Zhou Yang, who was regarded as a knight by Su Xiaocha, didn't run so fast because he didn't ask for anything in return, but because he was still thinking about the kimono woman.
He just avoided fighting because he was eager to send Su Xiaocha back to his soul. Now that he finally freed his hand, he immediately turned around to find the account.
Not to mention that this woman has something to do with Watanabe Masao. Ten percent is a raccoon dog. Just slashing the knife on the back can't be done like this.
When he ran back to the street where he was fighting, not only the woman was gone, but the bodies of Masao Watanabe and the soldier's corpse also disappeared without a shadow, and even the wreckage of his exploded car was cleaned up.
The only thing that can prove that there has been a battle here is the two shallow pits on the ground.
However, these two pits are enough.
With these two pits, he can locate the specific location where the woman once stood.
And there is his blood on that woman's knife!
Zhou Yang stopped at the place where the woman in the kimono stood last, pinched the magic formula and chanted the spell, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on the wound on his back, and flicked it in the air, and a red line appeared in the air. It stretches rapidly into the distance along the street.
After chasing down the red line, after four blocks, he finally came to an iron gate.
The red line got into the door.
The iron gate is tall and big, and the whole body is pitch black. The two sides are surrounded by high and thick walls, which tightly cover the environment of the courtyard.
There is a long sign hanging on the side of the door, with line characters on it, not in Chinese, but in Japanese: Six volumes of new city クラブ!
Zhou Yang looked around.
This street is relatively remote, and there are almost no pedestrians early in the morning. When the evil spirits are allowed to penetrate, they enter directly through the door.
Behind the high wall and iron gate, there is a view of small bridges and flowing water. Ponds, creeks, rockery, monsters, dwarf trees and flowers. Among them, there are wooden corridors zigzags and shuttles, and small arch bridges are curved over the water, which is a typical day The mountain-style courtyard falls.
Houses are looming in this scenery, and they are all Japanese-style buildings with obvious styles.
Separated by a door, but suddenly one step from the North China to the Dongying family.
Such a large courtyard is deserted and deserted, and you can't even see a half-person figure.
The red line twists and turns between the mountain and stone river bridges and points straight to the depths of the houses.
Zhou Yang followed the red line, lurking deep, and finally found the escaped kimono woman in a room.
She knelt and sat in a Japanese-style room with the sliding door wide open. There was a small coffee table on the ground in front of her. She was making tea carefully, and her movements showed an indescribable elegant taste. Professionals who have been practicing for many years.
The blood-stained sword was placed on her right side, not even the sheath was inserted, and the red blood on the blade was particularly eye-catching.
The end of the red line of guidance fell on Taito.
On her right side, there was the heavy double-handed sword that Zhou Yang had lost!
Zhou Yang understood immediately.
This is a hit.
People guessed that he would come after him, waiting for him here.
In this way, the performance of tea art was used to show off.
"Mr. came to work hard, please sit down and have a cup of tea."
The kimono woman greeted her without raising her head, in a posture of entertaining friends.
This compelling player can score ten points.
Zhou Yang didn't hide. He walked out of the bushes and walked into the house openly, but he didn't even take off his shoes, which seemed rather rude.
The kimono woman just finished two cups of tea, raised one of them, held it to her eyebrows, and bowed her head deeply, "Please!"
Zhou Yang saw that this posture was simply wonderful. The long snow-white neck was deeply curved like a swan neck. It was a tempting one. He was rude immediately, drew his knife and cut it off.
Came all the way, is it just for tea and chat
of course not!
Zhou Yang has been a rough person for two lifetimes. Without these flowers, he doesn't understand these tea ceremony etiquette. If he was looking forward and looking forward to the future in his previous life, he might sit down and talk about each other's bottom first, and then say whether to do it or not.
But this life.
Life and death are bearish, just do it if you don't accept it!
If you have any words, let's talk after typing!
"ばか? baka!"
Amid the roar, the roof split suddenly, and a sharp blade of light slashed in the air.
The woman in the kimono did not lift her head, kept her kneeling position, grabbed the sword, and slid back hurriedly.
A door cracked open in the wall behind him, revealing a dark dark room.
Zhou Yang threw the two knives upwards, using his feet to provoke heavy knives with both hands on the ground, ignoring the light of the knives on his head, stepping forward, swinging the knives and chasing them.
The light of the knife on the top of the head disappeared as the short knife was thrown up.
A tall man fell heavily.
The double knife that Zhou Yang had just thrown was stuck in his chest.
