Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Quanxia Town.

long street.

Kendo Hall.

The candle flickered.

The dim entrance.

Nagasawa Yuanhai froze all over.

The look of astonishment couldn't be added.

The image that greeted the eyes pierced through the deepest part of the mind like a sharp sword, stirring up storm after storm, tearing the cowardly and arrogant old guy in memory to pieces.

"Grandpa will show you a swordplay!"

"This is grandpa's trick!"

"There are very few people who have seen it!"

"The sea is boundless!"

Scene after scene flashed and collapsed, and finally the old man standing in the vast night and stirring the blue long knife appeared in front of him.

He still shouted the familiar sword style.

The sea is boundless.

But when the sharp sword is stabbed, it is no longer sluggish and slow, but surging.

blink.

Wield a vast expanse of knife light.

It really is like the name of the sword style, the sea is boundless.

The most vicious ghosts were messed up.

In the end, the cold and ruthless young man beheaded him with a knife.

Everything seems to be over.

The moment the evil spirit's head was thrown away.

Nagasawa Genkai breathed a sigh of relief.

Available in the next second.

He suddenly felt ill.

There is a pinprick-like pain on the skin.

It was very subtle at first, but it intensified, and within a few breaths it surged like a tide.

The pain was unbearable.

His face was contorted, his teeth were clenched, and he let out a sharp hiss.

Aya Hoshino, who was standing blankly beside her, was the first to react. She looked up at Genkai Nagasawa with a painful expression, and raised her small hand to tug at the corner of his clothes.

The latter did not notice, or could not perceive this subtle movement at all. The severe pain intensified, burning on every nerve, and his whole body trembled inexplicably.

The blood in the captive vessels seemed to be boiling, constantly crashing against the barrier.

"Brother Yuanhai, what's wrong with you?" Aya Hoshino frowned.

Standing on the edge, Fukui Wanyan, who was dazed in a daze, also gradually recovered.

The moment he turned his head.

There was only a plop.

Nagasawa Minami fell to the ground with a distorted expression, and curled up like an undelivered baby.

He could no longer bear the pain.

Howl out loud.

The heart-piercing shout immediately attracted Yoshiyuki Tomioka and Shinichi Nagasawa.

At this moment, the two of them also looked at a loss.

Although they had already chopped off Matsuyamano's head, but the latter seemed to have something left in this world.

The wandering blood was spilled on the walls that blocked the street.

meandering down.

A long pool of blood condensed on the ground.

It hasn't gone away for a long time.

According to common sense, after killing the evil ghost, all his flesh and blood will dissipate in this world like fly ash.

But right now.

Although Song Shanye completely evaporated and disappeared.

But the remaining blood is still flowing.

Weird.

"Yuanhai!" The scream pierced his ears.

Nagasawa Nobu's face changed, and he walked away quickly with his broken arm hanging.

"Old guy, take a quick look, what's wrong with your grandson? Why do you feel that the situation is wrong!" Fukui Wanyan was also panicked at this moment.

Nagasawa Yuanhai, who curled up on the ground and howled endlessly, had become a blood man.

The exposed skin was covered with a layer of faint blood.

Look carefully.

It's one tiny blood drop after another.

Even his eyeballs were bleeding.

Nobuyuki Nagasawa's mind went blank, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

He held the boy in his arms with one hand.

"Yuanhai! Yuanhai!"

he hissed.

Nagasawa Yuanhai in his arms is in a trance at the moment, the world that reflects his eyes is flickering, and what lingers in his ears is bursts of tinnitus.

He didn't know what happened.

But he knew.

He may be dying.

"Genkai! Yuanhai!" Nobuyuki Nagasawa shouted again and again.

There was a faint luminescence in the mottled pupils.

He looked at the dying boy.

The monster called Terror devoured him along with the darkness.

"Am I...going to die..."

The sound of mosquitoes buzzing.

Nagasawa Shinichi struggled to open his blood-stained eyes.

The blurry world is wrapped in scarlet.

"No! You won't die!" Nagasawa Shinichi desperately shook his head, tears filled his face full of gullies.

He has lost too much, he can't lose this only family member again!

"Grandpa...it turns out you are really powerful...I really want to see you perform swordsmanship again..."

"But I'm about to die... Then I won't know anything... I'm so scared..."

The mosquito-like noise finally dissipated.

Nagasawa Yuanhai was bathed in scarlet.

There was no more movement.

Nobuyuki Nagasawa burst into tears.

Not long ago, he was fighting with his life and blood, and now he was crying like a child of a few years old.

