C1097 Bing Tai Lang's Killing Sword

The atmosphere in the tavern became weird. Xiao Letian's new army was known for being like the iron army, while the generals leading them were full of unbending steel swords. You could see that they were bleeding, but you would never see them crying.

But today, the general's pitiful wail had moved everyone in the room. The two guards guarding the door felt like they were pulling out a knife and rushing in to chop those people who heard the general's cry to death.

However, the general had issued a death order. No matter what happened, the two of them were not allowed to come close. No one dared to disobey the order.

Who would have thought that a man could cry like that? It was an emotional release that came from the bottom of his heart. It was as if the darkness that had been suppressed was completely poured out at that moment.

However, the guards outside the door could not bear to listen any longer. The expressions of the tavern's owner and the waiters remained calm. They kneeled on the ground and looked at the general.

"Is it time for us to go? "That's right, we should have died a long time ago. Being able to live for a few more years is a waste of our earnings. Since you've come, then let's take our lives …"

With that, the three of them took out costal deviation s and placed it on the tatami. Or do you do it yourself? Trash gambler Bing Tai Lang … "

The general's eyes immediately lit up as a murderous aura enveloped the three of them. No one has dared to mention this nickname for many years, and only you three who have escaped the net would dare to say it! Is he really determined to die? "

The general was none other than the Japanese samurai's Bing Tai Lang who had been bestowed the surname Xiao by the Prime Minister! This tavern was no ordinary tavern either. It was the same casino that E Balang operated all those years ago.

Bing Tai was a general of the knife drawing team, while these three were the last three thugs who survived all those years ago.

After that one night of Tyrant Blood Fire, E Balang's subordinates had all joined in the rebellion. Some had been killed on the battlefield, and some had been properly punished after the battle.

At that time, E Balang had at least sixty to seventy iron rod fighters under his command.

At that time, these three people were the most friendly to Bing Tai Lang in the group of fighters, and they often took care of him, so Bing Tai made the three of them manage that place and turned the casino into a tavern, repaying the three people for their kind thoughts towards him.

The location of the tavern was not good, adding on to the fact that the next-door neighbors all knew about the three of them, no one was willing to take care of their business. In these past few years, other than a few older soldiers of the knife drawing team who were willing to drink a cup, the other times were not good.

Japan could no longer return to that place. No one in that cruel country would raise three trash, but in Ryukyu, it was impossible for them to survive. The sins they committed were not so easy to be forgiven.

This was the first time they had revisited the place ever since Bing Tai had arranged for the three of them. The three of them looked at the shining star of the star general, the upright and waist-high general's attire, the bright yellow tassels, the sparkling accessories, in addition to Bing Tai's steel-blooded and valiant temperament after a hundred battles, all made the three of them feel a strong pressure.

Three days apart was a whole new level of respect. This was not like three days apart; it had already been three years!

Noble people did not step on base. When Bing Tai Lang came here today, he drank wine and cried bitterly. How could the three of them not think of the worst ending?

The boss with the broken hand forced a smile and said, "You came here with your identity and are dressed so solemnly …" I'm afraid I have to end this with the you of the past, right? When the three of us die, your dark history when you were young would forever become a rumor and you would become a shining star under the Prime Minister's command! "

"Come on, I only beg you to give us three a quick death!" We have had enough of such a life! "

"Alright!" Bing Tai bellowed, "Since you all have such a realization, then let me end your hell!" With that said, the inscriptions on Bing Tai's waist had already been unsheathed. He squatted on the tatami and slashed across the heads of the three with his sharp blade light.

Although Bing Tai was not from a famous sword arts clan, but he had been taught carefully by Yepingtai in these few years. The Lurker Blade Master Yepingtai had once said, "There are two types of sword arts: one is used to cultivate the heart and mind in the training grounds, and the other is a killing technique used on the battlefield! Bing Tai, you have already past the best age to practice the sword, it is already impossible for you to become a sword master. "

"But, you are the Knife Puller of the Prime Minister. You can cultivate the Killing techniques on the battlefield … When your Katana has killed over a hundred people, you wouldn't even need to Master to learn the Killing Sword! "

The number of ghosts on the Katana had long since passed through a hundred, and out of the hundred people on the European battlefield, there were more than 20 who were killed.

With the momentum of wind and thunder, this blade carried the wails of ghosts and gods as it directly chopped towards the heads of the three people! The three of them closed their eyes in despair, and even the two guards outside couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Sou sou sou … At that moment, the three of them suddenly felt that time had stopped, space had frozen, and all things in the world were no longer fated to be with them.

"Is this death? No pain? No fear? "No …" Broken Hand Manager suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at his own hair floating down the Katana blade, there was not even a trace of blood in the air.

The courage that he forcefully mustered was instantly drained away, and the three of them fell onto the tatami like soft mud. "Why didn't you kill us? "Crack …" Do you know how long it took us to muster the courage to face death? "Sob, sob, sob …"

Bing Tai looked at the three of them crying, and then suddenly laughed sinisterly, wiping away the serious atmosphere, "Hahaha, are you excited? Stimulation? Life is full of surprises! "Hahaha …"

It was only now that Broken Hand Manager knew that Bing Tai was playing with them. The three of them shouted angrily, "Why are you treating us like this? Why insult us? "You can kill me, but you can't play with us like this …"

Bing Tai withdrew his laughter and asked puzzledly: "You two? Don't you know... Didn't go out to look at the notice last night? "

"A notice?" What does that have to do with us? Our hearts are already dead … "Just listen to the people outside shouting about the Chinese people's order. What does that have to do with us …"

Bing Tai let out a long sigh, "So you don't know anything at all? "So you guys don't know about my title?"

"Nani?" Bestowal? " The eyes of the three old friends immediately lit up. Their mouths were so big that two eggs could fit inside.