The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

"You are Miyamoto Musashi?! Great, I finally found you."

Nako Lulu had a look of surprise on her face.

Miyamoto Musashi raised his chin proudly: "You must have heard about my achievements, right? Let me tell you, our group came here to get rid of the blood race, take me to your hometown, and let that guy Di Jun pay blood for blood." pay."

Na Ke Lulu shook her head: "No, I promised Atong to send you a message for her."

"What did you say? Atong?" Miyamoto Musashi frowned slightly. He always felt that the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Na Ke Lulu: "That's right, it's your childhood sweetheart, Atong."

"Oh, so it's Atong!"

Miyamoto Musashi blinked and remembered.

Atong was Miyamoto Musashi's playmate when he was young, and the two had a good relationship, but later Miyamoto left the village in pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts, and since then he has not seen Atong again for more than 20 years.

It is estimated that she is now a wife and mother, and she still remembers my old friend.

Miyamoto Musashi recalled his childhood, and felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"Atong, she is doing well, what message did she ask you to pass?"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Nakorulu expectantly.

The eagle girl was silent for a while, then said, "...A Tong is dead."

"Dead? How did you die?"

Miyamoto Musashi was all over for a while, and his eyes lost focus for a while.

Nako Lulu: "It's the blood clan. The blood clan captured your hometown. When I arrived, she was dying and couldn't be saved. She asked me to send you a message, and she must avenge the folks."

Miyamoto Musashi froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Childhood hometown, childhood playmates, scenes of warm memories appeared in my mind, followed by being torn to pieces by a pair of bloody hands.

For a long time, his eyes were red, and he roared like a wild beast: "The blood race, the blood race again, Di Jun, I am at odds with you!!!"

After the roar, his voice was hoarse: "Where are the corpses of A Tong and the folks?"

Na Kelulu's face was heavy: "Many of them were eaten by the blood race, and I buried the rest under the old tree at the head of the village."

"Thank you."

Miyamoto Musashi thanked him softly, turned his head, and set off in the direction of his hometown with cold eyes.

He condemned himself in his heart.

Miyamoto, Miyamoto, if you hadn't been obsessed with the title of number one in the world, but stayed in your hometown, they might not have died at the hands of the blood race.

A Tong, forgive me for not being able to save the village, but I will definitely avenge your revenge.

I, Miyamoto Musashi, swear by a sword, not to kill Emperor Jun, and not to be a human being!

Jiang Ming and the others looked at each other and followed without saying a word.

The eagle girl looked at their silent but firm backs and said, "Can I be with you? I want to contribute too."

"of course can."

Jiang Ming turned his head and stretched out his palm towards her.

Chapter 177: Revenge of the Juggernaut

Na Ke Lulu's village is in the southernmost part of Fusang, and Jiang Ming guessed that Di Jun developed his blood clan power there, radiating northward a little bit.

Miyamoto Musashi's hometown was unfortunately recruited.

"Nakorulu, when did you meet Atong?"

With the master on his back, Jiang Ming turned to look at the silent girl.

Na Kelulu recalled for two seconds: "About three days ago, there were only low-level vampires in the village at that time, but the villagers were almost dead. I killed many vampires, and then buried the dead villagers, and then the village There were a lot of blood clans that I couldn't deal with, and I ran away."

Jiang Ming heard Miyamoto Musashi's heavy breathing and the clicking sound of clenching the handle of the knife.

Juggernaut flew straight to the south, and he could see a low mountain below. On the top of the mountain stood an ancient tree as thick as two people hugging each other.

"It's here, it's here!"

The girl and the uncle spoke at the same time.

Without waiting for the master to land, Miyamoto Musashi jumped off its back.

At a height of [-] meters, it was thrown like a cannonball.

Miyamoto Musashi looked sad, and stretched out his hand to caress the grave under the ancient tree.

The palms of these hands are extremely powerful, accompanied by the owner's military life, smashing countless enemies, and for the first time, he couldn't stop trembling.

"A Tong, I'm back."

Tears glistened in Miyamoto Musashi's eyes.

The woman Atong appeared in front of him, smiled sweetly at him as she did when she was a child, and then took out the pastry she stole from home: "Silly Miyamoto, is wooden sword so fun? Play from morning to night, come, eat some something."

Behind the dwarf mountain is the hometown of Miyamoto Musashi, a place without a name, without warriors, and without wealth.

But very peaceful.

In Miyamoto Musashi's childhood memories, no crimes have ever occurred here, and the villagers are honest and diligent in their little days.

"Di Jun, it's all your fault."

Miyamoto Musashi's face turned cold, and two blades, one long and one short, appeared in the palm of his hand at the same time.

Roaring and rushing down the mountain, like a beast out of the cage, he slammed into the village gate at the foot of the mountain.

boom!

Sawdust flying.

The blood clans who took root in the village looked at him at the same time.

They were shocked, in disbelief, and even a little terrified.

Why, the hostility in this human being is countless times stronger than that of our blood race.