Dr. Jishihurensen

The person who came was wearing a plain kimono, and a pair of green eyes fell on the person in the middle of the room.

"Too aggressive."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's voice was calm, his eyes fell on the person on the ground for a moment, he avoided the position of the corpse, and stood in the pool of blood.

Fukuchi Sakurachi stood in the middle of the damaged human body, touched the back of her head and smiled heartily at Fukuzawa Yukichi. "Oh, it's impossible."

As he spoke, he squeezed the two fingers of the opponent's sword together, and the weapon held by the opponent's two hands broke in response.

The person holding the weapon in both hands obviously did not expect such a development. His hand holding the weapon vigorously was empty, and subconsciously leaned back, avoiding the broken blade randomly thrown by Fukuji Sakurachi.

There are obviously no wounds on his body, but when he moves, he still subconsciously avoids excessive waist movements.

Fukuzawa Yukichi obviously noticed this, fixed his eyes on him, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you the death squad that was just resurrected?"

The man who attacked Fukuchi Sakurachi had short rust-red hair. Although his expression was vigilant, his posture was very stiff. It seemed that he subconsciously avoided movement after being injured. intact skin.

"You lackeys of foreigners."

He didn't answer Fukuzawa Yukichi's words, but took a deep breath, avoided Fukuchi Sakurachi who obviously didn't take him seriously, and attacked in the direction of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Fukuji Sakurachi didn't intend to help at all, and looked back at Fukuzawa Yukichi, showing a smile that was big enough to see eight teeth.

"You've been underestimated, Fukuzawa."

"Don't speak at this time."

Words didn't affect Fukuzawa Yukichi's action. The knife around his waist appeared in his palm like a phantom, and the person who had just fought back just rushed over and retreated at a faster speed than before.

Fukuzawa Yukichi swung his saber in the air, watching the man completely defy common sense, his body was moving forward, but his body was moving towards Fukuchi Sakura, who was facing away from them.

Fukuji Sakurachi is lighting a cigarette.

It's no wonder that he treats this person lightly, because his existence itself represents strength.

The man's actions were obviously without warning, and there was no common sense at all. Facing the full blow of the unsuspecting Sakurachi, he just chopped off the cigarette in his hand.

A little spark fell to the ground, and Fukuchi Sakurachi leaned back, and the short stubble rose up with his movements, and even a single beard was not cut off.

"Huh, so dangerous, so dangerous!"

As Fukuji Sakurachi said this, the knife was drawn out with his right hand at some point.

Like a howitzer, the man was hit hard against the opposite wall.

The iron wall made a sound like a bell, and the man slid along the wall and fell to the ground slowly.

"Well, the response is not bad. Although they are just mixed soldiers with different abilities, it seems that there is still value for training."

Fukuchi Sakurachi took two steps forward, and stretched out her hand to the man who was sitting in a pool of blood on the ground in front of her.

"I said, do you want to join the Hound?"

The broken sword in the man's hand with rust-red hair had been knocked away during the battle with Fukuji Sakurachi just now, and if he hadn't reacted fast enough to bounce himself away with supernatural powers, he would have been left with nothing but half.

But even in the face of a strong man of this level, he has no intention of showing weakness.

His left hand was behind his back, in a very strange posture, as if it had been broken, while his right hand waved towards Fukuchi Sakurachi without hesitation.

"Shut up, I won't be with you foreign lackeys!"

A "pop" sound followed his words.

The man sitting in the corner was stunned, Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously wanted to step forward, but just now, Fukuji Sakurachi who was punched in the chin without hesitation directly lowered his head.

He looked at the man in front of him, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from him.

Endless killing intent, accompanied by bloody wind and rain, came overwhelmingly from this arrogant man in front of him.

For a moment, the man sitting in the corner suddenly had the illusion that Shura Hell was unfolding in front of him, he couldn't breathe continuously, and the congestion in his chest seemed to be pressed towards his chest.

He opened his mouth uncontrollably and vomited out a large amount of blood.

The atmosphere was chilled for a moment.

But in just a moment, the serious atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Fukuchi Sakurachi held the metal thorn that was stabbing towards her when he suddenly let go of the pressure with one hand, and laughed loudly with one hand on her hip.

"Hahahahahaha, boy, I've taken a fancy to you, join our hounds! Well, I've already made up my mind, so don't think too much about it!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand in the direction of the red-haired man.

