Chapter 676 Ending

In a daze, I could smell the smell of the floor and sweat.

His mouth was filled with the smell of rust, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, making him breathless.

"Did you fall down now?"

The old voice scolded unhappily, and the angry wooden sword fell down, hitting his face mercilessly: "It's so embarrassing, Sasaki! Stand up!"

He tried hard to raise his hands and prop himself up, but soon fell to the ground again.

It was dark before his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He held his head and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Please let me rest... just for a while, just for a while."

"Then quit and get out of here."

A merciless kick hit him. The floor seemed to roll up and hit him. The world was spinning and turbulent.

The expressionless old face gradually blurred.

The old man was lowering his head, looking down at himself without any mercy.

"Listen to me, Sasaki, among the students I have seen since the dojo was founded... you are the one with the worst talent, qualifications and abilities."

“That’s not an incentive, that’s a fact.”

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

In the silence, there were only the sounds of embarrassed breathing and struggling.

The young man with a bruised nose and face struggled to hold himself up, raised his hand, and grabbed the old man's trouser leg.

"Teacher, please teach me..."

He knelt on the ground, sitting under the deformed soil, and knelt down humbly and begged: "Please teach me... I... have favors that I have to repay, and things that I have to do."

Even though he was unconscious, he was still struggling in vain: "Please raise your hand, please..."

In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently. After a long time, he slowly raised his feet, shook off the hand holding his trouser leg, and cruelly kicked him away.

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

The wooden knife fell and pierced the floor in front of him. The old man ordered for the last time: "Stand up, now!"

The old voice mixed with an angry roar, blasting in his ears.

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

His vision went dark.

Sasaki woke up from his dream and felt a sharp pain on his face, as if he had been punched hard. He finally woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of sedatives and opened his eyes.

Then, I saw Zatoichi in front of me.

Stunned in place.

The bloody blind swordsman had already broken into the cage and was standing in front of his bed. He raised his hand and helped him break the shackles and the infusion tubes.

What's even more surprising is Zatoichi's current appearance.

"What's the matter with you looking like this?"

Under the broken Yingzhou robe is a camouflage uniform, body armor, a gray helmet, black military boots, a full magazine, a pistol strapped to his leg, a grenade hanging from his waist, and two hands holding high Two MP5s.

And the three samurai swords on his back...

Simply, fully armed!

But it was completely different from what I expected Zatoichi to be.

"Where did your SWAT team equipment come from?" Sasaki was stunned.

"Isn't that what young people always say these days... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned and showed a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, guns are still easier to use... You didn't expect that I am now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force. !”

"What the hell?"

"It's a part-time job. It's hard for blind people in this world. If you don't work hard, why don't you give massages to people... hurry up and take a walk."

Zatoichi put down a gun and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the bed, "I broke in during the chaos. I don't know what's going on outside yet... It's not easy for a blind man to sneak in, so don't If it’s difficult for me to escort you out, okay?”

Sasaki landed, only to hear a crunching sound, the bracket on his leg collided with the ground, and his expression instantly twitched.

Severe pain.

"Your leg is broken?"

Zatoichi's ears twitched slightly, his brows furrowed, and he listened to the footsteps rushing towards the door. His expression suddenly became irritable. He could only hold Sasaki's arm on his shoulders, and sighed helplessly: "One of us is blind, and the other is blind." Cripple, if you stop doing this in the future, we can still work together as a performer. You can show the way and I can give you a massage. That’s great, but why are you so stubborn?"

"Thanks."

Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back and used it as a crutch, and limped out as he followed Zatoichi.

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

In the glazed palace garden, which is as gorgeous as the kingdom of heaven, deformed monsters are constantly running around, eating flesh and blood, and scenes of living hell are constantly being staged.

The boiling eight evils filled every inch of the air, pulling everyone towards solidification and transformation into hell.

When it turned into a disaster, his terrifying and demonic nature lingered in everyone's heart.

Like a sharp blade, hanging above the heads of everyone in the Satomi family. Whenever an evil thought arises in the heart, it will be quickly amplified and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation...

This is a curse on the bloodline.

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

The squirming man struggled to escape from his original empty shell. On the ground, he raised his twisted palms and screamed sharply: "I am restless. Have you forgotten? We drank wine a few years ago... ...Save me, I spoke for you..."

He was answered with cold gunshots.

Zatoichi heard the voice and identified his position, pointed it at his face, pulled the trigger, and fired a bunch of bullets indifferently, then took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing corpse, and lit it.

The fire rose.

But Sasaki remained stagnant in place.

Staring at everything in front of me in astonishment...

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

Sasaki was silent and did not speak, as if he had lost his soul.

"No time to waste, let's go!"

Zatoichi was furious and grabbed his hand to drag him away, but for an instant, he froze in place... His angry expression froze and gradually lost its color.

All pale.

