There are about ten people led by Kimura Nozo. This should be the advance team in the human world, responsible for exploring the road and surveying the preliminary situation, so they don't go particularly fast and want to try their best to discover some situations along the way. Old Zhao waits until
The distance between the two sides was completely appropriate. He weighed the black ball in his hand and threw it out with all his strength.
Lao Zhao's hand was very accurate, and the apple-sized black ball drew an arc in the air and landed right next to the group of people. When the black ball hit the ground, it exploded with a bang, and a thick ball of
The black tobacco strands curl like ink, as if they have spirituality.
It quickly moved around. A wisp of black smoke was like a dark snake, floating and flickering. Although the members of the human world noticed the sound of the black ball exploding, the black smoke moved too fast, and several people did not move too quickly.
Too many reactions, the black smoke has already drifted around.
The smoke was invisible and qualityless, but it was like a black chain, binding people tightly. Everyone felt panic and they struggled desperately, but to no avail. Just such a wisp of black smoke trapped people to death.
He was in the same place, unable to move left and right. Kimura Nozou's movements were much faster than the others. Although he was not entangled in the black smoke, his face had changed slightly. He looked nervously around and pulled out the long knife.
"Old Duoji's stuff can't deal with masters, but it's still very effective against these scraps." Old Zhao grinned. The reason why Mustache has been dormant is to make his revenge plan as successful as possible. He needs
Helper. The period of dormancy is the process of Dorje slowly recovering.
This team of ten people was dispersed in an instant. Kimura Nozo glanced nervously, but found no clues. The less he could see the enemy, the more frightened he felt. He obviously had the intention to retreat and left these behind.
People who are struggling in the same place have to run away.
In the mustache's eyes, the gray mist seemed to disappear in an instant, and a breathtaking cold light burst out. He held the alloy tube, straightened his body, and rushed down the hill. He wanted to replace Jinpu.
Nga Wang seeks blood revenge, and Kimura Nozo is the first target.
The enemy Kimura Nozo had been looking for suddenly appeared, which surprised him slightly. He had seen Mustache before, but when he encountered it again two years later, he suddenly felt that Mustache had changed. This change made him palpitate, because
When he saw Mustache running from a short distance away, he had an idea in his mind: This was an enemy without weaknesses or flaws.
How can a person without weaknesses possibly win?
Mustache ignored the other scattered people, and pointed the blade directly at Kimura Nozo. Old Zhao rushed out with him, and took care of the members of the human world below, which slowed Old Zhao's speed somewhat, but Xiao Xiao
But his beard was still very fast, and he rushed all the way, closely following Kimura Nozo.
Kimura Nozo's legs were a little weak. He was not an incompetent person and had received very strict training. However, when faced with the rushing moustache, he was filled with fear.
People who have not experienced it can never know how powerful hatred is. Nor can Kimura Nozo know how Mustache has been suffering in the past two years.
Mustache's speed surpassed that of Kimura Nozo. Although the opponent kept running, he was caught up within seven or eight minutes. At this time, Lao Zhao also took care of the rest of the people behind and followed closely.
When Mustache was about to catch up with Kimura Nozo, the alloy tube in his hand flashed with cold light, and he stabbed him. There was a whirring sound in the air, and Kimura Nozo had no choice but to turn around and block it. The alloy tube that was originally light and fast became
It was very heavy. The moment it collided with the Japanese sword, Kimura Nozo's entire arm felt numb, and the long sword almost came out of his hand.
"Baga..." Kimura Nozo gritted his teeth. He was very angry, because at this time, only anger could cover up the deepest panic in his heart.
"Eight, your mother!" Old Zhao stood far behind and sneered: "Look clearly where this is! China! Tibet! Do you think it's still a few decades ago? Do you think you can do whatever you want? For a bastard like you,
I only have one word: hit! Xiao Xiang, kill him!"
Lao Zhao's tone was fierce, but he knew Xiaohui very well, so he stood behind and did not interfere. He knew that Xiaohui wanted to avenge Jinpu Awang himself. If it was not a last resort, he would not let anyone
help.
In the past two years, Mustache has not been depressed and wasted. He has been waiting and training. Many places in Tibetan areas with harsh environments are not suitable for people to survive for a long time, but Mustache has spent two years in such an environment. He is better than before.
More tough, like a sharp sword that is hidden in the snow and then unsheathed, the blade can cut through the sky.
clang......
The alloy pipe kept colliding with Kimura Nozo's long knife, and Mustache's sword was getting faster and faster, with the light dancing like a butterfly. Kimura Nozo could barely cope with it at first, but then he became a little weak. Mustache's current state and strength
Far beyond his imagination, the contact in the past
During and analysis, Kimura Nozo always believed that even if Mustache was strong, there was only a slight gap between him and him. However, at this moment, he realized that his judgment and analysis were extremely wrong. In his eyes, Mustache was no longer a human being.