His face was full of unbelievable surprises, shaking his hands to touch the double swords that had penetrated into his heart, but only halfway up, he fell powerlessly and stopped breathing.
Although the person is dead, his eyes are wide open, a posture of death.
The kimono woman probably didn't expect her subordinates to be so unhelpful. Seeing Zhou Yang slashed down with a heavy knife, she hurriedly raised her knife to block.
There was a loud bang, sparks splashed everywhere.
Taito snapped.
The woman in kimono came and rolled back in embarrassment, only to escape Zhou Yang's sharp blow.
She fumbled into the door and yelled something, and the door closed quickly.
The footsteps sounded chaotically, the wall of the sliding door behind him was smashed, and a large group of bareheaded, shirtless and full-body tattooed men rushed in aggressively, involuntarily raising their katana and slashing at Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang slashed the heavy knife around his body for a whole circle, forced the enemy back, and then threw it out of his hand.
A heavy knife hit the closed door, smashing it to pieces.
The kimono woman couldn't kneel anymore, jumped up, and ran deep into the room with her legs drawn.
Zhou Yang retreated shortly, retreated to the dead ghost who had just fallen, raised his hand and drew the short knife, and then rushed into the crowd. For a moment, it seemed like a tiger like a flock of sheep. The sounds came and went, and they were in a line, as if a person was uttering a long howling in different tones.
After a circle, there is no one standing in the room, and the figure of the woman in the kimono has just disappeared in the dark indoors.
Zhou Yang inserted the short knife back to his waist, rushed like a cannon, picked up the heavy knife, and raised it, where the blade pointed, the roof was shattered.
The sun shines from the hole into the dark inner room, suddenly illuminating a group of people in black lurking in the dark clearly.
This group of people in black, some lying on the ground, some clinging to the wall, and some lying on the ceiling, have already opened the attack posture.
It's just that the sudden sunlight disrupted their rhythm, and they were a bit at a loss for a while.
Zhou Yang laughed and rushed into the chamber with a heavy knife.
The kimono woman staggered and escaped from the dark inner passage, without daring to look back, she ran to the backyard in such a hurry.
She was full of regret at this moment.
I thought that in my own turf, there are many accompanying masters, how can they take down the guy who was killed in the horizontal, and then I will ask him how he has anything to do with this matter.
But I never expected that there are such masters in the world, and her so-called masters are really not even a dish in front of others!
"how so!"
She couldn't figure it out.
Let’s not say that the positions of the two sides are not clear now. Even if the hostile position is clear, shouldn’t everyone, as experts, first show their way, talk about their hearts, pretend to be forceful, and then start the fight
An expert has to be an expert!
This is also the respect for the enemy, OK
She followed her habit to be a master, but the other party didn't accept the move at all.
How can there be such an expert in the world!
This look of anger and depravity is simply unbelievable!
I haven't seen it before, what kind of hatred
She wondered, she didn't stop under her feet, but she was able to run less than a hundred meters away, she heard a loud bang behind her, as if a cannonball exploded, subconsciously looking back, she saw that the escaped house was torn apart. , Several people in black fell out like rag dolls, fell to the ground, blood splattered!
In the chaos, Zhou Yang stepped out with a heavy knife on his shoulder.
The kimono woman was so frightened that she rushed forward with all her abilities. She didn't dare to change, so she rushed through the hundreds of meters of garden to the house at the back of the courtyard.
This house is different from the others. It is built on a high ground. There are long stone steps in front of the house, overlooking the entire courtyard in a condescending manner.
The woman in kimono jumped under the stone steps, using her hands and feet together, as she climbed up, she cried out in her throat: "Masta, help!"
Zhou Yang had already caught up, kicked her over and stepped on it.
To say that a woman in a kimono is also a master, but she was suppressed by Zhou Yang's unreasonable and indomitable ferocity. She couldn't even lift the courage to resist. After being stepped on, she was so scared to cry, begging: " Don't kill me, don't kill me, we have no grudges, you can't kill me..."
Zhou Yang smiled, "It doesn't matter, there will be some later!"
Stabbed.
The screaming struggle stopped abruptly.
Enmity and resentment are both in the future, but now it's a cut, saving countless troubles!
"Namo Amitabha!"
A deep Buddha horn sounded above the long steps.
Zhou Yang held a long knife in his hand and looked up.
I came back too late yesterday, and the night update failed to be coded. It is not to reduce the number of updates, or to guarantee two updates a day, and the one that was short yesterday will be made up.
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