"What a coincidence!"
Zhou Yang muttered to himself.
He had seen this halberd in his previous life.
The previous master was framed by someone and was under siege. There was hope of escape, but the most critical moment was when he flew a halberd, which interrupted his spells and his hope of escape. In the end, his soul flew away. It's so dead!
The owner of the halberd is called Masao Watanabe, who is known as the inheritance of ancient Japanese magic swordsmanship. His ancestor is Tsuna Watanabe, one of the four kings of the Heian period.
When Zhou Yang's soul leaped over the gate of heaven, Watanabe Masao was at the most beautiful moment in his life. He practiced the legendary Secret Slashing Techniques, and with the support of the Genyori family and the descendants of the Four Heavenly Kings, he powerfully integrated the whole of Japan. All Shinto religions established the Eastern Alliance of Slashing Demons and called for the launch of the Asian Alliance of Magic Affairs. They are regarded as representative figures of East Asian wizards.
Unexpectedly, Watanabe Masao would also be involved in this matter!
Masao Watanabe should be in his early twenties at this time.
I don't know what he looks like.
In his last life, Zhou Yang never saw the transitional Bian Zhengxiong!
He planned for revenge for more than 20 years, but in the end he didn't even see the face of his enemy!
This time, I can finally see it!
Zhou Yang stopped in his footsteps, squeezed the short knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath. This breath did not seem to stop.
There was a soft, rhythmic click in the darkness ahead.
This is the sound of clogs hitting the ground.
Zhou Yang is still breathing!
An oiled paper umbrella appeared in the field of vision.
The oiled paper umbrella is painted with exquisite ink and wash scenery, as exquisite as a work of art.
The woman holding the oil paper umbrella is a petite woman.
Wearing a plain white kimono, with a Tachi sword stuck in his waist, he walked step by step with small broken steps, and finally stopped at a distance of 300 meters from Zhou Yang.
The woman has been bowing her head without raising her head, and said softly: "Mr. instantly captures a thousand ghosts and cuts the corpses with a sword. I think she is also the highest among Chinese mages..."
"kill!"
Zhou Yang exhaled suddenly, let out a thunderous roar, and shot at the kimono woman like an arrow from the string!
The kimono woman looked up in amazement, her beautiful face was full of amazement.
Let's do it without saying anything, it's really such a shock!
At least let everyone confess a scene!
Even if a master makes a move, even if he doesn't decide his life or death, at least he has to sign up, right
She didn't even mean to do anything.
He didn't draw his sword, didn't retreat, didn't start his hand, just stood there, looking at Zhou Yang in astonishment.
Then, the blood red halberd in front of her moved.
With a buzzing sound, the halberd sprang up from the ground and slammed down towards Zhou Yang.
"Watanabe Masao!"
Zhou Yang yelled again.
The halberd slashed smoothly and suddenly.
Zhou Yang waved his hands, and the two short knives dropped out, whirled and cut at the kimono woman, backhand drew out the hands on his back and turned the knives back and slashed behind him heavily.
A group of dark red shadows flashed in the dark, retreated quickly, and withdrew more than a hundred meters in lightning.
But it's too late!
The knife fell more than a hundred meters away, and was splitting the shadow in half.
In the heart-piercing screams, the shadows turned into two halves, blood splattered, internal organs flowed all over the floor, and the face was split in half, completely invisible.
But what does it matter what it looks like? It is enough to know that he is Masao Watanabe!
Twenty years of research and preparation have made Zhou Yang well aware of Watanabe Masao's ultimate moves and style.
The seemingly fierce and violent halberd is just a cover, the real ultimate move is Watanabe Masao who uses the ninja stealth technique to lurk behind him and prepare to perform his backstab!
The knife accumulated over the past 20 years is like a day, and finally cut down, and the enemy is broken!
Zhou Yang let out a long whistle, retracted the sword and returned to its sheath, and turned back and rushed.
The woman in the kimono has pulled out the Taishou from her waist, and is standing in front of her, ready to fight.
The thrown knife was knocked back.
Zhou Yang rushed forward, catching two short knives just in time, and thrusting them between his waist. Without stopping, he jumped up, pulled out the heavy knives behind him again, and slashed them down in the air.
This blow was shockingly incomparable, and it really slashed Huashan.
The kimono woman was forced by his momentum, and she subconsciously flashed aside.
The heavy knife crashed to the ground, cutting a long slit in the street.
But Zhou Yang didn't hold the knife, instead threw a heavy knife, taking this opportunity to rush past the kimono woman and toward the hospital.
"middle!"
There was a low drink from behind.
Zhou Yang felt a chill on his back, and immediately squatted and rushed forward, but he still ran wildly, without turning his head back!
The blood-stained sword stuck in the street and swayed endlessly.
