The monk of the way of beauty

Chapter 220 The Gap

"It's about the same for you, Noburou-kun. No one with ambition is willing to stay in the mainland for more than ten years like you." Yazhixuan's chair slowly turned around, and he looked at Mori Noburou with indifference. Said, "Like a mouse."

Since Tewakai Murakami became self-reliant, aspiring young people like Ya Zhixuan have left their homeland to develop overseas, with the intention of breaking away from the control of the local Presbyterian Church just like Murakami.

Over the past few years, although no one has succeeded on his own, through everyone's efforts, the control of the local branches of the Council of Elders has weakened a lot.Especially in the Nissin Society, at the same time that the self-reliance decision was made, Ya Zhixuan had already removed all the insiders of the Presbyterian Church that had been investigated a long time ago, which shows how long he has been preparing for this matter.

Ya Zhixuan's words seemed to stab the greatest pain in Mori Xinlang's heart. A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and at the same time he said coldly: "I would like to thank you more, Xinxuan-kun, if you didn't interrupt me back then legs, and I'm not going to wag my tail like a dog in front of those old guys."

"Really, is there such a thing? Why can't I see anything wrong with you?" Yashida Shingen, who later changed his name to Yazhigen, smiled meaningfully and looked at Mori Shinro's eyes leg.

"Of course you can't see it. The elders used extremely scarce self-healing potions to restore me to the original. You can't imagine what kind of pain and torture I have experienced." Mori Noburo said through gritted teeth. After his legs were broken by Ya Zhixuan, it took half a month to bring him back to the mainland.

However, at that time, his dislocated leg bones had begun to heal, but in order to restore the original appearance, Mori Shinro did not hesitate to break his legs again, and then recovered after using the self-healing potion.

So far, the scene of breaking his own legs with his own hands is still vivid in his mind. Every time he thinks of that scene, Mori Shinro feels his legs suddenly start to ache. It is this pain that has kept him in love with Yazhixuan for more than ten years Therefore, when he saw the opportunity to completely defeat Yazhixuan, Mori Noburo decisively abandoned all his local foundations, and brought his men to Los Angeles, vowing to destroy Yazhixuan.

"No wonder you are so bold to come to trouble me, it turns out there are elders behind you!" Ya Zhixuan glanced at Mori Noburo up and down, and said contemptuously.

"You!" Mori Xinlang tightened his brows and was about to curse, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and all the anger on his face suddenly disappeared.

With a slight chuckle, Mori Noburo shook his head and said, "Mr. Xinxuan, when did you become so wordy? If you have anything to say, you can talk about it in hell, come on!"

As soon as Mori Shinro waved his hand, countless elite ninjas and samurai rushed out from the big hole behind, and killed Mori Shinro and Kujo Kiyomasa.

In a trance, Mori Noburo quietly disappeared in place, a cold murderous intent filled the room, piercing the induction of Yazhixuan and Kujo Kiyomasa like needles, but he couldn't find where it was. , making people very uncomfortable.

But Ya Zhixuan has been running the Yazhi Building for so many years, how easy is it to press a red button on the desk, and immediately behind him, two Gatling heavy machine guns fell from the ceiling, countless The bullets swept towards the ninja in black.

"Thuk Thuk"!The sudden appearance of the Gatling heavy machine gun inflicted huge damage on Mori Noburo's men. In less than ten seconds, more than ten people were killed or injured and fell to the ground.

However, the effect of the heavy machine guns was only that. Two snow-white blades of light suddenly shot up, cutting the two heavy machine guns in half.

At this time, Mori Noburo's subordinates continued to pour in from the outside, attacking Yazhixuan and Kujo Kiyomasa.

At this moment, Kiyoshi Kujo jumped at the ninjas and samurai who were attacking without even thinking about it. The long knife in his hand brought bloody rays of light in the crowd. After fighting for a moment, all the people who fell to the ground were Mori Noburo's subordinates. Similarly, Kujo There were more than a dozen wounds of different depths on Qingzheng's body, and he stood on the spot panting with a long knife.

The figure swayed, and Ya Zhixuan appeared next to Kujo Qingzheng in a flash, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, Qingzheng, you go back first, let me trust you to decide the outcome."

"Yes, President!" Kujo Kiyoshi took the opportunity to step back a few steps, leaning against the desk behind and panting.At the same time, he took out several pills from his bosom, swallowed them without thinking, and the wound on his body miraculously stopped bleeding not long after.

If Ling Xiao were here, he would definitely be able to find that what Jiutiao Qingzheng used was the pills that he himself sold to Qin Ming, and these pills have now appeared in Jiutiao Qingzheng's hands. The meaning of this is worth pondering!

"Xin Lang-kun, please!" Ya Zhixuan stood there, and when he turned around, he grabbed a long knife with a black sheath inlaid with gold threads.

Noburou Mori appeared in the middle of the crowd. He was the one who cut off the barrels of the two heavy machine guns just now. It was precisely because of this that he was targeted by Yashigen, and he couldn't find a chance to kill Kiyomasa Kujo in a sneak attack.

Shaking his head slightly, Mori Noburo said with a relaxed expression: "Mr. Xinxuan, although I have worked hard to practice sword skills every day for more than ten years, I know that I am not as talented as you in sword skills. Therefore, today You also blame me for winning with more."

Some shameless words were spoken outrightly by Mori Noburou, and even his face did not change at all. With a light wave of his hand, the ninja and samurai behind him rushed towards Yashixuan again, and Mori Noburo hid again. Among the crowd, the cold murderous intent wandered through the crowd, until his old opponent, Ya Zhixuan, was sharpened.

"Hehe! I still underestimate you, Mr. Xinlang!" Ya Zhixuan looked at the many ninjas and samurai rushing towards him, and shook his head slightly. The knife light suddenly rose, and the blood radiated like a waterfall. Each head was cut off by Yazhixuan landed.Ya Zhixuan's movements are very simple, chopping, chopping and sweeping. Killing is always done with one knife, one knife goes down, no matter who is standing in front of him, it will definitely be cut in two, and no one can hide.

Hiding in the crowd, Mori Noburou couldn't help but sink in his heart when he saw this scene. Although he had already overestimated Yashigen's ability, Yashigen's martial arts level still exceeded his expectations.

At this time, Noburo Mori had no choice but to take action, and his subordinates had already been killed and injured to a considerable extent. If this continues, even if Noburo Mori could successfully kill Yazhixuan in the end, he would not have enough manpower to run Los Angeles. territory.

"Back!" Although he yelled coldly, the pale Pi Lian rolled towards the chosen neck, and the ninjas and samurai under Mori Shinro immediately backed away.

Although there were not many fluctuations in their hearts, Ya Zhixuan's figure like a god and demon was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The snow-white sword light and the pale horses continuously intersected in mid-air, and the occasional blows were accompanied by bloody flashes. After three or five breaths, with a muffled shout, a figure quickly retreated, It was Mori Noburo who came for the attack.

I saw a deep wound on his chest and back, and the blood gushed out continuously, but what was surprising was that the wound on his body was creeping towards the middle, although it looked extremely slow, but It is indeed healing itself.

"I didn't expect you to do such a transformation." Ya Zhixuan put his sword back into its sheath, and sighed slightly, but he was not unscathed, at least a thin line of blood on his throat revealed the life and death crisis in the previous moment.

"That's better than you." Mori Shinro, who looked embarrassed, said with a sneer, "On this day next year, I will prepare a sacrifice for you."

(End of this chapter)