade lightly cut off the entwined black line, and at the same time, his feet gently stepped back.
Just as he stepped sideways, a cold and strange palm quietly grabbed his ankle. Koshiro's pupils shrank, and the corpse on the ground, which had been dead, grabbed his ankle. The bent and curled corpse made a strange sound, and the whole body stiffened, and he raised his head, revealing a sneer under the Marine hat.
"Arrin!" Koshiro only felt a chill run up his spine from the soles of his feet like an electric shock.
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