The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 396 Who is it?
Immediately.

The helicopter roared and accelerated again.

The shell pierced through the distance fiercely, covering all directions.

Lin Yang stepped on the blade of the sword, and his eyes did not fluctuate. The raised finger of the sword suddenly slashed towards the flying shells and towards the direction of the helicopter.

brush!
A silver light suddenly shone brightly in the dark night sky, but it disappeared in a flash.

Then I saw that the rockets and bullets flying towards Lin Yang's front all stopped in an instant and stopped moving forward.

Even the helicopter seems to suddenly, the sound of the propeller disappears, and everything is silent.

Immediately afterwards, an amazing scene happened.

The rockets and bullets collapsed and turned into broken metal particles, which fell from the sky.

In the cabin of the helicopter, as if Jing An had calculated it, a crack appeared from the middle, running through the entire helicopter, but it happened not to hurt Jiro Okamura.

boom!
Eventually, the cabin split in half and fell through the air.

Okamura Jiro screamed terribly.

But at this moment, Lin Yang stepped lightly on his feet, stepped on the guts of a fish, and his whole body was like a shuttle, turning into a beam of light, crossing the helicopter cabin that was split in half, making an arc, and landing again. Back on the rooftop.

"Tell me, besides your Black Dragon Gang, who else attacked me? Who launched that missile?"

With a flick of Lin Yang's wrist, Komura Jiro, who had just been captured while crossing the helicopter cabin, fell to the ground, and after rolling a few times, he no longer looked like a gang leader.

"If I say it, can you spare my life?"

Okamura Jiro got up from the ground, took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and asked Lin Yang.

Even facing Lin Yang at this moment, he still wants to live. He doesn't want to give up the luxury of life.

"You must die."

Lin Yang glanced at Komura Jiro indifferently, and said coldly.

"Then you kill me. It's no good. Since you must die, why should I tell you?"

Komura Jiro stiffened his head and raised his face, as if he was convinced of Lin Yang, pretending to be tough, as if he would rather die than reveal another mastermind.

In fact, in his heart, he wanted to gamble that in order to know the other mastermind, Lin Yang would compromise with him and spare his life.

However, when Lin Yang heard this, he smiled coldly: "It's not that easy to want to die."

Hearing this, Okamura Jiro's heart shivered.

Instead, Lin Yang raised his palm and volleyed towards Jiro Komura.

Immediately, the Yuchang Sword, which was the size of a palm and hung on Lin Yang's side, whizzed, faster than lightning, and flashed past Komura Jiro's left arm, bringing up a bloody flower.

Jiro Okamura's left arm fell immediately, and blood spewed out from the severed arm, exuding a strong bloody smell, which filled a five-meter radius in a blink of an eye.

"what……"

A shrill scream came from Jiro Okamura's mouth, and the ear-piercing voice spread far away on the rooftop in the dark night.

Okamura Jiro fell to the ground, struggling continuously, blood flowed from the severed arm, forming a blood-colored pool beside him, dazzling.

"Think about it, say it or not. If you don't say it, you still have an arm and two legs. You must chop it off and enjoy it."

Lin Yang said.

Hearing these words in the ears of Jiro Okamura, who had bulging veins on his forehead and distorted cheeks with pain, made him terrified.

It was so painful to cut off one arm, but if the other arm and two legs were cut off, the severe pain would be unbearable for him.

Finally, unbearable, his originally not very strong will collapsed at this moment.

"I said, I said, that missile was launched by Aokigawa."

Okamura Jiro roared loudly.

When Lin Yang heard this, he flicked his finger, and a burst of spiritual power hit the severed arm of Komura Jiro, which directly stopped the blood flow of the severed arm and the severe pain disappeared.

Feeling this, Jiro Okamura was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't think much about it. He got up from the ground with a disheveled face and looked at Lin Yang with resentful eyes. He knew that his life was about to end, but at this moment, he had to succumb.

Because he wanted to commit suicide, but he couldn't do it to himself.

Suicide also requires courage, but he didn't have it!
"Who is Aokigawa?"

Lin Yang ignored Komura Jiro's venomous eyes and asked coldly.

"He is a military commander, and those soldiers who were in the main square back then were his subordinates."

Okamura Jiro hesitated a few times, and finally said.

Lin Yang is too ruthless, he will not bargain with him at all, since he must die, then at this moment, simply tell Qingmuchuan and let him be buried with him, you can't let him endure unbearable pain and torture just for Qingmuchuan ?

"Okay, you lead me the way. If what you say is not true, even if you die, I can take your soul out and roast it for a hundred years. You have to think clearly."

Lin Yang said flatly.

But this mediocrity shocked Jiro Degangmura, he could see that Lin Yang didn't lie, he said it very casually.

But in this way, it would be extremely terrifying, because the soul is just a legend, and it has never seen its real appearance. Even many martial arts practitioners believe that the soul does not exist.

But Lin Yang said that he can extract the soul, and torture the soul...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help trembling all over, feeling Lin Yang's terror even more, and quickly assured that he didn't lie and was willing to guide the way.

Immediately, Lin Yang stepped on the Yuchang Sword, held Jiro Komura's collar in one hand, flew into the air, and shot away.

……

On the outskirts of Kyoto, there is a military villa area.

At the gate of the villa area, sentries with live ammunition were standing guard.

In the villa area, there is one of the most luxurious villas, which is brightly lit at the moment.

In the open space in front of the villa area, a black car was parked, and around the car were about twenty soldiers with live ammunition and serious faces.

"Did you get in touch? It's only been a while, how could it be impossible to get in touch, trash, a bunch of trash."

In the villa, an angry voice suddenly came out.

Then, a neatly dressed middle-aged man with his palms on his waist at all times walked out of the villa quickly, stepped down the steps, and walked towards the black car.

This person is exactly Aokigawa.

He was very anxious at the moment, the helicopter sent to rescue Jiro Okamura suddenly lost contact just now, he was very anxious and felt uneasy, as if something dangerous had happened.

He believes that this place is no longer safe and must leave immediately.

However, just as he walked in front of the black car, a cold voice suddenly came from above the sky.

"Are you Aokigawa?"

This voice, like a god, especially at this sensitive moment, heard in Qingmuchuan's ears, directly making Qingmuchuan's heart beat violently.

With a quick twitch of his palm around his waist, a shiny black pistol landed in his palm. He looked up at the sky vigilantly and shouted sharply, "Who is it?"

Beside him, the [-] soldiers who were guarding the safety also felt terrified in an instant, quickly took off the guns they were carrying on their backs, and pointed them at the sky, the atmosphere suddenly became dignified.

(End of this chapter)