Chapter 419

If your eyes are sharp enough, if your eyes are the eyes of the enemy. You will know how wonderful this sword is.

At least in Mo's eyes, this sword is not static and ordinary.

The sword is not a branch, but a real sword. A unique sword.

It's shaking gently, because of fear, because of excitement. Maybe it's because of my birth.

It's the sword shaking, not the hand shaking of the thousand leaf army. He has stabbed tens of millions of swords, and his sword hand never shakes under any circumstances.

Sword body has life, it has independent consciousness.

It aimed at the brow, eyes and throat of the old drunk, as well as his chest, heart or abdomen.

Even it can attack the lower part of the plate, stab the old drunkard's 29 points in the span and 72 points in the big and small legs.

It covers all the vital points on the body of the old alcoholic, and it also covers all the acupoints of the old alcoholic.

Sword name is not intended!

That is to say, at the moment of the final attack, even the Chiba army itself did not know where it would stab.

It's just a few tenths of a second, maybe less.

You don't have time to blink, you can't breathe, your heart hasn't beat. From one heartbeat to the next, the gap between them - a shorter time.

Chiba's army disappeared from its original place and stabbed the old drunkard in the throat with a sword.

Yes, at the last minute, he finally got what he wanted.

Throat!

A sword stabs the throat!

Seal the Marquis with one sword!

The old drunk finally moved.

He rushed towards the thousand leaves army with a long stick. He left a shadow in place, and his body turned into nothingness.

He stabbed the Chiba department with a long stick in his hand in an ugly, seemingly rude manner.

The stick didn't even have a sharp head.

Their bodies pass by. Or two invisible shadows pass by.

It's just a change of position. It's just a change of mode of getting along. From being opposite to being opposite to being opposite.

Chiba Army stood in the position where the old wine ghost stood just now. The old wine ghost also stood in the footprints of Chiba army.

Then, all is still.

Their bodies gradually became clear, and became two living bodies instead of a vague shadow.

The gray sky is like whose black face, the white world is such a dream.

Two men with wide robes and large sleeves stand in a small independent courtyard. Because of its small size, it looks like they are tall and huge. Like the God of war, the king of ancient times.

The wood branch in the hand of the thousand leaves department is dripping blood water, one drop, two drops and three drops - the red blood water slowly melts a piece of snow on the ground.

The chest part of the grey robe on the old wine ghost was stained brown with blood. When the old wine ghost thought that his sword would stab his throat, the thousand leaves army turned to attack his chest again.

On the basis of that fast speed, there are few people in the world who can do it again.

The stick in the old wine ghost 's hand flew away and flew to the wooden door of the courtyard. It was like a long gun stuck in the middle of the wooden door plank. Half of the stick body didn' t go in, leaving only a short part exposed in the yard.

"Why?" The old drunk asked in a heavy voice.

"I lost to you twenty years ago." Said Chiba in a low voice. The voice is soft and gentle, like reluctant, like relief.

"That's the reason?"

"Twenty years later I lost to Fang Yan."

"That's the reason?"

"China is too strong." The thousand leaves army sighed and said: "the Chinese swordsmen are too powerful. Twenty years ago, I was ambitious to conquer China with Dongyang Kendo, and I was a powerful swordsman. Unfortunately, before I took that step, I was forced back by you. "

"Twenty years later, I summoned up my courage to move eastward again. It turned out to be even worse than the last time. In Huacheng, Fang Yan was defeated by an unknown generation. Fang Yan is a martial arts genius, and how many such talents in China? Even a young girl who is familiar with Fang Yan, with her talent and aptitude, will not be inferior to me in the future - "

" I still hope to lose in your hands. I hope I will come with a sword in the future, and I will be shamed by blood. However, seeing them, I really despair. There are too many talented people in China, and the young people in China are too powerful - such young men and girls hate that I don't have any in Dongyang. None. It's too unfair for God to treat us. "

"I've always been curious about the magic power of this land in China, and why can I feed my children so well and courageously? I live, and they see me as a God, as the hope of the eastern warlords. "

