Chapter 1912 Tears Flowing

"Kill!"

Knowing that it would be difficult to end well, Morita roared and rushed towards Ye Tianlong with a desperate move.

Ye Tianlong waved his finger lightly: "Catch him alive."

Han Qinhu blocked him and smiled: "Let me finish my prey."

After Morita escaped from the dock, Han Qinhu had been thinking about him. Now that he had a chance to fight him, he would naturally not let him go.

"Go to hell."

Seeing Han Qinhu blocking the way, Morita was not afraid. He shouted, and the energy in his body surged out, rushing towards Han Qinhu.

The dying struggle was like a stone-shattering momentum. A punch blasted out, really like a blue dragon out of the sea, with unparalleled power.

Yuan Saeko's pretty face was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Morita to be so powerful after being stabbed. It seems that it's a good thing that Ye Tianlong came tonight, otherwise she would be in trouble.

Thinking of this, she became more devoted and dependent on Ye Tianlong.

"Bang!"

Facing the punch from Morita, Han Qinhu still smiled, and he also took a step forward and then punched out.

There were no unpredictable moves, nor were there any profound and complicated routines, just a simple punch.

It was a casual punch, without much skill, but this ordinary punch made Morita's face change.

It was just because it happened to attack the only flaw in his fist.

Morita was extremely shocked and had a better understanding of Han Qinhu's ability.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided with each other, and each retreated four or five steps back.

"Captain Kamikaze, is this all you can do?"

Han Qinhu, who had always maintained his strength, smiled coldly, his eyes flashed, and his momentum suddenly exploded, like a dam bursting.

The momentum rolled and shook.

Han Qinhu leaned forward slightly, stomped his feet on the ground, and the floor made of wooden flooring turned into a pile of debris.

Flying up in disorder!

"Swoosh!"

Han Qinhu shot towards Morita like an arrow shot from a bow.

Morita's eyes widened instantly, his expression suddenly turned cold, his body shook violently, and then he also rushed forward in a diving posture.

At the same time, he turned his hands into palms, and attacked suddenly with a whistling wind, and the tearing air flow blew between the two.

"Bang Bang!"

The fists and palms collided instantly, shaking out a fierce air wave, and the fragments that were about to fall were once again shaken away by this air wave.

Morita's body trembled violently. Even if he used all his strength, he still suffered a lot in the head-on collision. He took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

A trace of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and waist again.

Ye Tianlong looked at Morita's waist and smiled: "The more you go all out, the faster the blood will flow from the wound, and the more painful it will be."

Morita roared: "Even if I die, I will not surrender to you."

"Then come on."

Han Qinhu blew his fist, and his body bounced again quickly. His toes were like a steel knife, with a sharp momentum, slashing towards Morita's head.

Han Qinhu's fists were brutal, and his leg skills were also abnormal. This terrifying kick was fast and fierce.

Morita didn't even have time to react, and could only block his chest with his arms.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the blink of an eye of Ye Tianlong and Yuan Sazi, Han Qinhu kicked out eighteen kicks like a whirlwind, and Morita, who kept blocking, felt that his arms were about to explode.

With Han Qinhu's last sweep, Morita slammed into Yuan Sazi's dressing table and crushed the large table.

The sound shocked the whole audience.

Morita just got up and saw Han Qinhu punching again.

Morita endured the pain of the wound, shouted, stretched out his hand to wrap around the curtain next to him, and pulled it hard, like a swallow, he flew out of the air and turned back.

"Bang!"

Just when Morita left the dressing table, Han Qinhu punched it and directly broke it in two.

"Kill!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Morita swung back from the air, and the violent fist fell in the air, containing an amazing force of Qi.

This punch exhausted all of Morita's skills, and a powerful Qi was shrouded in this punch, and the fierce wind of the boxing was painful.

Han Qinhu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he punched out with extreme violence, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.

He fought back with a punch, with unparalleled momentum.

"Bang!"

A blast swept across the field, and Han Qinhu and Morita's fists collided again, stirring up a fierce and unmatched wind.

The momentum was terrifying.

Morita fell back two meters, and the blood on the corner of his mouth increased by two points. The energy gathered in his fist was dispersed again.

Han Qinhu also took a step back, and his right foot bent uncontrollably, but he stood up again soon.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Morita rushed again, attacking continuously with his legs.

