In a trance, I smelled the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.

My mouth was filled with rust, and the tingling blood filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe.

"Is this falling down?"

The old voice angrily rebuked unhappily, and the angry wooden knife slashed down, ruthlessly hitting his face: "It's so embarrassing, Sasaki! Stand up for me!"

He tried hard to raise his hand and support his body, but soon fell to the ground again.

The eyes were dark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He hugged his head and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Please give me a rest... Just a moment, just a moment."

"Then quit, get out of here."

He kicked him mercilessly, and the floor seemed to be rolling up, and slapped him, and the world was spinning and turbulent.

The old face without any expression gradually blurred.

The old man was looking down at himself without any mercy.

"Let me know, Sasaki, among the students I have seen since the beginning of the dojo... you are the worst one."

“It’s not an incentive, it’s a fact.”

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

In the silence, there were only a panting and a sound of struggling hardships.

The young man with a bruised nose and swollen face was struggling to support his body, raised his hand, and pulled the old man's trouser legs.

"Teacher, please help me..."

He crawled on the ground, and the deformed soil fell down, and humbly kowtowed: "Please teach me... I... have the kindness I have to repay, and the things I have to do."

Even though I was already unconscious, I was still struggling in vain: "Please give me your best, please..."

In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man coldly. After a long time, he slowly raised his feet, threw away the hand that was pulling his trouser legs, and cruelly kicked him away.

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

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

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

"When will you sleep until you are a bastard!!!"

There was a dark look in front of me.

Sasaki woke up from the dream and felt a sharp pain on his face. He seemed to be punched hard by someone. Finally, he woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of sedatives and opened his eyes.

Then, I saw Zuotou City in front of me.

Stand still in place.

The blood-stained blind swordsman had already broken into the cage and stood in front of his bed, raised his hand, and helped him to tear off the shackles and the infusion tubes.

What is even more surprising is Zutou City’s current dressing.

"What's going on with you?"

Beneath the broken Yingzhou robe was a camouflage uniform, bulletproof vest, gray helmet, pitch-black military boots, full magazines, pistols tied to their legs, grenades hanging around their waists, and two mp5s held high in their hands.

And the three samurai swords behind you...

It's simply, fully armed!

But it is completely different from what Zuotou City should have in anticipation.

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

"Didn't young people always say that recently... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned and showed a refreshing smile: "Sure enough, guns are still easy to use... I didn't expect that, I am now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force!"

"What's the thing?"

"Part-time, it's hard for blind people to live in this world. If you don't work hard, can you give someone massage... hurry up and have a walk."

Zatoshi put down a gun and reached out to pull him out of the bed, "I broke in while the chaos. I don't know what the situation is outside yet... It's not easy for a blind man to go and sneak in, so don't be difficult for me to escort you out, okay?"

Sasaki landed on the ground, and there was only a clanging sound. The bracket on his legs collided with the ground, and his expression twitched instantly.

Severe pain.

"You have a broken leg?"

Zatoshi's ears twitched slightly, frowned, listened to the footsteps rushing towards the door, and suddenly became impatient. He could only hold Sasaki's arm on his shoulder, and sighed helplessly: "We are blind and lame. If you stop doing it in the future, we can also combine to perform together. You can guide you and massage me. How good is it, why are you doing?"

"Thank you."

Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back as a crutch, and limped and rushed outwards with Zatoshi.

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

In the glazed palace garden that is as gorgeous as the heaven, there are constantly deformed monsters running, eating flesh and blood, and living in hell.

The boiling Eight Evils fill every inch of the air, pulling everyone little by little to transform towards solidification and hell.

When it is reversed into disaster, his terrifying and demonic nature of his transformation into freedom lingers in everyone's heart.

It is like a sharp blade hanging above the head of every person who sees the family. Any evil thoughts arise in the heart will be quickly amplified and distorted, and will be distorted and transformed...

This is a curse against bloodline.

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

The wriggling man flowed out of the original empty shell and raised his twisted palm on the ground, screaming sharply: "I'm uneasy, have you forgotten? We drank wine a few years ago... Save me, I've spoken for you..."

Responding to him was the cold gunshots.

Zutou Shi identified his position, aimed at his face, pulled the trigger, and coldly fired a shuttle bullet, then took off the aluminum heater, sprinkled it on the rapidly rotting corpse, and ignited it.

The flames rise.

Sasaki was still stunned.

Staring at everything in front of you in shock...

"Give up, Sasaki, Riki's family is no longer saved."

Sasaki was silent and didn't speak, as if he had lost his soul.

"I don't have time to waste it, go!"

Zuotou Shi was furious and pulled his hand up and wanted to pull him away, but in an instant, he was stiff in place... The angry expression frozen, gradually losing his blood color.

A piece of pale.

Feeling the crisis, feeling the terrifying atmosphere...

In the sudden burst of loud noise, the cold current burst out from the gap on the wall, instantly snatching away all the temperature. A thick icicle burst into outside the wall and pierced into the sky obliquely. Then, the cold light flashed away, and the icicle split into pieces and fell down towards the earth.

With the figure above.

A high roar came from the frost wind.

It's like a giant elephant's roaring.

Frost father advanced in the roar, and the golden sabers slashed down, pressing step by step, brazenly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard without mercy.

I can't show mercy either.

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

Still, the extremely crude Tang Zhu shape!

Is that really a sword technique? Is that really a sword? Or is it just a stick to make do with it?

But when the blade of hatred is raised, the fire of fierce evil thoughts will be attached and burn vigorously.

When the blade fell, a shrill roar burst out, causing a storm of waves in the blizzard.

The wind and snow rolled back, and Shuangfu's saber suddenly shook, and another gap appeared. Soon, the proliferating frost had already covered the gap.

But then, the slash of the Blade of Resentment and Death had been slashed down again!

No breathing time.

The shelling of 1812 has just begun!

The fire of the Forbidden Hand was burning vigorously.

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

The casting furnace is extracting evil thoughts from the air, transforming the power full of hell aura into source substance, bursting out with the slash!

He did not care about the possibility of erosion and did not require cheating and transformation of the kitchen magic skills. Now the divine nature pointed to Xihe was shining with a faint light, covering him.

The moment he advanced to the lord of the large group, the divine nature that sprouted Shao Siming had swallowed all this worthless pollution.

In this magical realm where he transforms into freedom, he is the home court!

The darkness of the Bone Burial Sanctuary unfolded, and the pious hymn went forward again. The Iron Crow spread his iron wings and broke through the blockade of the blizzard. His sharp claws attacked the burly Frost Father.

It whistles like a burning meteor.
To be continued...