"I know in my heart that I am not their hope. I will only bring them illusory psychological comfort and a short dose of spiritual potion. This kind of psychological comfort and spiritual potion can deceive them, paralyze them - let them still have expectations and fantasies. I believe that one day, one day, I will bring them victory and glory. ""It's a terrible consequence. You fight dozens of islands in Dongyang with one sword. The scenery is boundless, and you completely trample on the dignity of Dongyang warriors. You have made the Chinese green dragon, but no one in the eastern warlords has dared to go ahead. Everyone is hiding in their own small home and licking the wound. Our generation has lost completely. What about the next generation? "

"When young people like Fang Yan really grow up, when he also becomes a sharp sword like you, when he also does what you did in those years, one man breaks into the East Ocean one by one - at that time, who can resist the young people in the East Ocean? Who can be the enemy? "

"The defeat of my generation brings the fear of the young generation. If the next generation of fighters lose, what kind of psychological impact will it have on the next generation of fighters? Every time you lose, morale drops. What's the morale of losing three times in a row? Where is the talent? Who will protect my people? Who will guard our country? "

Chiba's army coughed twice gently, covering his throat, and his hands were dyed red by the red blood.

Blood flowed from his fingers and drew a delicate abstract picture.

"Don't belittle the enemy, I really envy you - envy that you were born in this great China, envy that you have this black land under your feet. I envy you for your talents, for your pride and fearlessness - if Fang Yan is a Chinese. If Fang Yan is our country person how good? In that case, how can I go on this road? "

"Why?" Said the old drunk with a sigh. "To live is to have hope, to live is to see a longer-term future. To live is the most important thing. From the Chinese green dragon to the drunkard waste now, the tendons are broken and there is no hope to revive. The woman who loves you the most will leave you, and make your heart bog down, and fall to hell forever. Wake up for a day, then pain for a day. Think once, then sad once. I'm such a poor man. If I want to die, I don't know how many times I want to die. "

"You live because you still think." Chiba's Ministry of military said softly: I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that my old friends who were fashionable and famous in China would fall into such a situation. "Your channels are broken because you believe that it will break through the prison one day. Your favorite woman leaves you because you believe that she will come back one day or that she is always there. I'm alive. I really have no hope. Twenty years and twenty years, how many twenty years can I have? In the next 20 years, when I am gray headed, do I still have the courage to challenge the Chinese heroes with swords? At that time, I was afraid that I could not even carry the sword stably, right? "

"I'm alive. I can't save Dongyang Wudao. Only when I die can I make them despair completely. " Chiba's voice was very firm and said that he believed in the future he hoped for. "Only when one is most desperate can one break out of unimaginable potential. I believe in tens of millions of Oriental warriors, and I look forward to their future. I know that there will be countless young talents like Fang Yan among them - only in that way can we have the prosperity of Dongyang and the prosperity of our martial arts. "

"What regrets do you have?"

"Sorry?" After thinking about it, Chiba said, "I hope that I will not be praised by others in the next life. Because, up, there is no way down. I just want to be a swordsman. "

Chiba's body slowly knelt on the ground, then lay flat on all fours and fell into the snow nest.

The stick went through his belly, leaving a dark hole in it.

His white clothes were dyed red by the blood, and the snow on the ground was also dyed red by the blood. White clothes and white snow become red clothes and red snow.

Chiba opened his eyes to the sky above his head and said, "we don't have such a land in Dongyang, so I will bury myself here - I will turn myself into a handful of dust here, bless my people to have more athletes, and bless the prosperity of Dongyang's military."

"Please forgive my selfishness." Chiba said with a chuckle. "Because it's only in your hands that I'm truly free."

"I forgive you." Old wine ghost Wen Sheng said: "the strong are lonely, Fang Yan also needs to sharpen the opponent."

"We've said that whoever wins will toast to whom." Said Chiba with a smile. This smile comes from the heart, warm and peaceful.

The old drunk went to the corner of the wall and raised a big VAT to pour it up.

His face is full of wine, and his stomach is full of wine.

He poured the remaining half vat of liquor next to the head of the Chiba army. The Chiba army smelled the strong smell of liquor and closed its eyes with satisfaction.

Dongyang sword God qianyebing department, which fell down!