Apocalyptic Forecast

Damn, idiot, what do you want to do?

Go!

Zatoichi wants to growl like this.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he almost wanted to sieve the idiot's range with an anesthesia gun, and then beat him severely. It would be best if he was paralyzed. Don't get into trouble again, please! Is it bad to be alive?

As a former companion, as a close friend at first sight, he should have done this.

But now, he couldn't stop Sasaki's behavior.

As a samurai, he couldn't help feeling... proud of his friend's loyalty and determination.

In silence, Zatoichi held down his hilt: "If this is the case, let me..."

"Do not."

Sasaki interrupted him and said softly: "The next thing, please don't interfere-this is my duty, it is my mission."

"……I know."

Zatoichi nodded unwillingly, and handed the sword: "Then use it, Sasaki, you are worthy of it. This is the only one, don't refuse."

It was a treasure held by the blind swordsmen of the past dynasties, Zatoshi, and was known as a famous sword that coexisted with the chivalrous bones of Yingzhou.

The moment it fell into Sasaki's hand, the long sword called "Pure Blade" buzzed and shook, bursting into a deep cry, as if cheering.

This is the time to practice the chivalrous way and end the grievances!

Jiu Jing's expression was still calm, staring at those eyes full of killing intent, nodding respectfully and politely.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Sasaki, really... Jiu Shu's greetings."

"Didn't you just see it before, Lord Jiujing."

Sasaki stepped forward with his broken leg, standing ten steps away, and asked softly, "Why be so hypocritical? By now, there is no need to call "Mr.", right?"

"You used to be the enlightenment teacher of my swordsmanship. It's not too much to call "sir"." The young samurai narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed: "You are the samurai who once loyal to Satomi family anyway? Any reason to do it to me?

"Because your stench can't be covered up, wrong murderer!"

Sasaki slowly drew his sword and told him calmly, "If you don't kill you here and let you destroy Satomi, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

"What's wrong with this? Even a family like Mr. Sasaki, who would be exiled for survival, was destroyed in this way. Isn't it good?"

Jiujin shrugged and looked around at the hideous and hideous scenery he transformed into at ease-the ugly face of the Satomi family hidden in the dark. "Such a place that only hides dirt and dirt is simply destroyed. Is it Sasaki? Sir, haven’t you ever thought about it like this?" Chiu Huo Qiqi Novels|w~w~

"Since being exiled, there hasn't been a day without thinking like this."

Sasaki replied calmly: "As a samurai, I have such resentment towards the former master. I am ashamed, but I cannot restrain such thoughts and feelings.

But even so, I can't forget the kindness that my old family master once bestowed on me.

If you want to destroy all of this, please step over my corpse. My life was given to me by Satomi family, so now let me repay this life here. "

In the silence, I saw Jijing's smile gradually darkening, leaving only a cold.

"You are no longer the samurai of Satomi family, Sasaki Kiyomasa."

"It doesn't matter. When you became a murderer, didn't you also give up the glory of Satomi?"

Sasaki nodded and replied in agreement: "I think this is very good, very good-now, it is just two unregistered ronin fighting here."

Regardless of the outcome, this is just a struggle between two wild dogs.

Not to lose the clear name of Satomi.

In this way, he raised the blade and pointed it at his face.

Until the end, Sasaki felt fortunate and proud of it.

He said: "Please draw your sword, you are wrong about the murderer!"

At that moment, Jiu Jing closed her eyes in disappointment.

When the eyes were raised again, they lost the peace and smile that they used to cover up in the past, leaving only the deadly darkness and coldness.

With the last disguise removed, the face of an evil beast is revealed here.

The **** sword lifted up.

Amidst the melting frost and dry blood on the ground, a biting murderous intent rose up.

There is no need to use any language to express and speak. At the moment of making up your mind, it is destined to have only one result-between the wrong murderer and the ronin Sasaki, only one person will be able to leave alive.

Other than that, there is no possibility.

The air froze in the cold light of the blade.

It seems that the hands of time have stopped.

The world is silent, and even the sound of breathing is quickly going away. Those dazzling phantoms, dry mouth moaning and tight-minded wailing, depressing fragrance and heart-piercing stench have all disappeared.

The sheer killing intent chopped up all these trivial things.

All that is left is the eyes of each other and the sword in his hand.

Obviously, there is not a short moment, but in the senses, it seems to be a long and endless, turning into a terrible torment like hell.

Until the light burst.

There was a tyrannical thunder roaring from the sky, tearing his self-contained diaphragm, frantically stretched his body, and spreading into the fiery thunder light that penetrated the sky.

Falling from the sky!

The roar that overlapped in one place burst out suddenly, mixed into the loud noise of thunder.

The samurai draws his sword.

After a long distance, the fierce duel ended in an instant.

