save the judge

The thing in his eyes was too strong, Zhou Fangzun squinted his eyes and looked at him, noncommittal, but he didn't let go.

"Respect!"

There was another loud bang at the gate of the rooftop. Izumo Kusanagi didn’t run as fast as Fusangshen. He saw the flames on the rooftop enough to burn through the night sky from the street. His heart skipped a beat, and he rushed up to the seventeenth floor with Anna in his arms. , Kicked open the door.

The iron door, which had been kicked twice in a row, let out a drawn-out whine, and the door leaf was crumbling from its hinges, and fell miserably to the side.

Kusanagi saw Shishu and the blood-covered man in his arms at the first sight, paused for a moment, then quickly turned his gaze, and stopped on the red-haired man with tense back: "Sir! Stop!"

Zhou Fangzun raised his head anxiously.

The sword of Damocles on the top of his head is so beautiful that it is a miracle beyond the reach of human beings. It is suspended above his head, it is a symbol of royal power, it is his crown, throne, and a sword that threatens him.

Zhou Fangzun held the corner of his mouth and sneered disdainfully.

rule?What he is most impatient with is the rules, no one can restrain him, not for any reason.

"Zhou Fangzun" doesn't care about the throne, but his bottom line will never allow anyone to touch it.

"Respect! Restrain!" Kusanagi has known him for nearly ten years, and he couldn't tell what Zhou Fangzun was thinking. Anna struggled from his arms to get off the ground, ran to Zhou Fangzun's side, and held out her hand timidly. the corner of his clothes.

"Respect..." The little girl's voice was low, easily drowned in the cluttered environment.

But Zhou Fangzun heard it, he would never ignore the voice of anyone he valued.

"……what."

The red-haired king rubbed his hair lazily and paused.

Beside the magnificent red sword of Damocles, another cold blue sword of Damocles slowly rose.

Just like the confrontation between sea water and flames, the precisely outlined blue giant sword comes with the vastness and majesty as wide as the ocean, and the magnificent dark blue pours down, opening up another calm and orderly world in the hot and violent flames .

"The third king, Zhou Fangzun."

The sound came from overhead. Amidst the whistling wind, a helicopter approached here at some point. Standing by the open hatch, the man’s dark blue uniform was blown up by the strong wind. He pushed his glasses with one hand, and the deep voice repeated. Zhou Fangzun's name was mentioned again.

Then, under everyone's ignorance or indifference, the King of Blue jumped off the helicopter!

The moment he landed, orderly footsteps sounded on the stairs behind the gate, and Fushimi and Awashima led the members of the mobile team to line up behind him at an extremely fast speed.

Munakata understood the general situation just by looking at the situation in the field. His eyes stopped on the unconscious Jinguji for a while: "Fushimi, take Jinguji to the hospital."

He rarely used honorifics.

Fushimi walked over without saying a word, and gestured to the helicopter. After a while, a ladder hung down.

In a daze, Jinguji seemed to hear the voices of many people. He struggled to open his eyes, and in front of him were the faces of Yaoken and Shishu. The flames lit up half the sky, surrounded by sea blue Light, the sound of the sword hitting could be heard clearly, Fushimi was standing beside him, looking up as if talking about something.

so cold……

he thought lazily.

The red color is really attractive... Jingujiquan looked at the flame almost intoxicated, and it looked very warm...

"spring?"

"general?!"

See him waking up, holding his bundle of ten first finds.

Jingujiquan lightly pressed Yaken's hand: "Shh... don't be busy."

Yaoken's hands trembled violently: "General!"

Ten beams panted quickly, he didn't know what he could say, Jingongjiquan did it, did it to save himself...

He could hardly think of that word.

"As I said, this is just a new beginning." His voice was as low as a whisper, Shi Bea bent his body hard to hear this sentence clearly.

Munakata Reishi stopped in front of Zhou Fangzun, and said coldly and briefly: "Jinguji is a member of our Sepeter4, the prisoner should be handed over to us for arrest, thank you very much for your help, but please leave the rest to us."

He spoke a little faster than usual and seemed impatient.

He can no longer let Zhou Fangzun take the risk that Weitzman's value will continue to expand, and more importantly... if he dares to take action against his people, he must of course accept his sanctions.

But what was faster than them was the movement of the young man who was standing beside Zhou Fangzun just now.

The blond young man was like a flash of light, swinging his knife away with an extremely chilling and arrogant killing intent. The colorless king had been forced to escape by the Fusangshen, and they were like playing with their prey. Scary but not life-threatening wounds were drawn on his body, and he vented the anger in his heart with such actions.

Then the young man in the white military uniform descended like a bird. The young man with thin green hair didn't look back, as if he knew that someone should appear there. The tip of his knife jumped up again!

Wu Se has never seen such a ferocious knife, like the fall of the brilliant sun, even the wind was cut by this knife full of murderous intent, it seemed like a hallucination, everyone heard a roar of a lion in a trance, boiling , Fiery, swept down with a proud power.

The sharp and sharp breath made the colorless skin ache, but he couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge, couldn't dodge!Instinct clamored for him to run for his life, no matter what method he used to run for his life as soon as possible, but his body betrayed his will and trembled a moment before the blade struck.

He even stood still and didn't dare to move!

will die, will die!

