The leader of the Beidao family narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Beidao Yoshihiko with anger and loss in his eyes. The Beidao family is now in decline. The whole town is riddled with holes. Can the town be riddled with holes?
How to repair a building that is riddled with wounds?
"The Qianye Zhan lineage has no meaning to continue to exist. Since all the branches have perished, let the Qianye Zhan lineage go with them. We will give them the best position in the ancestral temple for this lineage.
With rankings, the cave they hide in will also be a geomantic treasure..."
"Big Chief, you devil, ungrateful bastard, bah!"
Before the big leader could finish speaking, the blood-stained highness, a white-haired old man from Qianye Zhan, roared at the big leader as if he was crazy. His eyes widened, and his disheveled white hair was covered with blood.
Bloodstains, the katana he used as a crutch had a chip on it, and a trace remained on it.
There was a trail of dried and black blood. In the battle with the other three branches, he slaughtered thirty-two people in one life. Among them, the fatal knife in the back of Bei Dao Tianfeng was stabbed by him. Qianye Zhanyiyi
The clan elders have passed away, and now it is up to them, the older generation, to support the prosperity of the clan.
The people in the Qianye Zhan clan have been loyal and dedicated to their careers for generations, and have always regarded protecting the main line of the Beidao family as their lifelong plan. However, in the end, they received a cold words from the big leader: "No need, kill them all"...
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After the old man finished shouting loudly, his body began to tremble. He suffered many serious injuries in the bloody battle within the family. It was no longer easy to be able to stand here at this moment. He suddenly roared hard just now and wiped out all the wounds on his body.
The scabbed wound burst open again, and a gust of cold wind blew into the hall. His shriveled and skinny body, covered by a wide black robe, swayed back and forth like a rag.
The big leader looked over with cold eyes, "Kitashima Junhu, do you want to rebel?"
"think!"
Kitajima Kimito continued to widen his eyes, "I want to kill you, the ungrateful bastard, with my own hands right now. In the future, I, the Chiba Zhan, will be the main lineage of your Kitajima family, and I will have no friendship at all, only hatred!"
"
The remaining members of Chiba Zhan's lineage all stood behind Kitajima Kimito. Each of them was seriously injured, but the expressions on their faces were very determined. They knew clearly in their hearts that if they died here today,
Then the elderly, women, and children in their families will also face disaster.
The big leader looked at the group of people under the main hall, his face
His expression did not waver at all, and he continued to say to Yoshihiko Kitajima: "Eradicate all the One Sword Sword, Iai Sword, and Three Sword Styles. In the future, if the Chiba Sword lineage is left, they will probably become a threat to our main tribe. This time
The turmoil has caused heavy losses within our family, but it is also a long-term plan for stability. If you show mercy now, the person standing in front of you with a knife in the future may be one of them, or their descendants..."
The big leader turned his head and looked at Kitajima Yoshihiko calmly and resolutely, "Now the knife is in your hand, you can choose how to end it."
The expression on Kitajima Yoshihiko's face was tangled. The sword on his waist could not help shaking. His hand touched the handle of the knife, but before he could touch it, he quickly moved away as if he was electrocuted. At this time, everyone in the audience
The leader of Chiba Zhan's lineage, Kitajima Kimito, raised his mottled katana, which symbolized death, and rushed towards the big leader.
"Old man, I'll kill you!"
The katana in Kitajima Kimito's hand was raised high, a cold light flashed in mid-air, and the blade made a buzzing sound. If a sword is stained with too much blood, it will naturally become an evil thing.
A big murderer, Kitajima Kimito seemed to be holding a knife in his hand, but he was affected by this murderous knife. His eyes were frighteningly red, and the veins on his old hands were bulging...
The mottled blade was getting closer and closer to the big leader. No one had any doubt that this knife would cut off the big leader's neck.
The big leader didn't seem to notice it at all. He just stood there calmly, looking at Kitajima Yoshihiko calmly. The sharp sword light fell on his eyes, but he didn't even blink.
Kitajima Yoshihiko's hand was on the handle of the knife, and a cold determination finally flashed across his face. He pulled out the knife with a crisp sound, but when the blade was just halfway out, there was a sound in the air.
Hot blood surged from his buttocks, followed by a thumping sound. Kitajima Kimido, who was hysterically trying his best to rush towards him, fell to the ground. He was lying on the ground, and blood spread from under his body.
A masked man in black stood beside the big leader. The man in black's eyes were cold and restrained. His voice was low and suppressed, "The big leader has been killed."
The big leader turned his back to the man in black and nodded gently. He always looked at Yoshihiko Kitajima with an unspeakable disappointment in his eyes, "How can you achieve great things if you are indecisive? You are too far behind."
The big leader looked to the side
The second son Kitajima Jiaxiang, Kitajima Jiaxiang’s eyes were filled with joy. His father’s favorite was his grandson Kitajima Kazun. However, after Kitajima Kazuno died in China, he turned his attention back to his children.
As for his son, Kitajima Jiaxiang restrained his inner surprise, raised his hands and said piously: "Big Chief, I am willing to kill Qianye Zhan for you and kill the remaining evildoers."
The big leader shook his head and said, "Go and bring me Bei Dao Jiayong's head."
Kitajima Jiaxiang's face was stunned for a moment, then he nodded firmly, a look of violence flashed in the corner of his eyes, "Don't worry, big boss, I'll go now."
Kitajima Jiaxiang strode out of the hall, followed closely by his two attendants.
Kitajima Kimito's death made the remaining members of the Chiba Zan lineage shrink in fear. They put down the knives in their hands. They didn't know who knelt on the ground first, and then there was a sound of kneeling.
, someone kowtowed, someone opened
They began to cry out. Some of them were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that their wives, children, and children would also be massacred after they died. Some people were begging not to die, and some were begging for death. They just wanted their family to be old after their death.
Xiao Neng survived.
"You didn't die for me, you died for the future of the Beidao family. The Beidao family has been prosperous for hundreds of years. Disasters happen every hundred years. Now is the disaster for the family. You have the obligation to defend the Beidao family with your death.
The future is stable, so..."
Before the big leader finished speaking, the masked man in black standing beside him picked up a knife and rushed into the crowd. In other directions in the hall, two or three people also rushed out.
These four people had four knives, and the cold light on each knife seemed to be tempered with poison. It wiped the necks of everyone in Qianye Zhan's lineage, and there was immediately a sound of heads falling to the ground.
"Haha, hahaha!"
The big leader suddenly laughed heartily. He laughed like crazy, but when he smiled, tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of his eyes. He was not a cold-blooded killer, but the helmsman of a family plan...
The moonlight fell in the forest, and Lin Kun sat at the entrance of the cave and fell asleep. The rain outside did not pour into the cave. The humidity in the entire forest made the cave wet. Suddenly, there was a sound of rustling footsteps,
The footsteps were approaching. Lin Kun opened his eyes and heard someone whispering in the hazy night, "Mr. Su, please wait for me for a moment. I'll go and take a moment."
Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps got closer and closer, accompanied by the sound of weeds parting at the entrance of the cave...