The wind seemed to be blowing faster, and Nighthawk's eyes were a little blurry! He had to cover his eyes with his hands to block the growing sand!

He suddenly felt that he was in a whirlpool, and the center of the whirlpool was the shining scimitar in the hand of the red ninja! The airflow in the whirlpool was squeezing his body desperately, pushing him toward the red ninja's hand.

Send me the sharp knife!

The red-clothed ninja seemed to be standing in the clouds. Under the storm, there was heavy rain and thunder! He only held the scimitar and stood still, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, only the red belt that kept dancing!

Nighthawk felt his footsteps move forward unconsciously, and he lowered his head in horror! The soil under his feet suddenly disappeared and turned into yellow sand!

Just like the big desert on the African grassland, the rolling yellow sand was pushed forward by the strong wind blowing from nowhere! This reminded him of many things and acquaintances, but when he looked up, there were only ninjas in red and the

The scimitar still dripping with blood!

"This is an illusion, this is an illusion! None of this is real!"

Nighthawk roared loudly, but no matter how he moved, his feet buried in the yellow sand could not be pulled out! His body was also moving towards the red ninja's sword with the yellow sand rolling forward.

scroll!

The magic eye laughed. His black eyes were now invisible, and even his face was indistinguishable!

Nighthawk could only hear a thunder-like sound in the black storm: "This is illusion, one of the greatest secret arts of ninjas! Humble Chinese people, I'm afraid you will never understand the true meaning of illusion in your lifetime, right? This

It’s God’s revelation, how can a mortal escape from God’s metaphor?”

Although he knew that what was happening around him was not real, and the magic eye himself admitted that it was an illusion! But Nighthawk could not escape from the illusion! His hands and feet could no longer move freely, and he could only watch and hold the dagger.

His right hand was passed forward bit by bit, as if doing a decomposition action!

There was nothing he could do. The steel knife in the Demon Eye's hand was getting clearer and clearer. Nighthawk could even see clearly the lines on the steel knife when it was first polished! But he had no choice. He was extremely powerless!

The helpless body makes people despair to the extreme. At this time, it seems that they can only watch the steel knife of the magic eye slowly being delivered to their chest, and then watch the steel knife penetrate their body, and the blood slowly flows out of the body!

Even though his body has a super recovery function and can heal any trauma! But the rush of blood passes faster than time, and he can only watch as he consumes the last bit of blood bit by bit in pain.

soul!

Life is about to come to an end, but there is no way to save it! Some hallucinations gradually appeared in Nighthawk's mind!

The people he killed seemed to be standing on the sharp knife and smiling. They squeezed out evil smiles and kept waving at him, and disgusting black liquid even flowed from the corners of their mouths! They were laughing, they were excited!

Suddenly, Zhou Zhou also appeared among the dead people! Her face was pale, with tears of despair hanging on her face, and she was holding a baby in her hand! It was a newly born baby, but there was no sound!

Zhou Zhou tried his best to shout something to him, but the wind around him was so strong that he was blown away by the wind before he could hear clearly! A black figure slowly appeared behind Zhou Zhou, a huge ghost

The head knife was raised, and Mengtian stood next to this man and smiled!

Suddenly, the Ghost Head Sword slashed hard, and Zhou Zhou and the baby in her arms all turned into air!

"No!" Suddenly, Nighthawk roared, a mouthful of blood flew out of his mouth, and he shot it at the Demon Eye, which was already close at hand!

There was a loud bang, and Nighthawk quickly retreated! He fell to the ground as if exhausted, breathing heavily! The surroundings changed back to their original appearance!

The phone booth was still lying there, and the bodies of the two killed blue-clothed ninjas had begun to stiffen. Yukimu, who was looking around with concern, was shouting something loudly from a distance. It took a long time for Nighthawk to hear clearly that Yukimu was asking him if he was there. thing!

Nighthawk forced out a smile and shook his head at Yuki! But his body felt like it was overflowing, and all the blood seemed to be boiling, as if it had been roasted by the high temperature!

With his throat a little dry, Nighthawk slowly stood up! Looking down, he saw that the dagger in his hand had been broken! The break was very neat. Nighthawk remembered that it must have been the last time he fought with the magic eye. The knives broke when they collided!

"You are really powerful. There is only one person in this world who can break the illusion just now! But that person has been dead for hundreds of years. You can be said to be the first person in hundreds of years!"

The voice of the magic eye was right in front. Nighthawk raised his head and saw that the magic eye had not moved at all! He was just standing in front of him casually, with the steel knife in his hand still in its original position! He could hear what he said. He appeared to be filled with deep approval, but in reality he was filled with deep fear. Nighthawk could see that the sinister look in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper!

Nighthawk swallowed his saliva, but the water in his body seemed to have evaporated, and his throat was very uncomfortable: "Your illusion is indeed very powerful, I almost died under your knife! But I told you earlier After you, everyone who wants to kill me has gone underground! Don’t you have ears?