The pupils of the man with ochre-red hair shrank slightly, and his left arm, which was supposed to be bent like a miracle, took out the object he had been hiding behind him all the time, and cut diagonally towards Fukuji Sakurachi's upper body.

Fukuchi Sakura's idiot smile was truly frozen at this moment.

Behind him, Fukuzawa Yukichi's sword was like a wolf's fangs, biting his blade tightly.

The last Jedi attack was also stopped.

Fukuchi Sakurachi's hand landed on the rust-red haired man's head, and he pulled the other's hair, forcing him to raise his head and look at him.

"Hey, I've expressed my kindness so many times, but I still refuse to accept it, so can I understand that you are ready to die?"

The man with rust-red hair was dragged by the head, and most of his body was lifted up. His hands couldn't help clasping the big hand that was holding his skull.

However, Fukuji Sakurachi has undergone a terrifying body transformation in order to obtain higher combat power. His hands cannot be opened by ordinary people, not even those with supernatural abilities.

"Genichiro!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi noticed the man's pain and frowned to stop him.

Fukuchi Sakurachi raised her head and glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi, and smiled brightly again.

"Ahaha, I'm so sorry, I almost ignored our mission."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again, looked at the man who had to look up, and smiled.

"The teleporter and the angel are here, right?"

As he spoke, his knife pointed to the wall that the man had been leaning against behind him.

"Obviously you retreated fast enough to avoid my attack just now, so that you can break through this wall, or you can simply use it to protect yourself with supernatural powers, but you would rather hurt yourself than make this wall intact What is the reason?"

"Also, this is the first time I've seen a shrine made of metal."

Saying so, Fukuchi Sakurachi leaned over and lowered his head, his smile made the man who had been on the verge of death all this time without any fear subconsciously clenched his teeth.

"you guessed wrong."

"is it?"

Saying that, Fukuji Sakurachi's sword had been pulled out and sheathed again.

There was a slight metallic hum, and a trace of dust suddenly fell from the top of the three of them.

And as the ash fell, the originally flat iron wall burst open.

quiet--

In the quiet, quiet base, the only sound that made any noise at this moment was the rustling dust.

Fukuchi Sakura looked at the pitch-black emptiness behind the opened space, and was silent for a moment.

After a while, he stroked the back of his head and turned his head.

"Oh, Fukuzawa, I seem to have guessed wrong."

Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed, just as he was about to step forward, he saw Fukuchi Sakurachi turn around, put his hand on the handle of the knife again, and drew the knife, moving instantly.

"The reason why you have been staying on this wall is not because they are behind you. On the contrary, he should be in front of you. You are worried that our battle will hurt him, right?"

Before Liyuan Natsuki had time to stop him, Fukuchi Sakurachi's knife had already retracted into its sheath.

Even Fukuzawa Yukichi changed his face, looking at the space that was suddenly cut open, showing disapproval.

"It's too risky, what if I hurt the child!"

Fukuchi Sakurachi grinned, "Angel of Death, how can you not heal such a small injury as a cut in the waist?"

And after his saber light fell, the wall collapsed silently.Behind the dark space, the young girl raised her head with tears all over her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm here, so please don't hurt him any more."

Fukuchi Sakurachi raised her head, looked at Fukuzawa Yukichi beside her, and showed a bright smile, "Look, as I said, she is here."

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On the other side, the underground that no one pays attention to.

Yosano Akiko put her arms around her knees, showing a worried expression.

"Well, is he really all right over there?" Akiko didn't say whether he was referring to Mori Ogai or Tachihara Natsuki.

Seri Komiya retracted her ears from the ground, and looked back at Akiko Yosano.

"It's okay, they will definitely come back alive. After all, they will die when they can see their families soon, so even if they have reached Santuchuan, they will crawl back because they are unwilling? Don't worry."

Saying that, Seri Komiya patted Yosano Akiko's head with her hand.

Akiko put her arms around her knees quietly, waiting for the next arrangement.

All this was planned by Dr. Sen, she just needs to listen.

Thinking of this, she squeezed her skirt tightly.

After hearing a loud vibration, Seri Komiya showed joy on his face.

"Okay, it's about time, get ready, Akiko, we're leaving."

Yosano Akiko hesitated for a moment, then nodded.