When Wen Jing saw Qiu Shui's appearance, she was startled and said in horror: "What's wrong with you?"
Qiu Shui said nothing, staring at a photo in his hand, tears streaming down his face.
Wen Jing took the photo over and looked at it carefully. It was a portrait of Yale University's campus scenery. Beautiful Gothic buildings and Georgian buildings complement each other, making the campus simple and elegant. The afterglow of the setting sun slanted across those buildings.
There is a breathtaking beauty and solemnity in the antique buildings built of tawny boulders.
On the gravel road in front of the building, two young men were walking towards each other. The man looked Asian, elegant and calm, and the woman had blond hair flying and smiled happily.
"What's wrong with this?" Wen Jing was extremely puzzled.
"Feng - he is still alive!" Qiu Shui's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
"How is this possible?" Wen Jing's first reaction was that Qiu Shui was ill. Otherwise, how could he be talking nonsense? She touched Qiu Shui's forehead with her hand, but it was not hot. She felt it was unbelievable: Resurrection from the dead?
What a joke, today is not April Fools’ Day!
"I'm not sick, I'm awake!" Qiu Shui became a little angry when she saw Wen Jing acting like this.
Seeing Qiu Shui's serious look, Wen Jing lowered her head and carefully examined the boy in the photo. Even with Wen Jing's extremely critical eye, she had to admit that this young man was indeed different: a faint smile, clear eyes, and flying long hair.
With his hair and melancholy eyes, there seems to be something very unique about this young man that makes you fall in love with him and be fascinated by him. No wonder Qiu Shui is so worried. She asked doubtfully: "You mean - this boy is Han Feng
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Qiu Shui couldn't stop crying and just nodded desperately.
"No way? Han Feng is dead. This is absolutely true... Maybe this person looks very similar to him, or he has a twin brother?" Wen Jing guessed.
"No! Feng is not dead, he is still alive!" Qiu Shui firmly believed in his judgment.
"But, if he is really Han Feng, then why did he go to the United States and why didn't he contact you? Besides, haven't you seen his tombstone with your own eyes?" Wen Jing's barrage of questions left Qiu Shui speechless and unable to speak.
answer.
"He...he must have his reasons!" Qiu Shui said softly.
"Why? What reasons do you have to do this?" Wen Jing obviously didn't believe Qiu Shui's explanation, and then she tried her best to persuade Qiu Shui, trying to make Qiu Shui believe that the young man in front of her just happened to look exactly like Han Feng.
Feng is dead. This is an undoubted fact. All thoughts about Han Feng being alive are just a beautiful and illusory dream.
"He is still alive. I know the person in the photo is him! I must find him! Xiaojing, please book me a ticket to fly to the United States tomorrow. I can't wait for a moment!" Qiu Shui's tears have dried up.
, the determined expression made Wen Jing's heart palpitate. She sighed, knowing that Qiushui wouldn't listen to anything she said at this time.
Qiu Shui's heart has already flown to the other side of the ocean - New Haven, Connecticut, USA.
Qiu Shui guessed correctly, the person in the photo was indeed Han Feng.
During those bloody battles in Tokyo, Han Feng single-handedly blocked the strong attack of the "Sakura" special forces, buying valuable time for his comrades to retreat.
Han Feng's military spur was like the black scythe of death, frantically harvesting the lives of the "Sakura" soldiers. In the blink of an eye, the fanatical Bushido believers turned into cold corpses and fell in front of him.
Han Feng is like a blood-devouring Shura, with a military thorn that appears and disappears. He sways and rains blood all over the sky. No one can escape his fierce assassination. He is like a ghost, his moves are unpredictable, he can kill with one strike, and he is invincible.
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Finally, a long knife covered in jet black blocked his massacre.
Sasaki's eyes were red and his face was ferocious. He couldn't believe that the other party had almost killed all the "Black Crane" and "Musashi" that he had spent countless efforts to build by himself. This was very important to the "Japanese" that he had been deeply rooted in since childhood.
The belief that "the sword is the best in the world" is definitely a fatal blow, so he will kill this Chinese soldier, otherwise, he will use his own blood to commemorate the long sword in his hand.
As far as swordsmanship is concerned, Sasaki and Soun Yagyu should be between equals. In the Japanese martial arts world, Soun Yagyu is famous, while Sasaki is unknown.
In fact, the real killing machines are unknown people.
Therefore, Han Feng is destined to fight with his life.
The long knife was like flying frost in the dark night, making no sound. It instantly blocked Han Feng's wonderful "stepping step". In the splash of sparks, Han Feng's body was cut three times by the long knife. Each knife,
It’s all so obvious that the title of “Japan’s No. 1 Killer” is indeed well deserved.
Sasaki was even worse. Senhan's military thorns left four bloody holes in his body. Although it was not fatal, it made him howl. What was even more unbearable was that even though he was so seriously injured, he still didn't stop him.
Following Han Feng's killing spree, two more soldiers were stabbed through the throat and fell down with blank eyes.
With thorny shadows and swords blazing, Sasaki desperately clung to Han Feng, while other soldiers took the opportunity to rush into the secret room.
However, an injured Chinese blocked their way.
Chu Jiangtian sat leaning against the wall with a calm expression. He looked at the Japanese soldiers swarming up, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain. The Japanese soldiers could not stand this provocative contempt and rushed forward howling.
They must capture this arrogant Chinese man alive, otherwise, they will have to disembowel themselves to be worthy of the "Sakura" badge on their arms.
Chu Jiangtian smiled and shouted loudly: "Boss, I'm going to take a step first!" With a slight movement of his finger, he flipped off the safety of the grenade. The Sakura Warrior was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly stepped back, but it was already too late. There was a loud sound.
The grenade exploded, with 240 fragments frantically biting any flesh and blood it could touch until it tore them into pieces. Broken arms and limbs were scattered everywhere, and bright red blood and flesh smeared all over it.
The room was bombed beyond recognition.
This loud noise completely tore Han Feng's heart into pieces. His eyes had turned into tens of thousands of years of ice. His body skills were stretched to the limit, and his military thorns were like black lightning. Anyone who stood in his way would die immediately.
All the glory and pride of the Yamato nation disappeared under this "lightning".
Sasaki was like crazy, kicking away the soldier's body that hit him. The long knife came out of the hole like a strange python and stabbed Han Feng's chest. Unexpectedly, Han Feng did not dodge and let the long knife penetrate into his chest.
Listening to the sound of the blade penetrating into the bone, Sasaki showed a proud smile. At this moment, he suddenly saw a faint light, which flashed like cold lightning and disappeared. He froze, and the unparalleled moon blade cut him instantly.
The neck, the huge head flew far away, and the blood in the cavity spurted up several meters high.