After a glance, I came to Yanan's small villa area.

There were a group of ninjas in black lying on the ground. In Xing Aotian's position, Yanan was standing behind him. Around him, ten ninjas in black scrubbed into semicircles with swords.

Xing Aotian had been hit by more than ten times, although it was not fatal, but because of excessive blood loss, his body was extremely weak and his face was pale. Only the cold saber hung alone in his hand. One side of the saber was a sharp blade and the other side was a serrated one.

Blood - drips down the blade.

One drop...two drops...three drops...

The saber stubbornly confronted a man with long hair shawls. The man was wearing a black warrior uniform. Before the long sword was unsheathed, Xing Aotian could already feel the breathtaking murderous aura. The long haired man did not move, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared at Xing Aotian, just like a hunter staring at his prey.

Although it was already the last place for a strong bow, Xing Aotian's body was still tense and did not leave any flaws for his opponent.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him without any warning - Ouch! It turned out that Yanan accidentally stepped on a stone and sprained her ankle. Just when Xing Aotian was in a state of confusion, the long-haired man moved.

As fast as lightning, he rushed towards Xing Aotian who was seriously injured.

I felt a cold light flash in front of me, and the dazzling light forced Xing Aotian to instinctively squint his eyes. A sharp blade, which was like a bent bow, quietly slashed at his neck.

This knife gave Xing Aotian only one feeling - it was so fast that it was incredibly fast. At this time, the speed of swinging he only saw in his life.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Xing Aotian gritted his teeth and instead rushed forward, the saber facing the oncoming samurai sword.

Sabre vs. Katana!

Xing Aotian's tough body held a refreshing sword, facing the fierce attack of the long-haired swordsman. The two swords intersected, sparking a spark.

Xing Aotian's bloodthirsty eyes were staring at the beast-like eyes of the long-haired swordsman. Both of them added force again.

The sound of metal friction is endless.

Relying on his physical strength, the long-haired swordsman turned the sword strangely, and the samurai sword slicked Xing Aotian's shoulders with a cold sword. A bloody red thrust was blown away, and a bloody red remained on the samurai sword.

The two figures passed by. A new wound was added to Xing Aotian's body.

Yanan was shocking to see it. Although she had seen Zhao Ziyue and the rogue swordsman Hong Feng, both of them were just right at that time. They had murderous aura but no hostility, and had victory or defeat but no blood. Today, this group of black-clothed ninjas that can only be seen in movies will appear in reality. Their goal is very obvious, it is themselves. But why did this middle-aged man appear and protect himself in time? Who sent him? Her husband? Impossible! He doesn't have that much energy, who would it be?

Just as Yanan was thinking about it, Xing Aotian had already used a few moves with the long-haired swordsman.

The long-haired swordsman was surprised that this middle-aged man who had shed so much blood actually had such energy. He couldn't help but pay more attention to Xing Aotian.

The sword moves hard, and every time Xing Aotian shoots, he has the style of hurting the enemy by hurting himself by 800. The long-haired swordsman has only physical strength and is very sharp when he uses his sword, but it only causes some skin injuries to Xing Aotian.

With the sword in his hand swung wildly, Xing Aotian seemed to have returned to his glorious years of joining the army. He and his comrades were bloodthirsty to kill the enemy, and broke through the enemy camp and returned the song. What a heart-wrenching picture. What a cute comrade! You just left in a hurry, and some of them didn't even have their names left. They were also a group of inhumane Japanese samurai against the enemy.

Poor comrades, after their sacrifice, the country did not even give them a medal. At that time, the whole team was 28, and they were the only ones who survived. But they could not do anything for them. Every time they thought of Xing Aotian, they would be unable to sleep all night. They recalled the scene of their enemies facing each other in their minds.

"I just hope that my motherland can love us like we love her! Although we are abandoned... but! As long as the motherland needs it! As long as the motherland is calling! We are still willing to die generously. This is my dignity as a soldier. This is our entire team, the oath to the Republic forever!"

——This is the bold words yelled by thousands of officers and soldiers under the national flag when Xing Aotian was discharged from the army. On the spot, thousands of officers and soldiers cried silently.

After giving the last solemn salute, Xing Aotian left the military camp with tears.

Retired from the army and do not fade.

He has been looking for opportunities to seek justice for his brothers and restore his merits one day. So many years have passed, just as he is about to be completely despair, Zhao Ziyue appears, with the same passionate blood, killing the Japanese, and exerting the sword for his brothers. He feels that the long-lost soldiers' blood has been resurrected again.

When he learned that Zhao Ziyue was a member of the National Special Forces' Supreme Remediation System of the Sharp Knife Special Forces, he felt that he had found hope, which almost made him sleepless for three days and three nights. He wanted to use Zhao Ziyue's power to help his brother seek justice, even if he lost his life.

Another stab was taken. Xing Aotian smiled grimly, and the stab actually aroused the last trace of potential in his body.

Brothers, I'm about to come down to accompany you, wait for me!

——Xing Aotian silently recited in his heart. The sword in his hand opened and closed, with no rules at all, and it was completely a way of fighting. For a moment, the forced long-haired swordsman parried and retreated step by step.

The sword! The domineering of all soldiers! The domineering spirit! The world is open! Swallow the sky and the moon!

Unlike the weird swordsman of a long-haired swordsman, Xing Aotian's sword opened and closed, and he was completely a fierce move of a pointed-pointed tiles and a head-on battle.

Now Xing Aotian has completely entered a state of selflessness. He only has a knife in his hand, only endless resentment and endless murderous intent in his heart.

In the distance, ten black-clothed ninjas were ready to move, but without the master's orders, they did not dare to act rashly. They had to stand aside from a distance and scoop the formation.

Xing Aotian's only thought of now was that he hoped that Zhao Ziyue could arrive here before he died. Because he felt that he could not hold on for long. He saved his life to protect Zhao Ziyue's woman. He only hoped that Zhao Ziyue would see the letter he left to Zhao Ziyue in his room. He hoped that he could restore his reputation for his brothers in the future, which was the reputation they deserved.

He forced the long swordsman to attack again. Xing Aotian had already exhausted his strength and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly. The long haired swordsman turned his blade and walked around the saber in his hand. A urgency of cold air with a shining sword light swung towards Xing Aotian's neck.

Xing Aotian smiled. He could finally die in the battlefield like a soldier. He deserves his brother and his motherland!
Chapter completed!