No, it's a murderous knife.
The mountains and the earth in front of Mustache's eyes disappeared, leaving only Kimura Nozo and the tragic scene of Jinpu Awang's death. There was no expression of resentment on his face, because all the hatred was integrated into his life.
.The alloy pipes were like a violent storm, with a powerful impact that could not be resisted, making Kimura Nozo retreat step by step, unable to parry.
After an unknown number of collisions, Kimura Nozo could no longer lift one of his arms, and the long knife in his hand flew away. Mustache's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the sword flashed, drawing blood on Kimura Nozo's wrist.
Racing wildly, Kimura Nozo didn't make a sound, but quickly took a few steps backwards while covering the back of his hands.
Mustache's steps were heavy, he succeeded with a sword, and his attack was like thunder. Kimura Nozo lost his weapon and was completely unable to resist.
Uh-huh...
The blade curled up, and the sharp blade cut through the thick layers of clothes that Kimurano was hiding outside, and blood surged wildly. The mustache still showed no expression, but showed no mercy. The cold light flashed again and again, and every time it flashed, Kimurano
There was a frightening wound on Zang's body, and within a few minutes, his coat was almost soaked with blood.
He was so traumatized that Kimura Nozo couldn't bear it anymore. When the blood spurted out again, he let out a deep roar, showing his fear of death, and tried desperately to escape from the range of Mustache's attack.
This is no longer a fight, but a killing, as if a strong man is torturing and punishing the weak at will. Mustache will not be soft. At this moment, he is fully capable of hitting Kimura Nozo's vitals with one knife, but he is not so
Do. Every time the sword flashed, Kimura Nozo would growl, and his whole body began to tremble with pain and anger.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Mustache slowly raised the alloy pipe and pointed the tip of the knife at Kimura Nozo. He had indeed changed, but something in the deepest part of his heart was getting worse. He tried his best to hold it back, but the tears could not be stopped.
Obedience filled his eyes, rolling back and forth: "Have you ever asked Awang if it hurts?"
There are some things that he can't forget. How many wounds Jinpu Ngawang had on his body when he died, Xiaozhu remembers it very clearly. Sang Jie and Kimura Nozo could obviously end his life directly, but they didn't. They were like torture and humiliation.
In the same way, Jinpu Ngawang was killed only when no part of his body was intact.
Mustache’s desire for revenge is not just an empty talk, he wants Kimura Nozo to repay the pain Jinpu Awang suffered.
The cold light continued to flash, and for a moment, Kimura Nozo's energy and vitality drained away with the continuously opening wounds. His face was covered with blood, and only a pair of beast-like eyes burst out with eternal light. This kind of gaze was enough to make
Most people feel frightened, but for Mustache, it is of no use at all.
He was still killing with clenched teeth, until Kimura Nozo was like Jinpu Awang, with his skin and flesh all over his body. Mustache stopped his fierce offensive. The tip of the knife was dripping with blood, and it seeped into the soil under his feet.
.
"You are the first." Mustache's hand trembled slightly with his heart, and then he waved suddenly.
Kimura Nozo was unable to open his eyes because of the cold light. The last scene he saw in this world was the bright light of a sword, which was immediately covered in blood.
When the last stream of blood spurted out, Mustache finally slowly stopped his hand. He stood next to Kimura Nozo's body that had stopped struggling, and did not move for a long time.
In the desolate wild mountains, only the lonely and silent shadow of Mustache is left. He is silent, as if he is paying homage to the Tibetan man who has left the world.
Only at this moment, mustache's eyes recovered the emotions that filled his heart, such as loss, hesitation, regret, nostalgia... He knew that what was lost would never come back, and dead friends could not be resurrected.
But the marks in his heart cannot be erased no matter how hard he tries. These marks may stay with him throughout his life.
After a long time, Lao Zhao slowly walked over from behind. He felt that Mustache was a little too calm, as if he was completely petrified, so he stared at Kimura Nozo's body without moving.
"Xiaoxiang, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Mustache replied in a low voice without turning his head.
For some reason, when he saw the body of Kimura Nozo, the ominous premonition that had occurred in his heart not long ago became more and more out of control. He felt that when the major events predicted in the end of the world were about to be pushed to the end, it was also his own life.
When it's about to end.
"I will die, die here..." Xiaozi didn't want to say these words openly, nor did he want to repeat his previous instructions to Lao Zhao. He only hoped that some people could, after his death, like