Before the Black Saint Jiro approached Long Hao, several translucent sword shadows flashed out from the two scimitars in his hand, as if another kind of energy burst out from the scimitar, slashing towards Long Hao with the whistling sound of the wind.

"Break it for me!" Long Hao shouted softly, and the red energy rolled on his right hand, and he raised his hand and punched the sword shadows.

In an instant, several sword shadows dissipated in the air, and the fist shadow continued to bombard the Black Saint Jiro.

Long Hao had no power to resist the elders of Kunlun Sect, but he was not enough to see a person like Black Saint Jiro.

The black Saint Jiro's eyes were rounded and he shouted: "Wind Escape!"

A whirlwind suddenly appeared in front of him. He jumped into the spiraling wind to escape. Long Hao took a lunge and waved his hand and shouted, "Thousands of punches!"

He punched out again, and the whirlwind storm disappeared. He screamed and flew backwards towards the stairs behind and smashed heavily on the stairs.

At this time, a red figure rushed in outside the door. He ran into the living room and happened to see the scene of the Black Saint Jiro being knocked away.

Long Hao turned his head and happened to look at the red-clothed ninja. He was the person who escaped last night.

"It's just right!" Long Hao used the Phantom Step, and his energy rolled like a ghost to rush towards Hongren at the door of the living room.

"Run!" The black Saint Jiro, who was seriously injured and vomited blood from hissing, raised his head and screamed.

The Hongnin saw that it was Long Hao, and was almost frightened to the spot. When he heard the roar, he turned around and was about to escape, without even having time to use the ninjutsu.

"Can you run?" A cold voice suddenly rang in your ears, and the Hong's heart trembled.

When I turned my head, I saw Long Hao's cold face as deep as an abyss.

Swish!

The right hand, with its energy rolling energy, directly pinched the Hongnin's throat and lifted him up, and punched his left hand in his abdomen.

oh!

The powerful vitality rushed into the abdomen, and the internal organs were instantly severely injured. The red ninja died in severe pain.

When Black Holy Jiro, who was lying in the middle of the stairs, saw this scene, his heart trembled. Seeing Long Hao turn around and walk towards him, his hands and feet crawling up with his gritted teeth.

Long Hao walked up the steps step by step, then stepped on his chest, looking at him and said, "How do you want to die?"

"Long, Brother Long, please, please don't kill me. As long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do." Black Holy Jiro said in panic.

Looking at the panic-looking look of Black Saint Jiro, a hint of joking appeared on the corner of Long Hao's mouth.

"Your reasons are not sufficient," he said in a very standard Fusang language.

Black Holy Jiro cried directly and cried, "Brother Long, as long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to do whatever you tell me to do. Really, please."

With the strength of the Black Saint Jiro, he is considered to be at the upper level in the R-Guan Ninja Realm, but he has never encountered such a powerful ancient warrior in China. His strongest move is like a child throwing mud in front of others.

But he is really afraid of death.

"Will Saburo Aso come to kill me tonight?" Long Hao asked with a sneer.

Black Saint Jiro nodded quickly: "Yes, he is a powerful Zi Ninja. Although he is inferior to Zi Ninja, he is still very powerful. Also, he has a confidant, and he is also inferior Zi Ninja, named Kuroo Fukui, who is also inferior Zi Ninja."

"I think they will come together, or Kuroshi may have come early."

Long Hao looked at Kurosaki Jiro quietly, then picked up his cell phone and dialed out Kuropho's number: "Keipho, check me a person, Kuroo Fukai, and the Aso family. Check where he is!"

"If what you said is true, I won't kill you for the time being." Long Hao lit a cigarette and said lightly.

Kusuo Kuroi, who was half kneeling in the corridor, couldn't believe it. Can the person in front of him find Kusuo Kuroi's whereabouts? That's a powerful Zi Ninja!

After smoking a cigarette, Long Hao's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and went to his ears. Black Saint Jiro looked at Long Hao with great nervousness.

Seeing him snorting softly and put down his cell phone, Kurosashi Jiro's heart jumped into his throat again.

"You are right, Kusuo Fukai has arrived in Yuncheng." Long Hao spit out a smoke ring and said something that shocked the Black Saint Jiro.

At the same time, he also understood why this man could find his place to live.

"I will keep your life first. Tonight, I want you to lead Aso Saburo to the place I designated. Do you dare to do it?" Long Hao looked straight at the Black Saint Jiro.

"Dare, I dare, as long as you don't kill me." Kurosashi Jiro replied extremely firmly.

Long Hao didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked outside, saying, "Don't think about running away, you can't escape, you can't escape, wait here."

Looking at the man walking out, Kurosashi Jiro stood up from the steps with difficulty, reached out to support the stairs, and his eyes gradually showed a ferocious look.

He took out his cell phone, took out Aso Saburo's number and dialed it out quickly...

"Sanlang Sang, Long Hao found my residence just now and beat me seriously. Yes, he is very strong, why don't you come to China, right?" Hei Shengjiro said, enduring the pain.

"Baga, you useless thing, idiot." Aso Saburo's roar came from the other side of his phone.

"Sanlang Sang, he, he also knows that you have sent Sang Kuroi, right in Yuncheng."

This time, Aso Saburo was silent.

"Wait for my phone call." Aso Saburo hung up the phone after saying that.

Long Hao did not expect the Black Saint Jiro to be loyal to him. When he learned that he would face two Zi Ninja people at night, Long Hao did not dare to be careless, so he dialed the numbers of Zhuge Dong and Qinglang on the way back.

Then he called Zhao Qing in Qiongcheng and asked her and Bai Su to go home quickly.

After nightfall, at Yuncheng Airport, the seriously injured Black Saint Jiro stood alone outside the airport. Soon, Sasaro Aso, in a purple suit, walked towards this side surrounded by his two subordinates.

"Sanlang Sang!"

Bang!

Aso Saburo raised his hand and slapped it heavily on the face of the Black Saint Jiro.

"Go and drive the car over." Aso Saburo said coldly.

Kurosaki Jiro immediately drove towards the city center with Saburo Aso and his two subordinates.

At this moment, Jiro's cell phone vibrated. He quickly picked up the phone and went to his ears. Ryuho's low voice came from inside, "Asoo Saburo has arrived?"

Black Saint Jiro's hand shook and his phone almost fell. He glanced at the boss with his eyes closed in the rearview mirror and nodded, "Here, come."

"Take him to Furong Pavilion, I'll wait for him here."

Putting down his phone, Jiro Hei braked and stopped on the side of the road, turned his head and said hurriedly to the boss in the back row: "Sanlang Sang, Long Hao has set up a trap and asked me to take you there."

Aso Saburo opened his eyes suddenly, and two strong cold lights burst out from his eyes and sneered: "Since he wants you to take me over, then you can take me there. Today I want to see how powerful this young ancient Chinese martial artist is!"

"Sanlangsang, please think twice!" The Black Saint Jiro's tone was intensified.

Upon hearing this, Sanlang laughed and said, "Hei Shengsang, it seems that you are quite sincere. Don't worry, I'm prepared."
Chapter completed!