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

Amidst the sudden loud noise, the cold current spurted out from the gap in the wall, instantly taking away all the warmth. A thick icicle protruded from the outside of the wall, piercing the sky diagonally. Then, the cold light flashed away, and the icicle split into pieces and fell towards the earth.

Along with the figure above.

A high-pitched roar came from the frosty wind.

Like a giant elephant roaring.

Father Frost advanced amidst the roar, slashing down his golden saber, pressing forward step by step, suppressing the slender figure in the snowstorm without mercy.

There is no mercy either.

Because the blood was dancing - the evil thoughts in the sky were stirred up, surrounding the red blade, and slashed forward!

It's still the extremely crude Tang Bamboo type!

Is that really swordsmanship? Does that really count as using a sword? Or is it just a random stick?

But when the blade of resentment was raised, the fire of ferocious evil thoughts attached itself and burned vigorously.

When the sword blade slashed down, it erupted with a shrill roar, setting off turbulent waves in the blizzard.

The wind and snow rolled back, Father Frost's saber suddenly shook, and a gap appeared again. Soon, the proliferating frost covered the gap.

But then, the Blade of Resentment slashed down again!

There is no time to breathe.

The bombardment of 1812 has just begun!

The fire of the hand of confinement burns brightly.

In the fierce flames, the beautiful face is now as ferocious as an evil ghost!

The casting furnace is extracting the evil thoughts in the air, converting the power full of the breath of hell into source material, which bursts out with the chopping!

Without any regard for the possibility of being eroded, without the need for cheating and transformation through the cooking demon's skills, the divinity now pointed at Xi He glowed with a faint light and shrouded his body.

From the moment he advanced to become the Lord of the Group, the sprouting ray of divinity in Shao Siming had already swallowed up all the pollution that was not worth mentioning.

In this devilish realm where he is at ease, he is the home court!

The darkness of the Bone Sanctuary unfolded, and pious hymns were played again. The iron crow unfolded its iron wings and broke through the obstruction of the blizzard. Its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

Like burning meteors, whizzing back and forth.

After being attached to Huaishi's source weapon, the flaming iron crow has turned into an out-and-out border relic. Every dive and flyby is equivalent to an attack by Huaishi himself.

That slender and thin figure actually suppressed Father Shuang incredibly!

The blizzard suddenly roared, and the spreading cold current quickly shrunk. Right behind Father Frost, it turned into a huge carriage. Pulled by the frozen horse, it roared forward and finally dispersed the uncertain crowd of 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 and turned into a heavy axe.

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

"What on earth is that..."

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

It was as if an unreasonable storm suddenly fell from the sky and enveloped everything. The turbulent source material formed a vortex, and when the two huge eyes of the storm collided with each other, they set off earth-shattering turbulence.

However, in the observation of the mind's eye, the empty 'eye of the wind' is not empty.

Even though the outline of the body cannot be seen, the terrifying essence can still be sensed.

One was wrapped in frost from the wilderness, as if it was going to freeze everything completely, and the frantic source of matter spread, forming an overwhelming storm.

And the other one seems to be the twisted demonic realm itself!

Just like his descending incarnation...

The demon descended into her own courtyard and palace, speaking magic, and boiling evil thoughts surged. Those who were tamed were driven and devoured by her... She had already transformed into the controller here.

Mainly anti-customer!

Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the Land of Twilight, the ease of altering oneself today is simply child's play! The demonic realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

Zatoichi froze in the corner.

Subconsciously holding the hilt of the sword.

You will feel fear when you accidentally intrude into a scene where ferocious beasts are fighting for their territory.

But now, when two auras like violent natural disasters descended from the sky and landed arrogantly on their heads, Zatoichi could only feel...indescribable trembling.

When facing a Category 10 storm, is fear useful? Will showing kindness to it have any effect? Can you avoid being ravaged by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

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

No matter what the bystanders do, it will not help.

He just hopes that luck will favor him and not involve him and the idiot next to him...

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

He stretched out his hand to pull Sasaki and continue walking, but Sasaki still stood where he was.

There were soft footsteps in the distance.

Outside the open palace gate, a young warrior walked slowly, holding a blood-stained blade, and ruthlessly cut off the heads of his blood relatives.

When he raised his head, he saw a messy courtyard and two people standing in it.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"It's Mr. Sasaki and his friends. Have they escaped? That's great. It seems they are free."

As if he was genuinely happy for the two of them to escape, Satomi Jiujing solemnly warned: "This is no longer a safe place. You two have nothing to do with this place. Please leave as soon as possible."

Just like that, the blood-stained face that looked like a fox smiled, nodded politely and said goodbye, turned around and prepared to leave.

Then, I heard the deep sound of a sword being drawn behind me.

It's Sasaki.

"Sorry, Zatoichi, I really can't let it go."

The lame man held his weapon in his hand, stepped forward staggeringly and with difficulty, stared at Jiujing's face, and murmured softly: "There are always some grievances that need to be settled..."

The air conditioner blows too much, it seems like I have a cold, I need to lie down for a while...