There is already a shadow of dawn shaking on the horizon.
Zhou Yang rushed into the hospital and rushed into the lighting range of the building.
The almost suffocating overflowing Yin Qi disappeared instantly.
Pedestrians came and went in front of them, their expressions were hurried, and the number was scarce, but they brought a breath of humanity.
At this time, it was already possible to sense that Su Xiaocha's soul and body had re-established contact.
Weak, but clear.
Following this connection, Zhou Yang looked up and his eyes fell on a window on the fifth floor.
In the ICU, the rescue has stopped.
The attending doctor took off his mask, sweating profusely, and his face tired, "Sorry, we tried our best, please be sorry!"
The assistant doctors and nurses nearby stopped their hands and looked at the person who was speaking to the doctor in charge.
Apart from medical staff, there should be no other people in the intensive care unit.
But at this moment, there is an old man standing.
He was in his early fifties, with an extremely solemn face in the Chinese character, standing there, Yuan Ting Yuezhi, without speaking and not moving, gave people an unspeakable sense of oppression.
"Life and death, thank you doctor." The old man's face was cast iron, without the slightest expression, only a trace of sorrow was revealed in his voice. The dead old man insisted, I'm afraid that the day before yesterday will declare the brain dead. You all go out and let her be quiet for a while."
The attending doctor nodded, turned around and led the doctors and nurses out.
It can be seen from the swaying door that the outside of the ICU ward is crowded with uneasy people.
The door is closed.
As the attending doctor announced his death, a chaotic noise broke out outside the door.
Some were crying, some were yelling, and some seemed to want to rush in.
The old man ignored these.
A group of rats!
The old man looked at the girl lying on the bed, and after days of rescue, her face was almost transparent.
"Life and death..."
The old man sighed and stretched out his hand to touch the girl's cheek, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly stopped, frowned, turned his head abruptly, and looked at the window.
boom!
Almost as he turned his head, the glass shattered.
A black shadow came in through the window with an indomitable momentum.
Everyone is dead, so are you still reluctant to let her go
The old man was furious, clenched his palms into fists, and struck the shadow with a fist, shouting angrily, "Get out!"
The black shadow did not roll, stretched out his palm to prop up on the fist he hit, his figure trembled slightly, turned over and fought, dexterously surpassed his block, fell to the side of the bed, stretched out his palm and patted the sick girl. In front of his chest, shouted: "The soul is back, avoid all evils!"
This is a spell to call the soul into the body.
Very ordinary, but also very practical, provided that the wandering soul is right in front of you!
The old man was startled slightly, and the second punch he was about to strike stopped.
A ray of early sun shot through the broken window, falling on the girl's almost transparent face.
The girl groaned.
The old man was overjoyed, but he was afraid that this was just a fragile dream, so he didn't even dare to move for a while!
"The time is just right!"
The man standing by the bed laughed and reached out to help the girl up.
The girl's eyelashes moved slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, looked at the young man who was supporting her with some bewilderment, and whispered, "Zhou Yang?"
"Yes, no thanks!" Zhou Yang looked at the old man who was ecstatic, but dared not move. "With such a master by your side, how can you lose your soul? You have to be careful in the future, but Not every time I can run into someone like me who is so righteous!" After speaking, he cautiously let go, and walked straight to the window. When passing by the old man, he said, "Hidden Lake Xuan? I'm all lost, it's really embarrassing to your ancestor! This time you must be optimistic about it!"
The old man's face flushed immediately, and he opened his mouth to distinguish.
However, Zhou Yang refused to give him a chance to speak, and jumped out along the window.
The old man wanted to chase, but the girl who was seeing a doctor struggling to get to the ground, was shocked, and quickly went to help her, "Xiaocha, you just got back to your soul, don't move!"
The door of the ICU's ward was pushed open heavily, and a large group of people rushed in, but at the first sight of Su Xiaocha who was struggling to get out of bed, he couldn't help being shocked on the spot.
The attending doctors have all declared dead. You are lying down and waiting for cremation, and you have to get out of bed because of the special circumstances. Can you think about the emotions of the onlookers? Everyone is looking forward to it all night, but it's not this good or not!
Someone screamed: "Battered corpses..."
The shout was only halfway through, and then he was blocked back.
The old man's icy gaze cast his icy gaze over, and everyone was stunned into silence.
Su Xiaocha ignored these, but got out of bed stubbornly, struggling to come to the window.
Outside the window, Zhou Yang was no longer visible, but there was still dripping blood on the windowsill.
That was left by Zhou Yang.
She stretched out her hand and touched the blood, warm herself, her eyes were faint for a moment, and she murmured a few words.
The voice was extremely low, barely audible, but the old man who supported her heard it.
"Hello!"
It's a knight!
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