Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

The journey of xanxus to Pengo Lie's headquarters was not smooth.Because it didn't take long before he encountered obstacles from the forces of this era.

Probably because he knew that ordinary methods could not stop him, so no one in this world tried to waste time or sent some miscellaneous fish to delay the time.

Xanxus soon confronted the guardians of the world.

The first one to arrive was Takeshi Yamamoto who was nearby. In his hand was the Shigure Kintoki which had already been unsheathed. The blade was glowing with cold light, and the blue flame spread like a stream of water.

Takeshi Yamamoto stood in front of xanxus and blocked his way.

The black-haired swordsman didn't have much expression on his face, his eyes drooped slightly, and there seemed to be something in the brown eyes, but they quickly suppressed them.

Xanxus obviously didn't intend to chat with him, he seemed to have noticed something, with an arrogant and wanton smile on his face, he looked down at the black-haired swordsman standing below.

He raised the gun in his hand without hesitation.

Boom!

The flame roared towards Takeshi Yamamoto like a wild beast, as if it was going to devour everything, the scorching heat burned and distorted the surrounding air.

The blue flame like water flow was blocked in front of Shigure Kintoki. Takeshi Yamamoto held the handle of the knife with his backhand, and the flame of rain that washed the battlefield like moistening rain formed a barrier in front of him, allowing the too violent Huo Huo was forced to calm down, stagnating within a step or two in front of his eyes.

Why would Aang do this?

Is there anything special about the xanxus in front of you?

Takeshi Yamamoto thought so, only by thinking hard can he barely keep his consciousness clear, otherwise he might be swallowed up by those pictures soon.

Their state is not suitable for fighting, Ah Gang should also know that.Ah Gang would never do something that would put them in danger.

unless……

Takeshi Yamamoto's center of gravity was slightly lowered, his feet moved slightly, and he moved and collected his strength in one go, avoiding the flames passing by, and rushed towards xanxus with the flames, but he came in front of xanxus in an instant.

Avoiding the muzzle of the gun sideways, swinging the knife, the blue flame formed a half-arc in the air, with the cold sharpness of the blade, flashing past xanxus' eyes.

"Tsk." Xanxus' gun muzzled downwards, dodging the blow with the help of the impact of the flames.

Ten years later, Takeshi Yamamoto's strength was indeed beyond his imagination, but what was even more irritating was that the guy in front of him didn't even want to fight seriously.

Looking at each other for a moment just now, xanxus understood that the guy in front of him was the same as the vaulting horse just now.

There's no point in fighting either.

However, running away is certainly not his style.

Xanxus raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Takeshi Yamamoto, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious.

As long as all the garbage in the way is removed, no one will hinder him.

What Xanxus did was within Yi's expectation, he looked at everything on the screen, his face remained unchanged, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.

Sawada Tsunayoshi has not appeared so far, do you think it is not necessary?Or because...the injury hasn't healed yet.

If it is the latter, it is more likely to be this world.

If so, add more ingredients.

One's fingertips moved slightly, and Sawada Tsunayoshi on the opposite side only looked at the picture on the screen, worried about his companion, but didn't find anything yet.

screen,

Takeshi Yamamoto's movements paused, his face was slightly stagnant, and for a moment, he seemed to be a little suffocated, his eyes slowly opened wide, he passed through the flame that was almost rushing to his eyes, as if he saw the flame that had appeared in his mind since just now In the scene, Mingming was temporarily suppressed by him.

It was in a somewhat strange place.

Desolate and lonely, at first glance, it seems that there are only yellow sand and stones, and all kinds of strange weapons and fallen corpses are scattered around.

Who are those people, neither in the memory of the previous life nor in this life.There seemed to be strange patterns on their bodies, and they fell in that wasteland.

And standing in front of them, standing in the middle of them was a familiar brown-haired young man, far thinner and paler than they knew, his suit was a little torn from the battle, and his arms and waist were covered with bruises. There were scars that seemed to be cut and pierced by something, and bright red blood continued to ooze out, making the suit in that place even darker.

There is no vitality and vitality in that place, only the sky is still clear and clean blue.

The breathing of the brown-haired young man was a little weak, but there was a relaxed smile on his face, as if some heavy burden had been lifted, and the lingering melancholy seemed to be condensed for a long time and could not be dispelled.He raised his head and seemed to be looking at the sky, the slightly long hair on his forehead blocked his brown eyes,

His body swayed slightly, and he seemed to be a little unstable. The surrounding gunpowder smoke was slowly dissipating, and the black blood and corpses scattered all over the ground were shocking.His hands trembled a little, and the gloves on his hands had already retreated from the familiar white plush gloves, and on his wrists and his exposed neck, there were still some ambiguous marks that shouldn't have appeared.

Finally, as if he couldn't hold on anymore, he slowly fell backwards.

Takeshi Yamamoto subconsciously reached out to catch him, but it passed through his body without any surprise.

As if it had happened in real life, watching him fall and die, his heart was suddenly clenched, as if it was empty for a moment, and the wind whizzed through.

The leader he had been protecting died just like that.

Out of sight of all of them.

In that life, on the "battlefield" that their foolish big space had built a long time ago.

And according to past memories, I'm afraid... escaped from their hands.

He escaped to the "battlefield", blocked all the invading enemies by himself, and finally died in this strange place.

Takeshi Yamamoto's pupils shrank slightly, and the flame of anger in front of him was getting closer, but he could no longer see it.

His hands trembled slightly, his heart twitched unconsciously, some kind of anger and fear gradually spread to his limbs,

Ah Gang died because of them in the previous life.

wrong.

Ah Gang didn't blame them until the end... It's obvious that he can leave it alone.

None of that is true.

Obviously just let them be killed by the invaders at that time, those guys did such an excessive thing to A Gang.

No, it is absolutely impossible for them to do those things. It is impossible for him to treat Ah Gang...

The struggle and shouting in my heart became smaller and smaller, as if being gradually suppressed, the self-blame in my mind, as well as the hatred for everyone in the previous life and "Takeshi Yamamoto" gradually gained the upper hand.

What were you doing when Ah Gang was fighting in front.

Leave the boss on his own adventure, what the hell are you doing.

What have you done to A Gang? ! ! !

Finally, Takeshi Yamamoto lowered his hand slowly, and the Shigure Jinshi in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. He stood there calmly, watching the flames getting closer and closer, and slowly closed his eyes, as if welcoming the flames. Like the death that finally arrived, he relaxed, and there was no longer any escape,

Next second,

boom!

The figure of Takeshi Yamamoto was completely swallowed by the flames of anger.