Takeo Miyamoto was very miserable. As soon as he used his proud trick to prepare for a sneak attack, he was hit by a knife. He was just like Sasaki Kojiro and he was hated on Gemryu Island. The only difference was that no one erected a statue after his death.
, he stretched out his palms unwillingly, with the last hint of doubt in his eyes, his throat trembled twice, and he said with a trembling voice with his last breath: "Why did this knife... break..."
Tang Guobin turned his back to Takeo Miyamoto, who was standing stiffly. He swayed slightly, turned his head, and said in a low voice: "It's not easy to break your old turtle shell. It almost drained all my inner energy.
Die!"
Before he finished speaking, a faint red line appeared between Miyamoto Takeo's eyebrows. This line extended downwards in an instant. His kimono broke open with a hiss, and an ancient book bound in thread that was split into two pieces by a sharp blade fell out of his lapel.
There are two ancient Chinese regular script characters, which together represent Baichuan Zhangfa, four characters.
"Eh!" Tang Guobin's eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward and quickly bent down to pick up two pieces of ancient books. At that moment, the red line on Miyamoto Takeo's chest burst open with a roar, and blood spurted out like a flood.
, the corpse was stirred by the momentum, and fell backwards. A pair of wide-open yellow eyes stared at the sky, the autumn sun was like blood.
Tang Guobin put the ancient book into his arms without looking at it, and kept flying towards the thunder knife. The young man holding the scabbard screamed strangely, dropped the scabbard and turned around to run away. Now he is blaming his parents.
Having only two legs didn't make him run any faster.
Whoosh! An arc of light came suddenly. The man holding the knife rushed forward and fell down. There was a thick long knife nailed to his back. It was the thunder knife he often held. Before he died, he understood
There is a truth that a knife is used to kill people. No matter how many years you hold it, it is a weapon that can kill you at any time.
Tang Guobin picked up the green bamboo scabbard and found that the heavy tentacles were warm when he took it. It was actually a scabbard carved from pure jade. The carving was simple and unpretentious, but it made it difficult to tell the authenticity. It was a good thing to put away.
Trophies.
He took a few steps forward and bent down to pull out the lightning knife from the back of the knife holder and sheathed it. He turned around and waved to Nobuko who was not far away. The girl immediately put away the faint sadness on her face and ran over with the wooden box in her arms.
, she has been used to chaos and chaos during this period, and following such a man is destined to be like this.
Nobuko quickly ran to Tang Guobin's side, squeezed out a forced smile and held the box over with her muddy hands: "Your Highness Sesshomaru, this is your thing."
Tang Guobin nodded and smiled, reached out to take the box, opened it, took out an oil paper bag and put it into his arms, threw the empty box away, and said with a smile: "Nobuko, my name is not Sesshomaru, my Chinese name is Tang Guobin"
Bin, are you willing to go back to China with me?"
There were two glimmers in Nobuko's eyes. She bit her lip and nodded vigorously: "I do, Sesshomaru, oh no! It's Tang..." Perhaps the last two words were too difficult to pronounce, and the girl's twinkling
Her eyes were looking into the distance. Suddenly, two lights flashed from the embankment in the distance. Her expression suddenly changed, and she pushed Tang Guobin with all her strength, which actually made Mr. Tang stagger a few steps.
Boom boom - Two gunshots were heard from the direction of the embankment. Two flowers of blood bloomed on Nobuko's chest. Two blood holes as big as bowls almost took out all her internal organs. Her petite body was knocked back by the strong impact of the bullets.
After walking two feet, he fell into a pool of blood.
"Xinzi!" Tang Guobin screamed sadly and rushed forward, but in vain. An instinctive sense of crisis made his heart palpitate. He slid two feet away with his feet, and bang bang - two clouds of mud fell on him.
The place where he stood just now exploded. It was a sniper rifle! Only a powerful sniper rifle could cause substantial damage to the ancient warrior. Tang Guobin's eyes turned red, and he let out a roar like a wounded lion, turned around and flew towards the embankment.
Bang bang bang - the armor-piercing bullet pierced Tang Guobin's body like a soul-stirring scythe of death, trying to stop him from moving forward, but at this moment he was completely furious, and two lines of teardrops twisted and flew with him.
The figure splashed out from the eye sockets and landed several meters behind him.
The two snipers in black who were crawling in the grass next to the embankment were stunned when they looked at the figures rushing towards them at high speed. They could not aim at the target at all. One of them recovered from the shock and pressed the microphone next to his ear.
He lowered his head and chirped to report, and suddenly there was a strange scream of terror next to him, followed by a stream of warm liquid with a strong fishy smell sprayed on the side of his face.
The sniper grabbing the headset suddenly raised his head, and already had a three-edged military spike in his hand. As a well-trained sniper, he must be ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat at any time, even if he knows he is losing.
He resisted desperately, but when he raised his hand, he suddenly couldn't feel the existence of his arm. The next second, the severe pain of the broken arm was transmitted from the nerves to the brain.
"Ah!" The sniper only had time to let out a short cry of pain, and his huge head rose into the sky. At the last moment when his vision stopped, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Tang Guobin felt a strong dizziness when he chopped off the heads of the two snipers. He stabbed the Muramasa sword to the ground with his backhand and squatted down. His chest twitched sharply like a beating box, and two lines of tears silently fell from the corners of his eyes.
It slid down and landed on the ground with a trickle on the cheek.
"Young devil, I will kill your eight generations of ancestors!" Young Master Tang, who had red eyes, suddenly raised his head and roared. A low-flying skua gull in the sky staggered upright due to the sound wave rising into the sky.
It fell from the sky.
Young Master Tang was like an angry ferocious beast. He reached out and touched the two corpses, and quickly took out two documents and opened them. The A-level sniper of the Imperial Rifle Corps, Gunson Fuyu, and the A-level sniper of the Imperial Rifle Corps, Ishihara Zai.
I've seen this kind of certificate twice before. It's from the Imperial Guards of the Little Japanese Emperor, a group of bastards who claim to be elite.
"Imperial Spear Team, you bastards, you will not return to the country if I am not destroyed, and the master behind you..." Tang Guobin bit his steel teeth into pieces, and his exhausted body seemed to have been injected with a shot of chicken blood.
Anger and sadness put him in an abnormally excited state. He put away his long knife and turned around, sprinting towards the spot where Nobuko fell to the ground.
Tang Guobin stood blankly on the beach of a remote and uninhabited island in the north of Yanliu Island. There was a motor boat parked opposite. This boat was left by the two snipers who were killed. He held Nobuko coldly in his arms.
The corpse, the girl's death filled his heart with guilt and anger, but at this moment he became surprisingly calm.
If it hadn't been for Xinzi's life-threatening push, it might have been Tang Guobin who died in a state of nervous relaxation. Such a girl from a foreign country sacrificed her life to save him. Killers are always killed. Maybe God is destined to let him