Hoshino Aya didn't know what happened.

She just knew it was a sad thing.

Keep your head down.

Also sobbed.

Fukui Wanyan sighed and didn't know what to do.

The only remaining Tomioka Yoshiyuki walked over with a cold face.

The moment of leaning down.

Check the vital signs of Nagasawa Yuanhai.

There is still a weak heartbeat, and it should not be dead.

"Let me come."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki said softly.

Now is not the time for mourning.

As long as there is still one breath, it can theoretically be saved.

"Please." Nagasawa Shinobu said hoarsely.

"You don't have to expect anything from me." Yoshiyuki Tomioka's voice didn't have any relief.

icy.

If the butterfly endures here, I'm afraid you can count on it.

He doesn't understand anything.

of course.

Compared to Nagasawa Shinichi who cries when he doesn't do anything.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki felt that he was still somewhat useful.

His eyes scanned the boy's body up and down.

More and more blood seeped out.

Not surprisingly, it should be the blood ghost technique of the dead Shangxian ghost.

As for why he can still make these moths after his death.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki has no way of knowing.

He rolled up his blood-stained sleeves, exposing his vision to an arm covered with black lines, and the source of it was an eye engraved on the wrist.

"What is this?" Tomioka Yoshiyuki asked.

"City...inside the city..." Nagasawa Nobu was speechless.

It's hard to imagine that this guy swung a knife and slashed at evil spirits.

"Every worker in the 'Tomorrow' tunnel project in the city will have this logo tattooed on it, saying that it is easy to identify. Speaking of which, this project was initiated by Matsuyama." Fukui Wanyan stood up and explained.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka frowned.

After a moment of thinking.

He drew out the saber decisively and cut off the wrist engraved with the pattern of eyes.

Shocking scene.

It fell into Nagasawa Shinichi's eyes.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

He, who was already in a state of grief and indignation, became even more furious.

Even if his grandson is really dead.

Even a corpse can't be desecrated!

"Disciple of Lintaki! What are you doing?!"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki turned a deaf ear.

He stared at the boy's body.

Looking solemn.

"You bastard! I won't let you go!" Nagasawa Shinichi breathed heavily.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki was silent.

He ignored Nagasawa Shinichi's scolding, stood up straight, and stepped aside on his own.

Didn't even look at him the whole time.

"Old guy, old guy, your grandson seems to be fine, look quickly! Look quickly!" Fukui Wanyan pushed Nagasawa Shinichi in front of him.

The latter looked away.

The young man covered in blood has stopped the strange bleeding at this moment.

The blood beads adhered to the skin flowed in zigzags.

Nagasawa Xin tremblingly held it up.

The young man's dying body gradually regained some vitality.

The heart beats slowly.

For an instant.

Tears blurred his vision, and in a world where frames were out of frame, he looked at Yoshiyuki Tomioka standing in the night, feeling ashamed for a moment.

The latter is standing with a knife at the moment, and his eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as a quenched sword.

Things are far from over.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka stared at the dark sky.

Countless blood streams are gathering in it.

And endlessly.

to the end.

Even the pool of blood flowing down the long street rose into the sky and shot towards the night sky.

The scarlet pierced through the night, fierce and dazzling.

Yoshioka Tomioka jumped up holding the long knife, quickly crossed the long street, and headed towards the coordinates where the blood flow converged.

Along the way there were wailing one after another.

In the lights of Wanjia, he saw the distorted figure and the flying blood.

He flew away.

But there was no time left for him.

When standing up.

The source of the wailing has all become mummies.

And a phenomenon like this happened in every corner of Quanxia Town.

Nearly [-] people died hysterically while their blood was drained alive.

Without exception, they are all the founders of the "Tomorrow" tunnel project, and each of them has black eyes tattooed on their wrists.

When disaster strikes, it takes its life like a poisonous snake.

In short.

Mourning is everywhere.

Quanxia Town seems to have become a hell on earth at this moment.

Countless families were destroyed.

Countless life and death.

The blood pooled into a river.

Pulled by an invisible force, it rushes towards an unknown place.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka was running at high speed.

When stopped.

What catches the eye is the narrow tunnel between the towers.

Hundreds of mummies fell in front of a high ground.

Death twisted.

Miserable.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka frowned.

The billowing river of blood fell from the sky in the next second, and rushed away like thunder, pouring all into the tunnel.

It was so mighty, it filled the entire field of vision, the eyes were bright red and piercing, and there were also bursts of pus lingering around the tip of the nose.

