Apocalyptic Forecast

　　　　 was in a daze, smelling the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.

　　 His mouth was full of rusty breath, and the stinging blood filled his lungs, and he couldn't breathe.

　　 "Is this down?"

　　 The old voice rebuked unhappily, and the angry wooden knife slashed down, and slammed his face mercilessly: "It's too shameful, Sasaki! Stand up for me!"

　　 He tried to raise his hand and prop up his body, but he fell to the ground soon.

　　 The eyes are dark.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He held his head and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Please let me rest...just for a while, just a while."

　　 "Then quit, get out of here."

　　 kicked him mercilessly, the floor seemed to roll up, and patted him, the world was spinning and turbulent.

　　 That old face without any expression gradually blurred.

　　 The old man is looking down, looking down at himself, without any mercy.

　　 "Listen to me, Sasaki, of the students I have seen since the beginning of the dojo...you are the worst in talent, aptitude, and ability."

　　 "This is not motivation, but fact."

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

　　 In the silence, there was only a panting of embarrassment and the sound of struggling.

　　 The young man with a blue nose and swollen face was struggling to prop up his body, raised his hand, and grabbed the old man's trouser legs.

　　 "Teacher, please teach me..."

　　 He squatted on the ground, seated under the deformed soil, and humbly bowed his head and pleaded: "Please teach me...I...I have to repay the kindness and have to do things."

　　 Even though he was delirious, he was still struggling in vain: "Please raise your hand, please..."

　　 In the long silence, the old man looked down at the humble young man indifferently. For a long time, he slowly lifted his foot, 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 life, fool."

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

　　 That old voice mixed with an angry roar, and it exploded in his ears.

　　 "When are you going to sleep, **** thing!!!"

　　 The eyes are black.

　　 Sasaki woke up from his dream, only to feel a sharp pain in his face, as if he had been punched hard, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a large amount of tranquilizers and opened his eyes.

　　 Then, I saw the Zatoichi in front of me.

　　 dumbfounded.

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

　　 What is even more surprising is how Zatoichi looks today.

　　 "What's the matter with you like this?"

Under the broken Yingzhou robe is a camouflage uniform, body armor, gray helmet, dark military boots, full of magazines, a pistol tied to the leg, a grenade hung around the waist, and two hands held high. Of two MP5s.

　　 and the three samurai swords behind him...

　　 is simply, fully armed!

　　 But it's completely different from what Zatoichi expected.

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

"Don't young people always say that recently... Times have changed, Sasaki!" The blind swordsman grinned with a cheerful smile: "Sure enough, the gun is easy to use... I didn't expect it, I am now a special instructor of the Ground Self-Defense Force. !"

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 "Part-time job, the life of the blind in this world is not easy, don't you go and work hard to give people a massage... hurry up and walk around."

Zatoshi put down a gun and stretched out his hand to pull him from the bed. "I broke in while chaos. I don't know what's going on outside now... It's not easy for a blind man to sneak in. Don't No matter how difficult it is for me to **** you out, okay?"

　　 Sasaki fell to the ground, only a creak was heard, the bracket on his leg collided with the ground, and his expression instantly twitched.

　　 severe pain.

　　 "You broke your leg?"

Zatoichi’s ears twitched slightly, his brows frowned, and he listened to the footsteps rushing from outside the door, his expression suddenly became impatient, and he could only put Sasaki’s arms against his shoulders, feeling helplessly: "We two are blind, one Lame, if you stop doing it in the future, we can still work together to do art. You show the way and I massage. How good are you doing it?"

"Thanks."

　　 Sasaki smiled bitterly, took a knife from his back and used it as a cane, limping and rushing out with Zatoichi.

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

　　 In the glazed palace garden, which is as gorgeous as the heaven, there are constantly deformed monsters running around at this moment, and the scenes of living **** are constantly being staged.

　　 The boiling eight evils filled every inch of air, pulling everyone into solidification and **** a little bit.

　　 After the reversal into disasters, his self-contained horror and demons lingered in everyone's heart.

　　 is like a sharp blade, hanging on the head of everyone in the family. Whenever a trace of evil thought arises in the heart, it will be quickly amplified and distorted, and distortion and transformation will be ushered in...

　　 This is a curse against blood.

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

The wriggling man flowed out of the original empty shell with difficulty, on the ground, raised his twisted palm, and screamed sharply: "I am restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago... ...Help me, I spoke for you..."

　　 responded to him with indifferent gunfire.

　　 Zatoichi listened to the position, pointed at his face, pulled the trigger, indifferently finished a shuttle of bullets, took off the thermite, sprinkled it on the rapidly decomposing corpse, and set it alight.

　　 The flames are rising.

　　 And Sasaki is still stuck in place.

　　 staring at everything in front of me...

　　 "Give up, Sasaki, Satomi's house is out of help."

　　Sasaki was silent, without speaking, as if he had lost his soul.

　　 "There is no time to waste, go!"

　　Zatou Shi was furious, and took his hand to drag him away, but instantly, stiffened in place... the angry expression froze, and gradually, he lost his blood.

　　 is pale.

　　 Feel the crisis, feel the breath of terror...

　　 Amidst the sudden loud noise, the cold current gushed out from the gap in the wall, instantly taking away all the temperature. A thick icicle protruded from outside the wall and pierced obliquely into the sky. Then, the cold light flashed, the icicle tore apart and fell towards the ground.

　　 with the figure above.

