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As soon as Ishikawa Nobuyuki and others looked up, they saw a figure falling heavily from the sky.
Ishikawa Ken was thinking about how to gain strength when he heard someone say "catch it", so he subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the black shadow.
It's like when someone is on the phone and someone else hands them something, the person on the phone will definitely answer it.
Click~
Just as the black shadow fell into Ishikawa Ken's hand, the sound of broken bones suddenly rang out.
Before Ishikawa Ken could even scream in pain, he fell forward and his forehead hit the ground, causing blood to flow from his head.
"Jian!"
Ishikawa Nobuyuki screamed and rushed over. Before he could ask about the condition of his precious son's injuries, he saw the face of the black shadow that had just fallen from the sky.
He was stunned.
"Aoyama Yohei?"
Yes.
The black shadow that fell from the sky was Yohei Aoyama, who had disappeared since the beginning of the battle.
After hearing the incredulous voice of Ishikawa Nobuyuki, Die moved her head with difficulty to look at Aoyama Yohei under Ishikawa Ken.
"You are such a waste."
Die slowly closed her eyes, not wanting to see Aoyama Yohei's miserable condition anymore, and just said bitterly.
"I've already let you, this piece of trash, leave."
At this moment, Yohei Aoyama is no longer as calm as he was before, and he doesn't seem to be indifferent even when facing his own death.
Now his face was filled with pain and hideousness, and he only wanted to pursue death.
Because his whole body was covered with marks of being burned by the red flames, with extensive burns.
Both hands and feet had been completely burned by the flames, and only the burn marks could be seen on the wounds of the broken arms.
If Xiao Zizai saw Aoyama Yohei's condition here, he would definitely make a comment.
“It’s a pretty good work of art. It would be even more beautiful if it were decorated with flames.”
Only for these perverts, this state can be called a work of art, but for others it is not a work of art.
After seeing Aoyama Yohei in such a miserable state, Zhang Chulan frowned and looked up at the sky.
As expected, I saw the Suzaku flying in the sky.
“How cruel!”
Hearing Zhang Lingyu's sigh beside him, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but nodded, but when he thought about what Aoyama Yohei had done, he didn't know what to say.
"This is indeed too tragic and too cruel. But there is nothing we can do. Who dared this guy to touch Sister Suzaku's reverse scale?"
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Zhang Lingyu stopped talking.
All living things that exist in this world have reverse scales, just like him.
Everyone in Longhu Mountain is Zhang Lingyu's Achilles' heel.
The same goes for Zhang Chulan. He may not care much about himself, but if someone dares to hurt Feng Baobao.
He would go crazy on the spot and do everything he could to kill anyone who hurt Feng Baobao.
They felt pity for the miserable state of Yohei Aoyama, but that was all they felt.
The Vermillion Bird slowly descended from the sky.
He glanced at Su Mo's back and calmly asked Zhang Chulan about the current situation.
Zhang Chulan would naturally not hide anything and told Zhuque everything he knew.
"I see, the battle is almost over."
Suzaku nodded, and then spoke.
"I spared the life of that fake scumbag and didn't let him die in the flames. From now on, I will leave it to you, Nadutong."
"Sister Suzaku."
Seeing Zhang Chulan's cautious expression, Suzaku said simply.
"Do whatever you want with him. No need to ask me again. I am already very satisfied with his current state. It would be extremely painful for him to live a few more seconds in this world."
"That's fine."
Zhang Chulan nodded.
After the conversation, Zhang Chulan asked several ordinary employees of Nadutong who had been following them to come forward, tie up all the people, and send them back to the bunker.
Those who need treatment should be treated, and those who should be guinea pigs should be guinea pigs.
I believe that everyone in the bunker will welcome these prisoners very much.
After this battle, the bunker had a rich harvest and it is estimated that there will be no shortage of mice in the next few months.
Chapter 323: Conquering the Sword Spirit
In an illusory space.
This is the territory of the demon sword Hirumaru.
Every demon who wants to control the demon sword Hirumaru will enter this area and confront the sword spirit.
So as to steal the power of the demon sword.
At this time, the Hirumaru area was not empty.
There are two people confronting each other now, and one of them is Yusuke Harada, the one whom Butterfly placed her hopes on.
The other person was wearing a white training suit and exuding a black sword spirit.
He is the master of this world.
The two of them didn't know what was going on and were staring at each other.
The look in his eyes seemed to create sparks in the air, and there was a low pressure in the air, making people feel depressed.
Yusuke Harada was furious.
"Hirumaru, why, why don't you want to submit to me? You should be able to feel my power! All the masters you have served before, combined, are definitely not as powerful as me alone!"
"As long as you submit to me, there is no place in this big world that we dare not go to."
After hearing this, the sword spirit, which was filled with dark aura, suddenly became violent.
A cold voice that seemed to come from hell rang out in this space.
"powerful?"
"With your strength, can you be called powerful?"
"Without swordsmanship, sword skills, or even swordsmanship, how can a character like you be qualified to control Hirumaru!"
"You are only fit to be my puppet!"
Hearing this, Harada Yusuke was so angry that he laughed. What does it mean to be against the will of heaven?
This is called the reversal of Tiangang!
A mere dead soul, a mere broken sword, actually wanted to control a living human being like him! ?
Or a swordsman?
If he really becomes the other party's puppet, he can quit the group. It's too embarrassing.
He laughed wildly.
"Poor evil spirit, there is an old saying in the Celestial Empire, have you heard of it?"
"Ancient words?"
"Yeah, that sentence is, the one who is the West West, Wei Junjie!"
After saying this, he immediately rushed towards the evil spirit, and his raised fist had not yet hit the evil spirit.
He was slapped to the ground by the evil spirit.
Yusuke Harada screamed and rolled on the ground, rolling about three meters away.
If this happened in reality, several teeth would probably fly out.
Something was wrong, something was very wrong, the evil spirit in front of him was so fierce! He, the sword holder, couldn't even defeat a broken sword!
The evil spirit said disdainfully when he saw Yusuke Harada lying on the ground.
"I really don't understand what the Xixiwuzhe Wei Junjie means, but you want to sneak attack such a weak person? You are simply dreaming!"
Done.
He walked towards Harada Yusuke, wanting to use the magic sword to forcibly control his body so that he could fight a life-and-death battle with the swordsman.
Fulfill your dreams.
When he was halfway there, he stopped and looked at the empty space in front of him.
Because the space there was twisting and changing at this moment, as if something was trying to squeeze in.
suddenly.
‘Click~’
Like the sound of breaking glass, the space that had been constantly changing was suddenly torn apart by a pair of large hands, revealing a pitch-black crack.
Just looking at it makes one feel cold all over.
Then a figure walked directly in from the crack, sighing.
"This place is really hard to enter. The prerequisite is that you must touch the broken knife to enter, otherwise you can't locate the place."
The Blacksmith's Sword Soul stopped, and his expression could be seen with the naked eye to have changed drastically.
His disdain for Harada Yusuke instantly changed to solemnity towards Su Mo.