Chapter 37 Section 15

The strong often have no group concept. In other words, people with strong self-centeredness have more practical power than half of the people, and spur themselves to embark on the path of becoming a strong Shura. Because of unavoidable conceit, because this kind of person's self-esteem is the most expensive, because of deep-rooted self-righteousness. This kind of person will rush forward impatiently as long as they see others walking in front. long time. Being strong becomes a kind of paranoia. Even if I lose my roots, I still want to bloom brilliantly. One incident after another, one misfortune after another, Tokyo fell into an unprecedented crisis.

Once upon a time, the threat posed by feticide now seems insignificant. However, good enemies are hard to find. Outside the nihilistic blacksmithing yard, a small, inconspicuous stove has been laid out to catch the sky. This kind of battle, at first glance, seems to be a very tough anger, declaring a hatred that should not be easily understood anyway.In fact, it was just a duel driven by a strong sixth sense. ——A fight that has nothing to do with the fate of this city. Whoever dies, who survives, that's all. Yawan sat cross-legged on the ground sadly, with a long knife on his lap, half-closed his eyes, as if in trance.

A hundred warriors of Ishimaru of the imperial guards meditate behind Ishimaru's sad heart, earnestly cultivating their minds. Over the past few decades, these one hundred Ishimaru warriors have practiced martial arts while looking at Imaru's sad back. Everyone has indescribable admiration for this vicissitudes of life swordsman who hardly speaks at ordinary times.Occasionally, this swordsman from Le Mian Seven Coffins would point out a hand at will, and these Imaru warriors were all ecstatic, learning desperately, hoping to exchange hard work and sweat for Imamaru's sadness and pointing out the next move.

But despite their admiration and prostration, none of them dared to say a word of flattery. Not because his deeply furrowed brows are always far away from others, but because of his sadness. No compliment is embarrassingly superfluous to a man who is very sad. finally. An unexplained earthquake made the little Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva guarding the entrance of the ironworks give up "a door". The air seemed to be dissolving, and light and color bent and collapsed in vibrations, pouring down at the feet of the warriors. The flame staggered and rolled out from the different space, burning the ground.

Out. Two people. Two men so strong that a hundred samurai swords would tremble in astonishment. Yawan was sad and still didn't move. The one hundred Ishimaru warriors who had been waiting for a long time slowly released their fighting spirit, and slowly picked up their swords and stood up. The enchantment has been opened, and the predicament is officially over. Looking at the two people walking out of the flames, a hundred Kibamaru warriors exuded steaming fighting spirit and surrounded them. An orderly formation, closely watching the two of them. "Brother Wu." Chen Musheng choked up.

"You are obviously older than me, so don't call me Brother Wu." Wu Tingjian looked around as if nothing had happened. "Yes, brother Wu." Chen Musheng looked at his dirty and dark hands: "I feel... I am really too strong! The internal force is continuously stimulated from the body, and many incredible moves are flying around in front of my eyes. Look It dazzled my eyes!" "..." "Ask me!" Chen Musheng shouted! "What?" Wu Tingjian was startled. "Ask me! Why did you become so strong!" Chen Musheng raised his head, very excited.

"...Hey, why have you become so strong?" Wu Tingji's eyes flicked past his eyes, staring straight at the man. The man's body was very light, as if being lifted up by the air slowly. With no distracting eyes in his eyes, he was looking down at Wu Tingji's violent shadow. "Work hard! Persevere in hard work!" Chen Musheng shed tears and snot. Wu Tingjian stared at Yawan sadly. Yawan walked over sadly and lightly, seeming like a ghost. Wu Tingjian's frantic shadow suddenly roared forward, and swept towards the shadows of the hundreds of Kibamaru warriors surrounding the two of them, all the warriors were terrified.Almost fell.But still don't know what's going on.

An astonishing aura, as if the shadow alone could crush a person to death. There was nothing wrong with the intuition of waiting. Finally met the opponent. Kimaru walked forward sadly, the knife on his waist was so long that it almost dragged on the ground. With one pair of feet, ignoring the hundred insignificant Kimaru samurai who were right in front of them, strode among the crowd. Every step is as peaceful as he is on the gurgling water, not hindering the fish from playing between his toes. The two hands naturally swing wildly on both sides of the body, and the tired birds can rest on the shoulders at any time.

The whole body is full of gaps, like walking in a valley. ... Take a walk, and then pick off two small daisies so plainly. Kimaru's sad hand slowly approached the handle of the long knife. Not fast, not slow... Wu Tingjian's shadow shrank into a small spot on the ground, and he was already leaping high in the air. At the same time, the dazed Chen Musheng jumped back as if flying, and was suddenly ten feet away. "You are! Kojiro Sasaki!" Chen Musheng shouted while jumping backwards. Kimaru's heartbroken, natural knife-drawing hand froze at the moment of holding the knife.

the name. It's been a long time... "This name has no value." Kimaru closed his eyes sadly, and held the handle of the knife stiffly. In the blink of an eye when the sword was drawn, a raging flame blatantly drew on the top of everyone's heads. Wu Tingjian looked up. Chen Musheng looked up. Yawan looked up sadly. A hundred Kibamaru samurai raised their heads. Japan Air Self-Defense Force, High Command. The strategist stared blankly at the little green dot on the radar. "The enemy...isn't there only one F22 left?" "How is that possible! All the twenty-four F22s sent out were wiped out!" The commander was shocked.

On the streets of Tokyo, millions of people looked up. A mere F22. Lonely iron eagle, sad spark. "Tokyo! Keep your eyes open!" A fighter jet rushing down the clouds at low altitude brought the first counterattack in the human world. Lei Li burst into tears.Press. "This is human courage!"