The person who came was obviously a higher-level being than the horse-faced lazy man. He had a better navy blue martial arts uniform. He was strong and strong. He had a Katana on his waist. He held his neck high. When he saw the horse-faced lazy man's death, he couldn't help but angrily reprimanded:
"You bastard, you let a kid kill you.
Capture them and dedicate them to Brother Pu Hua!"
The leader, who was wearing a navy blue martial arts uniform and carrying a sword at his waist, saw Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku following He-El, and thought that these children had gathered together to take revenge.
They have captured a lot of children recently, and many have escaped, but this is the first time they have seen one who dared to come back and kill someone. These children are really lawless, and even they Fukahana Society dare to resist.
"Yes, brother Dongdu!" The five people answered quickly, crossed over to Dongdu, and began to separate.
The two men walked toward He-El, twisting their necks and grinning ferociously.
Two people walked towards Ichimaru Gin, and one person walked towards Rangiku.
They don't take this seriously.
As for Jingbian who was killed before, they all thought that Jingbian was stupid.
How could a normal adult be killed by a child? This stupid Jingbian must have been attacked by a sneak attack, unable to react, and then killed.
They were not being attacked by surprise now. There were several children on the other side. It was easy to deal with the children.
Seeing the five people approaching, He-El bent down and reached out to pull out the ribs of Jingbian's neck. Two of them, who were obviously planning to catch He-El, immediately had their eyes lit up. They quickly took long strides, ran two steps in front of He-El, stretched out their feet and kicked He-El who was bowing his head.
"Ah!!!"
He stretched out his foot to kick He-El, and suddenly screamed. He-El missed the kick and was easily dodged by He-El. The ribs he held in his hand reflected the scarlet red color of the blood and the cold light of the ribs in the sun.
The clean ribs danced in the space between He-El's fingers, like butterflies flying through them, breaking the hamstrings of the man who stretched out his legs, and blood splashed in the air.
He covered his feet, screamed with fear on his face, fell to the ground, and cried bitterly.
The other person was so frightened that he retracted his foot before he could even kick it out.
What just happened?
He seemed to see a flash of sword light shining in the sun, and his companion's hamstring was severed, and he covered his foot and screamed in agony.
He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were wet and sticky.
He-El He picked it up with his fingers, and the ribs flew from his fingers back to the palm of his hand, and was held by him. His plain face did not look like a child who had just killed a person or broken an adult man's hamstring.
Everyone looked at each other and finally realized that this was no ordinary child, different from the children they had suppressed with ease before.
At least the lightly described skill of picking off their companion's hamstrings with a ribcage was not something they possessed.
Dongdu watched from behind and couldn't help but be surprised. His fingers couldn't help but grasp the handle of the knife hanging on his waist.
He felt that this child seemed to have the temperament of a swordsman who was indifferent to life. He had only seen the supreme will in those powerful swordsmen who had experienced hundreds of battles.
The four of them no longer dared to divide their forces to catch Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku. They dispersed faintly. Those with weapons took out their swords or daggers and surrounded He-El, slowly approaching.
When they were only a few people away, when the four wanted to attack, several rocks hit their faces, causing them to yell angrily, "You bastards."
Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku saw that He-El was about to be surrounded and attacked, so they quickly picked up the stones on the ground and threw them towards the four of them.
Unfortunately, without the stone-throwing skills of He-El, it would only cause a little trouble for four people at most.
Only when I started throwing stones did I realize how accurate and terrifying He-El's stone-throwing technique was. Ichimaru Gin deeply felt that He-El had a mysterious power.
He didn't think these four people could do any harm to He-El, but he was still happy to do it to give He-El a chance of winning off the court.
"Run!" Rangiku shouted while throwing stones and taking a breath.
She just ate a persimmon cake, regained some strength, and walked with He-El for two or three kilometers. She was already exhausted, and the stones she threw were not accurate and could only cause a little trouble.
"No need."
He-El shook his head, followed the few stones they threw, stepped under his feet, and entered the attack range as if he was gliding back and forth. When they were so frightened that they waved their weapons randomly, he slashed their stomachs with his ribs.
It's not that I don't want to slit my throat directly, but it's a matter of height. It's most convenient and simple to slit my throat.
The linen clothes on the abdomens of the two men were torn, their abdomens were cut open, and the blood and flesh were turned out. There were intestines gushing out from the wounds, along with the blood, which could not be stopped.
"No, my intestines, intestines." The two of them threw away their weapons in fear, covered their stomachs, and desperately stuffed their intestines back in. They cried and stuffed them anxiously, and their faces became paler.
The remaining two people subconsciously stepped back a few steps, their faces frightened and the weapons in their hands trembling uncontrollably.
They were just frightened by the stones and narrowed their eyes, but two of them were disemboweled. What kind of magical steps and sword skills were this?
"Stop!"
Watanabe could see clearly from behind that this Little Boy had unpredictable steps and simple, sharp, and deadly sword techniques, which were completely beyond the ability of his thugs to deal with.
His face was solemn, his neck held high, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth:
"I don't know where you learned the sword skills and steps to be able to hurt these stupid losers."
He walked forward slowly, with the intimidating will of a swordsman and a sharp gaze as sharp as the peak of a sword, and slowly pulled out the Katana on his waist.
Katana The blade regularly shines with beautiful forging patterns.
"But you have no chance of winning against this Cherry Blossom Fall, which is longer than your ribs, as well as my stronger body than yours, and my profound sword skills."
Dongdu's eyes exuded a sharp gaze, holding Katana named Cherry Blossom Fall in both hands, with the fierce aura of a swordsman.
The two gangsters who were not injured couldn't help but step out of the way when they heard their boss Dongdu's sonorous words of unrivaled swordsmanship. They watched the boss Dongdu rush forward with a knife and cheered. "Boss Dongdu, show this little bastard how good you are."
"Dongdu Boss, well done, cut off his hands and feet to avenge the brothers."
Ichimaru Gin and Rangiku saw each other's boss holding Katana and rushed towards He-El with great momentum. For a moment, their hearts were tense and their breathing stopped.
Obviously, this boss is different from these little gangsters.
suddenly.
A flash of silver light, like the light of a flying fairy from the sky, flashed out from He-El's hand and hit Dongdu's neck.
The ribs penetrated Dongdu's neck straight.
Dongdu's entire body, carrying the invincible power of a swordsman, couldn't stop its forward momentum and fell to the ground, sliding to He-El's feet and dying.
He-El bent down, picked up Cherry Blossom Fall, and looked at the two dumbfounded gangsters.