　　 A high-pitched roar came from the frost wind.

　　 Like a giant elephant neighing.

　　 Father Frost advances amidst the roar, the golden saber cuts down, pressing harder and harder, and brazenly suppressing the slender figure in the blizzard, mercilessly.

　　 can't show mercy either.

　　Because the blood is dancing--the evil thoughts in the sky were stirred up, surrounded by the crimson blade, and cut forward!

　　 is still the crude and crude Tang bamboo type!

　　 Is that really swordplay? Is that really using a sword? Or is it just taking a stick to make do?

　　 But when the blade of resentment is raised, the fire of fierce evil thoughts will attach and burn vigorously.

　　 When the blade fell, it burst out with a mournful roar, and set off stormy waves in the snowstorm.

　　 The wind and snow rolled down, Father Frost's saber suddenly shook, and a gap appeared again, and soon, the proliferation of frost had covered the gap.

　　 But then, the slash of the Blade of Resentment has been cut again!

　　 There is no breathing time.

　　The shelling of 1812 has just begun!

　　The flames of the forbidden hand are burning vigorously.

　　In the fierce flames, the beautiful faces are now as hideous as evil spirits!

　　The casting furnace is extracting the evil thoughts in the air, transforming the power full of **** into the source quality, and bursting with the chopping!

　　 did not care about the possibility of erosion, and did not need the cheating and transformation of magic cooking skills, and now the divinity that pointed to Xihe glowed with a faint light, shrouded him.

　　 From the moment when he advanced to the lord of the group, the sprout of the divine nature of the young man had already swallowed all this unworthy pollution.

　　He is the home court in the magical realm he has transformed into at ease!

　　 The darkness of the Bone-Buried Sanctuary unfolded violently, and the pious odes moved again. The crow unfurled its iron wings and broke through the blizzard, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

　　 is like a burning meteor, whistling back and forth.

　　 After attaching Huaishi's elemental weapons, the flaming Iron Raven has turned into an uncompromising border relic, and every dive and flyover is equivalent to an attack made by Huaishi himself.

　　 That slender and thin figure suppressed Father Frost in an incredible way!

　　 The blizzard roared suddenly, and the spreading cold current quickly shrank, and it turned into a huge carriage after Father Frost. Under the pulling of the frozen horse, it marched forward violently, and finally washed away the indefinite crowd of crows!

　　 Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen ice edge behind him. The sharp ice edge quickly extended in his hand and turned into a heavy axe.

　　 Holding a saber in one hand, and dragging an exaggerated axe and halberd in the other, a new storm was set off again.

　　 "What the **** is that..."

　　 In the corner, the blind Zatoshi raised his muddy eyes, feeling the changes in the air dullly.

　　 Suddenly there was an unreasonable storm falling from the sky, covering everything. The source of the turmoil formed a vortex, and when the two huge eyes collided with each other, it set off an earth-shattering turbulence.

　　 But in the observation of the mind's eye, there is not nothing in the emptiness of the ‘eye of the wind’.

　　 Even though he couldn't see the outline of the body, he could still sense the terrifying essence.

　　 One is wrapped in frost from the wild, as if to completely freeze everything, and the frantic source material spreads, forming an overwhelming storm.

　　 And the other one seems to be the distortion of the demons itself!

　　 Like his incarnation descending in a comfortable way...

　　 The demon descended in his courtyard and palace, speaking magic, boiling evil thoughts surged, and the tamed one was driven and devoured by her... She has already turned into the master here.

　　 Anti-guest!

　　Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the land of twilight, it is a child's play now that he is at ease! The magical realm created by Bafang has become a toy in her hands!

　　Zatou City stiffened in the corner.

　　 held the hilt subconsciously.

　　 When you accidentally break into the scene where the beasts are fighting for territory, you will feel fear.

　　 But now, when two auras like tyrannical natural disasters descended from the sky and arrogantly descended on their heads, Zatoichi could only feel...unspeakable tremors.

　　 When facing a tenth level storm, is fear useful? Will showing good to it be effective? Can you avoid being ravaged by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

　　 is not a threat that can be avoided by showing kindness and avoidance.

　　 Whatever bystanders do is of no avail.

　　 He only hopes that luck can take care of himself, not to involve himself and the idiot next to him...

　　 Until the violent roar faded away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard~www.ltnovel.com~ After confirming that the two had gone, Zatoshi slowly sighed.

　　 He stretched out his hand to pull Sasaki to continue walking, but Sasaki still stood there.

　　 There are soft footsteps in the distance.

　　 Outside the open gate of the palace, the young samurai walked slowly, holding the blood-stained blade, and ruthlessly cut off the head of the blood relative.

　　 When I raised my head, I saw a messy courtyard with two people standing in it.

　　 was taken aback first, then suddenly.

　　 "It's Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they run out? It's great, it seems that they are already free."

　　 As if heartily happy for the two escaped, Satomi Hisase solemnly instructed: "This is no longer a safe place. The two have nothing to do with this place. Please leave as soon as possible."

　　 In this way, the blood-stained face resembling a fox smiled, nodded politely and said goodbye, and turned around to leave.

　　 Then, I heard a low voice pulling a knife behind him.

　　 is Sasaki.

　　 "Sorry, Zatoichi, I really can't let it go."

　　 The lame man, holding his weapon in his hand, staggered and strode forward with difficulty, staring at Jijing’s face, and whispered softly: "There are always some grievances that need to be broken..."

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