The evil spirit has crossed with the samurai.

Only the blood gushes out from Sasaki's chest.

The indestructible pure blade fell from his hand and pierced into the soil. Then, a crimson torrent gushed out from the crack in his chest.

It's a miss.

He was slow for a moment.

The outcome is determined, and life and death are divided.

"Unexpectedly, the last person who asked for me in place of Satomi's family turned out to be a wild warrior who didn't even have the right to declare his family name..."

Satomi Jiujin turned his head, glanced at his fallen opponent, and sneered: "It's ridiculous, Sasaki. Hasn't anyone told you--your swordsmanship is never worth mentioning."

He seems to have said something.

But Sasaki can't hear it anymore.

The familiar trance and sleepiness struck again, hugging him, trying to pull him into the dark side of eternity.

It seemed that someone was shouting something, but it was too far away and too vague.

He gradually closed his eyes.

"Stand up, Sasaki!"

In the darkness, there was a solemn voice and an old voice rang from my ears: "Stand up for me, immediately! To what extent will you be ashamed to give up?"

teacher!

At that moment, he finally remembered where he was.

Who is he?

"I'm... Sasaki, Kiyomasa!"

He opened his eyes and stared at this rapidly darkened and collapsed demon world, staring at the enemy's back.

Exhausted the last strength, propped up the body.

The broken soul screamed, carrying blood, and climbed up from the ground again, even if it couldn't get up, it was still groping and looking for its own weapon.

The duel is not over yet!

"Come on, Jiu Jing."

He said, "I'm here."

Jiujing's footsteps stopped abruptly and slowly turned back.

On that face that looked like a fox, the mocking smile gradually darkened, annoyed and ferocious.

"It's so lingering..."

The wrong murderer grinned and turned around, his expression turned ugly and crazy: "This time, I won't forget the last steps, Sasaki."

Stepping on a pool of blood spreading on the ground, Li Jian Jiu walked forward quietly and raised his sword.

There was no anger, no loss of control or negligence.

Instead, he waited hard, staying focused, and even going all out to deal with this dying opponent, leaving no negligence or a chance to comeback, and simply and neatly gave him the final break.

Cut off all the pain and worry.

Even if Sasaki has no strength to get up, even his appearance can no longer be seen clearly.

The moment of rebirth has passed.

Now, the pure blade of Zatou City was pierced in a pool of blood, and he didn't even have a sword in his hand. As if foreseeing his passing, Pure Blade trembled and let out a faint whine.

But Sasaki didn't feel a pity.

Just like Jiu Jing said, his swordsmanship is never worth mentioning, nor is it worthy of such a sword.

He knew it even earlier.

"You are, deadwood."

This is the most cruel truth and the most painful result that the old man hailed as the sword saint once reached.

I don’t know how many times, the irritable old man scolded, “Why don’t you give up? Is there only one way to repay the kindness in this world!” あ奇奇小说蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω). qq7(1)

"I want to follow that adult...I want to be like that adult."

The former Sasaki knelt on the ground, paying respects, praying from the heart: "Teacher, please forgive me-please, teach me!"

But in the old man's eyes, there was only pity and regret.

"Sasaki Kiyomasa, you don't have the talent and talent. Give up, no matter how hard you work, Kendo will not favor you." He said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you want to win, swordsmanship and life, you can only choose One of them, even if this is the case, does it matter! "

How should one describe the ecstasy and peace of that moment?

It is as if the wishes of a lifetime have been fulfilled and all the efforts have been rewarded.

Look, this is not a dead end, how generous this world is, even a blunt person like himself can receive hope!

He wept in gratitude, and kept kowtowing: "It's really great...I can finally live up to the kindness and expectations of that adult..."

After a long silence, there was only a sigh of pity.

"So, this is the last thing I can teach you as a teacher-how to give up my life."

This was the last teaching that the old man left to him, everything that happened after that, everything that was learned after that, everything that was inherited after that, has long been etched in his bones and soul.

Day after day, year after year.

Twenty years of painstaking practice and waiting, I don’t know how many painful experiences to tears and incontinence, at this moment, now, finally ushered in the reward.

At that moment, he raised his eyes and stared at the long silence that was close at hand.

Smiled.

From the broken body, there is a bright light rising into the sky.

That is the light that has been confined for twenty years burst out from the soul.

A majestic phantom rose from his remnant body, revealing the terrifying majesty of King Ming, and there was a solemn flame burning in his eyes, along with his soul.

During the freezing time, the mighty running streamer shrank into a single thread, and the will and determination in the furnace turned into steel. Reversing the boundary between life and death, disturbing the axis of heaven and earth, everything is shattered!

——The boundless sea of ​​bitterness and freedom!

This is only once in a lifetime, draw the sword!

cut!