Han Qinhu moved his body and rushed towards Morita.

Facing Morita's legs sweeping across, his face was not solemn at all, and the whole person rushed directly into the shadows of legs.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Han Qinhu punched, blocked with his arms, or kicked, and blocked all the shadows of Morita's legs.

The power contained in Morita's legs hit Han Qinhu's arms, which was not much different from steel, and Han Qinhu didn't take a step back.

When Morita's legs fell, Han Qinhu's eyes were full of murderous intent.

It was his turn to fight back!

"Boom!"

When Morita was trying to steady himself after his attack, Han Qinhu stepped forward and the ground beneath his feet shook.

He was proficient in the art of killing and punched very simply. He punched Morita in the face as quickly as possible.

Simple, crude, but capable of killing with one blow.

Morita's face changed slightly. Facing Han Qinhu's attack and killing punch, he could not dodge after just finishing the attack and could only cross his arms.

Block across the chest.

"boom!"

Han Qinhu's punch came with a killing blow, hitting Morita's arms hard. The power of the fist surged out, and everything rushed towards Morita.

"ah--"

While Ye Tianlong and the others were looking calm, Morita let out a muffled groan, and the blood in his body surged, and his face turned pale.

The moment Morita stepped back, Han Qinhu rushed towards Morita again like a cheetah.

quick!

This is what everyone is thinking.

Han Qinhu approached Morita like a phantom and punched him in the chest.

"Crack!"

Morita screamed, his ribs were broken, he fell three to four meters, and fell at Ye Tianlong's feet. Blood spurted out from his waist instantly.

Ye Tianlong tilted his head slightly towards Yuan Saezi.

Hara Saeko stepped forward, grabbed Morita's katana, and struck Morita's right hand without mercy.

"flutter!"

Morita's hand was chopped off, then the sword light reappeared, and his leg was also chopped off by Hara Saeko...

Morita screamed repeatedly: "Ye Tianlong, you will die badly..."

"Whoosh!"

Hara Saeko slashed off Morita's other hand with another knife.

Morita yelled crazily: "Assholes, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost, I'm going to strangle you all to death, all of you."

Hara Saeko didn't hesitate at all. With a slash of her katana, Morita's last leg was broken off and blood spurted out two meters away.

"ah--"

Although Morita's heart was as strong as steel, he screamed hysterically amidst the cruel severed hands and feet.

"Stop the bleeding and leave it to Zhen."

Ye Tianlong looked at the bloody Morita, wiped a trace of blood on the back of his hand with his finger and said:

"I want to see whether it is the Royal Sword Club's strong bones or Zhen's methods."

Canshou and the others took action immediately.

Four hours later, Ye Tianlong walked into Wanghai Cemetery in Macao. This is considered a civil servant cemetery, and the burial places are all dead police officers and firefighters.

Ye Tianlong walked for five minutes, then walked through a grassland and came to a tombstone in the corner.

There was a person standing there, Mo Feihua, who was dressed in plain clothes.

A bouquet of flowers is placed in front of the tombstone.

Hearing the noise coming from behind, Mo Feihua turned around with his hand on his gun bag. When he saw Ye Tianlong appeared, he was slightly startled, with a look of surprise on his face:

"Is it you? Why are you here?"

Ye Tianlong smiled, placed the lily in his hand in front of the tombstone, and then took out two candies and put them on them.

"Today seems to be the memorial day of your good friend Liu Xiaoxiao. Although I don't know her, it doesn't stop me from giving her a gift."

Mo Feihua was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly: "You have already given it away."

Ouyang Xiong's living dead, the Imperial Sword Society's disintegration, Morita's city-wide pursuit... Mo Feihua was already very grateful to Ye Tianlong.

"not enough."

Ye Tianlong handed a photo to Mo Feihua with a very calm expression:

"Three hours ago, I captured Morita. Half an hour ago, I squeezed all the value out of Morita and sank it into the high seas."

"The position I held back then, the torture I suffered back then, and the pain I felt back then, I want all of them to be repaid by Morita on behalf of your good friend..."

Ye Tianlong bowed to the tombstone, then put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave: "Burn the photo of Morita's tragic death to her."

Mo Feihua was shocked and couldn't believe it. He looked at the photo and then lit it up with a smile.

Burning, burning, Mo Feihua suddenly burst into tears...