"I have killed people, but I don't know if they can kill them."

Ichiro Higashima licked his lips. He firmly believed that martial arts can only reflect its value in killing, otherwise what is the meaning of it.

The Yin Bing naturally would not know that someone would target him, because in his memory, no one dared to attack the Yin Bing.

This is like the order of heaven and earth.

He is not a wandering soul in the underworld, nor is he an evil ghost in the human world.

He is a ghost soldier and the executor of the order in the underworld.

They are always the only ones who come to ask for trouble for others, and no one dares to ask for trouble for them.

This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

But he didn't expect that this would happen.

"Sword drawing technique~"

With a roar of Japanese roar, a sword light slashed towards the Yin soldiers like water.

The Yin soldier was stunned. He felt that this was the most absurd day in his life.

Someone drew his sword?
Chapter completed!