The gust of wind tore it.

Four hundred mummies roared away along with the rolling blood river.

In the sound of rushing.

Tomioka's righteousness is as brave as facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Rao has seen him with countless casualties.

At this moment, there was also a silent shiver.

......

"moment!"

In hoarse shouts.

The invisible realm spurts from the ferret in all directions like ripples, obliterating the field of vision.

The world trembles in the eyes.

Stabbing spear lotus.

The towering ice Buddha.

The ever-distorting child mill.

They rise and fall slowly like the slow motion in a black and white silent film.

The wind and snow are sticky, the air is filled with gel, and the world seems to be sinking into a bottomless quagmire, sinking endlessly.

The moment when the field is completely opened.

The world is almost frozen.

The only remaining weasel growled among them.

He swung his knife away like thunder.

The kaleidoscope engraved with the three-edged revolving sword rotates at high speed, dragging everything into it.

In the scarlet world.

Tong Mo was still laughing wildly.

But every movement of the muscles is so slow that it is almost nothing.

He has no defenses.

Even if the ferret had already been killed in front of him.

Or rather.

Tong Mo didn't realize all this at all.

next interest.

The Sun Wheel Knife engraved with lightning patterns slashed at the neck that was attached to the armor.

In the crisp sound of metal and stone clashing.

Sparks continued to shoot out.

The ferret is like a diamond with glaring eyes.

The killing intent on Sen Leng's face was determined.

He squeezed every ounce of strength from his body, his blood flowed wildly, and his heart beat like a drum.

Cracks quickly appeared in the armor of the ice with the crackling sound, and spread like spider webs.

With the final collapse.

The blade went straight into the neck.

The skin is open to the flesh.

Blood dripping.

Senbai's spine exposed ferociously.

The ferret's veins twitched.

Crazy pouring out power.

The bone fragments collapsed and flew.

Blood spurting.

In the hideous picture.

Tong Mo's head was cut off under tremendous force.

Fly high in the air.

The distortion of the whole body stopped abruptly in an instant.

The ice Buddha that rose from the ground also began to collapse.

Everything is extremely slow.

Itachi opened the kaleidoscope of swirling swords and stared indifferently at the flying head.

Tong Mo was still smiling disdainfully, even though his head was in a different place, his expression still didn't change much.

Blood splashed in the air, and the falling speed was at a snail's pace, and the trajectory was clearly visible, as if a painting was made with the void as the cloth.

"ended."

Itachi said softly.

The blood in Diffuse's eyes faded away like a tide, and the moment the swirling sword disappeared, the world trembled violently in his eyes, and then the blood flowed wildly, and there were bursts of bangs.

The winding and empty blood fell quickly, and the ice Buddha standing on the soles of the feet quickly collapsed like a fortress made of yellow sand.

In the rumbling sound.

Itachi is separated by night and blood.

Staring at Tong Mo's flying head.

The latter's face changed drastically.

The full disdain disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a strong shock and panic.

"you..."

"what have you done?!"

"What the hell did you do?!"

Tong Mo didn't know what happened.

About the memory of the last second.

It was the scene where Itachi came flying by stepping on the ice lotus. He jumped high in the air, and he had already taken the pill and was ready for the final battle.

Can be in the blink of an eye.

He turned out to be decapitated.

Tong Mo was stunned, and the fear in his heart spread with the mist.

He hissed and growled.

He racked his brains to recall that scene, but except for the scene of Itachi swinging the knife, he couldn't remember anything, or in other words, he didn't see anything.

How on earth did that guy chop off his own head?

when? !When did it appear by your side? !

Illusion?But I've got my eyes out!How could it be possible to have an illusion? !

What trick did he... play?

in the end...

The messy thoughts were cut off, and the last scene of dying was devastated and scorched earth. With doubts, Tong Mo bid farewell to this world and went to that hell.

Itachi fell from the collapsed ice Buddha.

Standing on scorched earth.

He stared indifferently at the rapidly disappearing head.

Until it completely disappears from this world.

He looked around the flattened and riddled mountains.

half an hour.

Take a long sigh.

A battle that is easy but not difficult.

To kill Tong Mo.

Itachi also paid a big price.

He stared into the dark night.

Under the flat eyebrows is the tightly closed left eye.

slowly.

A line of thick orangutan blood flowed down.

This is the price paid for opening the kaleidoscope pupil technique. Instantly.

He didn't show any pain.

There was neither happiness nor sadness on the hard face.