Demon Eye burst out laughing. He looked at Nighthawk with great disdain: "At this time, you can still be so stubborn. No wonder you are the sick men of East Asia. You can only rely on your mouth to show off! Accepting reality is sometimes a kind of tolerance. Be tolerant to yourself! Human, why do you have to live so tiredly? Isn’t it nice to die?”

Nighthawk's eyes gradually became filled with divine light, and he stared at the proud devil eyes! He said word for word: "The eternal difference between Chinese and Fusang people is that they know the preciousness of life! People who don't know the meaning of life, You also don’t understand how beautiful this world is! If you put it this way, you are the real sick men of East Asia! And you are the sick men who are terminally ill and incurable!”

Demon Eyes narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "After saying so much, you are still a Chinese who can only talk big words! But I really want to know why you broke the situation just now. Regarding this, I Really curious!”

Nighthawk laughed and stuck out his tongue! There was still a trace of blood oozing out from the tip of his tongue! Nighthawk said lightly: "At the last moment, I thought of the most important person in my life. This is also the reason why I can defeat all evil. Motivation! But I think you and your companions will never understand these! This is the meaning of life!"

The magic eye seemed a little confused: "What kind of souvenir can I have that will make you still remember me when you are about to die?"

Suddenly, the blackness in his eyes became thicker, as if countless ferocious devils crawled out of his eyes in an instant! They bared their teeth and claws, roared in a language that humans could not understand, and rushed towards the nighthawk!

In the midst of the bloody storm, the voice of the Demon Eye floated in, shocking people's hearts: "But you won't have another chance! This time, I will completely cut off all your ties, and let you and your world be separated forever!"

Thousands of ferocious faces rushed toward Nighthawk, and Nighthawk could clearly see that there were many familiar faces inside! Assenwang, Shimada, Matsumoto, Onimaru, Kato, Gil, and many others whose names could no longer be named!

Suddenly darkness fell between the sky and the earth, and Nighthawk suddenly found himself on an altar! Almost all the devils rushing around were people who had been sent to hell by Nighthawk! Their faces were distorted, and foul-smelling water flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Roaring and rushing towards the nighthawk!

Nighthawk frantically waved the remaining dagger in his hand, cutting off a devil's neck with each blow! But there were so many devils rushing at them, overwhelming them, and there was no end in sight! Nighthawk thought desperately,

Perhaps the rebels who were trapped and died in Dihua City on the battlefield in Western Xinjiang also came to seek revenge!

Maybe life is so helpless. After killing so many people, it’s finally time to pay back! But Nighthawk doesn’t want to die here like this! He still has hope, he still has a future! At the most critical moment just now, he

I saw the child in Zhou Zhou's arms! That was his child, that was his hope and future!

Nighthawk roared wildly, and his sword dance became more and more fierce. Every time he used his sword, there was a sound of wind and thunder! Between heaven and earth, only his dagger was blue like lightning, and it was his dagger.

The sword that was forced out of the body was shining brightly!

As long as the devils are close to the sword light, they will be killed instantly without exception! Then their bodies will disappear like air, and then batch after batch of demons will rush towards them crazily! There will never be an end.

!

The face of Matsumoto Ichiro suddenly appeared in front of him. He brandished his samurai sword and struck Nighthawk head-on! Nighthawk cut off Matsumoto Ichiro's head with a dagger before the sword hit his head! This hero from the previous life turned into flying smoke again.

, drifting slowly in front of the nighthawk!

Just when Nighthawk felt a little melancholy, countless devils roared madly and rushed over! Nighthawk used all his strength and waved a graceful and round circle of swords!

All the devils disappeared, but in the smoke! The red figure lit up all the black! The devil's eye came to the nighthawk in the devil's gap, and the shining steel knife stabbed into the belly of the nighthawk.

!

The blood slowly dripped down, and Nighthawk could feel the extremely proud smiling face under the red mask! The magic eye said lightly: "It's over, it's over! You don't have to worry about life anymore!"

Nighthawk was finally able to see clearly that there were black beads spinning in the eyes of the magic eye: "Is this the secret of your eyes?"

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!" The gunshot sounded suddenly! The surrounding environment suddenly disappeared! The magic eye suddenly pulled out the steel knife from Nighthawk's body, ducked and jumped to a place ten meters away!

Blood kept flowing out of Nighthawk's belly, and Nighthawk fell to his knees on the ground! The evil eye in the distance wiped the blood on a steel knife, and said with a sneer: "Have a good journey, although I can't cut you down."

Head, though! My mission is accomplished!"

The explosion sounded, and the magic eye disappeared in broad daylight! The exhausted Nighthawk turned his head, and a Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle had just stopped, and Lao Zhou, with Da Niu and Jun Sashi, were running towards him quickly!
Chapter completed!