The snow-white knife light filled the entire field of vision, and his eyes widened in colorless horror——

"Zheng-"

The sound of the tearing wind closed abruptly, the colorless pupils shrank violently, and the vibrating knife stopped an inch in front of his neck, and he could feel the icy cold air, causing tiny goose bumps against his skin.

But he is not dead!

The ecstasy after the astonishment pushed his heart to the climax of excitement, no matter what the reason was, in short, in short, he did not die!

As long as you don't die, you have a chance!Regardless of this person—hey, isn't this person the one at the Pillar Tower last time? !Colorless was shocked for a moment, and immediately realized that as long as he didn't make a move, it meant that he could persuade him, find his loophole, and snatch his body!

The joy in the colorless eyes was not concealed at all, and was clearly seen by Mustache. The corners of the blond-haired Fu Sangshen's mouth were cracked, and the sharp canine teeth were like the smile of a wild beast before biting its prey. He smiled softly and softly. Sweet, in the sight of colorless ecstasy and cunning, he said softly: "Very happy, aren't you?"

Before Wu Se could react to the meaning of this sentence, the vibrating knife suddenly turned around and stabbed into his chest flatly and without hesitation.

"Cough cough cough..."

The blood vessel was cut immediately, the pouring blood rushed into the mouth, the severe pain hit, the ecstasy in the colorless heart was not dissipated, it was replaced by daze and shock, followed by the tide of anger, the anger of being played, and The fear of death occupied all his thoughts, followed by deeper despair.

"If you don't die with despair, how can it be called a suitable ending."

Mustache saw clearly the despair and fear in his eyes, smiled more genuinely, and slowly pulled out the body knife that had been pierced into his chest.

Not far away, Munakata and Zhou Fang kept silent, and the silver-haired boy who fell on the ground was silent. Fushimi suddenly pressed the earphone, and he didn't know what was said in it. He suddenly turned to the boy on the ground: "Monitoring to the seventh The Weitzman value of the king! He is not dead!"

Munakata and Shuofo moved at the same time, Hikiri didn't even turn his head, and threw out the knife with all his strength with his backhand, the sky was suddenly illuminated by red and blue interlaced light like daylight.

A cloud of illusory white smoke sprang out from the boy's body. It was a thing in the shape of a fox's face. Although it didn't have human facial features, it could tell the weird cunning at a glance.

It didn't make a sound, it emerged from the body of the silver-haired boy and wanted to escape, but was completely enveloped by the blue light behind it.

"Let go—I am the colorless king! How dare you—"

Overlapping human voices of various colors intertwined and wailed in panic. Munakata unfolded the king's domain, pressed it to the ground and rubbed it several times before stopping.

Zhou Fangzun's flame was rushed aside by the blue Wang Yu and knocked a big hole in the railing, and the Shintachi came first, like falling stars, with unquestionable power, pierced Munakata's Wang Yu , passed through the fox, and nailed it to the ground!

A scream that didn't sound like a human voice stopped abruptly, and the scalps of the people present felt numb.

Only the expression of Hidekiri who threw the knife remained unchanged, and after the cloud of smoke solidified for a moment, it suddenly burst!

The Seventh King, the Colorless King, confirms death.

Munakata glanced at the silver-haired boy and nodded at Seri Awashima. The female deputy head immediately went to check on the innocent victim, but Hikakiri didn't care about the knife stuck in the ground at all, turned around and walked towards Jingujiquan.

"The head of the house—"

Shishu and Yaoyan were very silent, sitting on the ground motionless.

The footsteps of Fu Sangshen all stopped hesitantly, even Zhou Fangzun and Zongxiang couldn't help but look over, and lowered their breath.

Kusanagi Izumo stood by the side all the time, he raised his pale face, looked at Zhou Fangzun, and shook his head very slowly after a long time.

The dark blue uniform ran across the ground in a mess, and the bloody hands lost all their blood, and fell to the ground, with sandy fingertips, and the white ones seemed to be able to reflect light.

Munakata clenched the sword Sirius at his waist, the cold metal pressed against his palm, the temperature made his heart feel cold.

Mustache was the first to move. He walked over, knelt down on one knee, took off his coat, and covered the bloody and embarrassing person.

The body that had stopped breathing was extremely quiet, nestled in Shi Shu's arms, with a faint smile on his face.

Higekiri reached out and took Jinguji's cold hand, and patiently wiped the dust and blood off his fingertips with his clean sleeve.

As if waking up from a dream, Shi Beam opened his eyes wide, and the body of the person in front of him was slowly becoming transparent!

Not only him, but also other people holding swords, their figures became thin and transparent at an extremely fast speed.

There is a spiritual connection, which means that the judge is still alive, but this is indeed a shocking death.

The Fusangshen all looked at the corpse in silence, put their knives back into their sheaths, bowed their heads towards him, and knelt down on one knee.

Mustache gently put his clean hands into his clothes, and brushed away his somewhat messy hair: "Then, I look forward to seeing you again, Patriarch."

Ten beams opened their eyes again, only Chiqing and Chiqing were left on the roof, as if they had never existed.

The body in his arms was still warm, and he couldn't help hugging him tightly, the words that Jinguji said twice suddenly flashed in his mind.

Like a proverb, but also like a solemn declaration.

This is just a new beginning.