"I've seen that you have a problem!"

Tang Luo took a step back and slapped out with a palm.

Bang!

A cold breath poured into Tang Luo's body along the palm of his hand, and then burst out!

puff!

Tang Luo vomited blood, his body flew backwards, and fell heavily to the base of the wall.

Matsumoto Yuuki, who thought he could do something unexpected, also vomited blood.

This blow almost took away all his strength and was his last trump card.

Therefore, if Tang Luo doesn't fall off this palm, he will naturally have no chance to survive.

“Huhu…”

Yu Matsumoto gasped and looked at Tang Luo not far away.

Tang Luo slowly stood up, and he felt that his internal organs had shifted and his internal injuries were severe.

Even the poison he had just blocked with his internal force began to spread, and it was difficult for him to lift his right arm again.

At this time, Tang Luo looked very embarrassed and his face turned pale.

Even if it was him, it was a bit unbearable!

"Damn it, the Japanese are so silly. Fortunately, they were prepared for a long time. Otherwise, this palm would definitely not be able to get up!"

Tang Luo muttered and coughed up another mouthful of blood.

He looked at Yuu Matsumoto on the ground, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

Tang Luo really didn't expect that this guy could still send such a strong blow!

Yu Matsumoto looked at Tang Luo who was standing up in disbelief, and despair flashed in his heart.

Now he has no strength to stand up, so how can he fight?

You know, before this, he had the upper hand, but now his injuries are much heavier than Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's strength exceeded his expectations!

What should I do?

Yu Matsumoto was going to kill Tang Luo, but now he is the one who is about to die.

"Matsumoto, what are you thinking? Do you regret waiting for me here? It's too late!"

Tang Luo walked slowly towards Yuu Matsumoto.

He didn't dare to be careless, but who knew if this guy had any hidden weapons or anything else on him.

He could only make every preparation, and every step he took was accumulating energy.

"Tang Luo, why do you have to kill me? If you kill me, what benefits can you get? Maybe, I can still be useful to you..."

Yuu Matsumoto was really scared.

He had lost his trump card and foreseeed death.

"Hmm? It works for me, what's the use? Tell me, I'll think about it."

Tang Luo stopped.

He felt that the Japanese seemed to be talking seriously, but that was he really had no trump card?

"Tang Luo, don't you want to know where the Chinese children in the laboratory have been transferred?"

Matsumoto Yuki asked.

"That's it? Oh, sorry, I'll know... It seems that you are useless to me."

Tang Luo sneered.

"They went to the Songshi Island in the East China Sea..."

Yuuo Matsumoto took the initiative to say that he wanted to have a glimmer of hope for himself.

"Even if you tell me, I won't kill you? You just now want to kill me."

Tang Luo's heart moved and said coldly.

"Wait, I...I can help you. If you want to find a laboratory or the Black Rising Organization, I can help you..."

Yu Matsumoto said with a hint of tremolo.

"I won't have to help you, Matsumoto... accept your fate!"

Tang Luo took another step, and he had no intention of leaving the Japanese alive. Who knew what the Japanese were thinking?

"you……"

Yu Matsumoto's face changed, and he struggled to get up.

Tang Luo no longer has moji. What if this Japanese devils have the power to fight again after a break?

So, you have to kill it as soon as possible.

boom!

Tang Luo punched him and made a sound of breaking through the air!

"No……"

Yu Matsumoto looked at Tang Luo's fist, feeling unwilling to accept it and shouted.

He raised his weak right arm and wanted to block the attack.

Click!

His arm was smashed by Tang Luo.

"ah!"

Yuu Matsumoto screamed.

Tang Luo closed his fist and kicked his right foot suddenly, as fast as lightning, as powerful as thunder!

This is his last power.

A dull sound came out, and Yuu Matsumoto was kicked a few meters away.

puff!

Yu Matsumoto vomited a mouthful of blood, and his sternum was already sunken!

Tang Luo pulled out the dragon pattern dagger again and stepped forward step by step.

Only then did he be completely sure that this Japanese devil really had no combat power.

"Tang Luo, no... don't kill me, please... spare my life..."

Yuu Matsumoto coughed blood and begged for mercy.

Tang Luo looked at him condescendingly, with endless coldness in his eyes.

This is a battle of life and death. If it were him on the ground, could the Japanese let him go?

It's impossible!

Tang Luo had no distractions in his mind, that is, kill!

Swish!

Just when Matsumoto Yuuo was still begging for mercy, he saw a black light flashing with a dragon pattern dagger, and a blood line appeared on the Japanese neck.

Then, the bloodline became thicker and thicker, and blood immediately gushed out.

"I……"

Yuu Matsumoto wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak anymore.

His face was full of fear and regret. If he didn't listen to the instructions of the Black Rising Organization, he wouldn't have come here tonight, and he wouldn't have met Tang Luo.

If that were the case, maybe he could continue to live well, ten years, twenty years...

Yuu Matsumoto tried his best to cover his wounds and prevent the blood from flowing, but it was useless.

"Matsumoto Yuki, your mistake is that you must be an enemy of me..."

Tang Luo stared at him and said coldly.

Yu Matsumoto's eyes bulged like a blow, and his body began to tremble.

After a few seconds, he fell into endless darkness and his consciousness disappeared.

Yuu Matsumoto fell down completely, facing up, his eyes still staring, and the expression on his face became solid.

At this time, Tang Luo finally felt a little exhausted. He took a deep breath and felt pain all over his body.

He turned around, walked to the stairs next to him, put away the dragon-patterned dagger, and sat down.
To be continued...