Kitashima Yama Turtle's eyes were bulging, and his chest was undulating violently. Before Matsumoto finished speaking, he squirted out a mouthful of blood. He grabbed Matsumoto's hands tightly and exerted force. Matsumoto's throat made a crisp sound, and then his eyes widened, and a hoarse sound came from his mouth. He tilted his neck against his head and died on the spot.

Kitashima Mountain Turtle let go of his hand and retreated madly. His steps staggered under his feet and sat on the ground with a thump. The women on the bed were so shocked that they hurriedly hurriedly that they had not covered much. The clothes that had not been covered on their bodies slid down, and their white bodies were as bright as big white fish that had just emerged from the water in the sun.

From ancient times to the present, from home to abroad and even the whole world, the biggest worry of a big family is that there is no successor, and the greatest sorrow is that it finally produces an outstanding descendant. He thought he could rely on him to change the family pattern and even push the prosperity of the entire family to another peak, but in the end he died in vain. It seemed that God had let you see hope, and then suddenly this hope suddenly turned into despair. This contrast of ups and downs is stronger than the blow of no descendants who could inherit their legacy.

Kitajima Mountain Turtle, an old man who is over seventy or even nearly eighty years old, who can swallow two pieces of love medicine every day, seems to have grown old to one hundred years old in an instant. A trace of blood on the corner of his mouth is particularly bright. A light suddenly gathered in his desperate and scattered pupils. It was a light of hatred and murder. He stood up from the ground and looked at the three samurai swords of varying lengths in a corner of the room.

"My surname is Lin, since you dare to kill my grandson, I will slaughter your whole family!"

Kitashima Yama Turtle walked over and grabbed three knives in his hand. Although he was old, his back was well-melted. From his back, he looked like a young man in his thirties or forties.

Click...

Holding the knife in his hand, the momentum of the Kitajima Mountain Turtle soared a lot, as if the vigor on the bed had just turned into an irresistible momentum at this time.

Dingdong!

The doorbell sounded downstairs, and Kitajima Yama Turtle suddenly turned around, pulled off a black robe next to the knife holder, draped her clothes on the ground, then tied a black strap around her waist and walked downstairs outside the door.

Dingdong, Dingdong...

The doorbell rang irritably, but no one opened the door again. Normally, there should be three or five guards downstairs, but they all seemed to have disappeared at this moment. Kitajima Mountain Turtle raised his eyebrows slightly. He was a master who was not born in the Kitajima family. Not only did he have an amazing force, but he also had an extraordinary sense of keen smell.

murderous look……

No, it's dead spirit!

Kitajima Mountain stared at the door like a vulture. The irritating doorbell made him extremely upset and he wanted to pull out the knife in his hand and smash it with one knife.

When Kitajima Yama Turtle arrived behind the door, he raised his head and squinted his eyes and said aloud: "Who is standing outside the door?"

There was no sound outside the door, only the doorbell kept ringing, and the sun was bright outside the window. If it were in the middle of the night, it would definitely make people think it was a ghost.

"Baga!"

The turtle of Kitajima was furious and slashed directly into the middle of the crack of the door. The thick door made of solid wood was slashed by the knife in his hand and suddenly opened. There were two people standing at the door, one was thin and tall, and the other was tall and burly. In addition to the two, there were also a wolf, a falcon, a big snake, and four rattlesnakes. In addition, there were three corpses lying on the ground. All of these three corpses were dark in complexion, and they were staring wide and they were dying with their eyes open.

Snake Venom, these three island people in kimono were killed suddenly after being infected with snake Venom.

Kitashimayama Turtle raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Lin Kun's face, "Is it you?"

At this moment, the bright sunshine has gradually turned into the sunset. Lin Kun's side face is stuck with the sunshine. It should have been a bit warm, but it is as cold as steel.

"It's me."

Lin Kun smiled slightly and walked in. At the same time, the black and white ghost animals in his hand emitted a strange light under the sunlight. Is it already a murderous aura condensed on it? It is a death aura that symbolizes death. This is the sublimation of the murderous aura after condensation, and it is many times stronger than ordinary murderous aura.

The murderous aura in the pupils of Kitajima Mountain Turtle instantly seemed to have turned into substance. The knife in his hand pulled out, and with a clanging sound, a black and half-white sword in the air fell down towards Lin Kun's forehead.

Clam!

The nigger animal in Lin Kun's hand contacted the short sword in Beidaoshan Turtle's hand. A burst of sparks flashed. Beidaoshan Turtle quickly pulled out another short sword and wiped it towards Lin Kun's neck. The powerful sword light was like a devastating killing, making people feel cold all over. As long as the knife was touched from Lin Kun's neck, it would undoubtedly cut off Lin Kun's head like cutting tofu.

Clam...

Another muffled sound, Lin Kun raised the white ghost in his hand and blocked the knife. At this time, Kitajima Yama Turtle suddenly lowered his head and swung his waist up. The longest samurai sword hanging around his waist was thrown up. He opened his mouth and bit it, and the entire knife was wiped horizontally towards Lin Kun again.

Lin Kun quickly took a step back, and Kitajima Mountain Turtle made a posture similar to Kitajima Dragon Yin, but Kitajima Mountain Turtle was biting the longest knife in his mouth, and three swords were slashing towards Lin Kun together.

The wind roared and the sword was fierce. The strength of the Kitajima Mountain Turtle was definitely above the Kitajima Dragon Roar, and it was more than one level beyond the Kitajima Dragon Roar. Lin Kun held his breath and did not dare to be careless at all. Facing the Kitajima Mountain Turtle's fierce attack, he chose to avoid his sharp edge and retreated continuously under his feet. Although he was retreating, he definitely showed no signs of defeat.

When fighting against Kitajima Dragon Roar, he only took out 70% of his strength. Now, he has taken out 10% of his strength against this old man.

It is true that Kitajima Mountain Turtle is a master, but a master will eventually grow old. In addition, he is greedy for women and has not been idle for a day after he is in seclusion. After more than forty swords, a layer of fine sweat has emerged from his forehead. His series of killer moves just now have great lethality, at least there is a deep knife mark on the surrounding flowers and plants, as well as the walls. But all this has no effect on Lin Kun. His clothes were just broken by the powerful murderous aura, and no blood was flowing out at all.

Kitashima Yama Turtle finally realized that the young man in front of him was not simple. He initially thought that at least ten swords would be enough to kill him here, but now he was showing signs of fatigue, but the other party looked calm and gentle...
Chapter completed!