Seeing through the true face of the stand-in technique, Zheng Feng did not go to work with the white-clothed ninja. He knew very well that his current situation was not suitable for fighting with others.

Didn’t this white-clothed ninja use poisonous insects to make himself hallucinate? Then he used the trick and thought it was nothing. He was on guard all over with a serious face and suddenly hit a few sticks into the air. Isn’t this a gesture of being too careful. Then he shot down the wooden stakes thrown by the white-clothed ninjas, so that he would not think he was not good enough.

The two of them had a stalemate for a while, one directed and the other pretended to be stupid, but it was quite a match.

But in the end, the white-clothed ninja stopped working, and there were explosions coming from a short distance. In this situation, something might have happened there, and the few ninjas he brought were all dead.

It doesn't matter if they die, but the mission cannot fail. The white-clothed ninja must take back the map taken away by the officers and soldiers. Otherwise, if the mission fails, not only will he pay a heavy price for it, but his family will be implicated.

You should know that although the Shogunate period was the heyday of ninjas, the competition was particularly fierce, especially in the Edo period, the competition between ninjas had become fierce, and various schools and ninjas were constantly fighting each other in order to have a greater say in the Shogunate.

If his mission fails this time, the shogunate will lose trust and respect for their family, which will be a disaster that their entire family cannot bear.

Thinking of this, the white-clothed ninja did not dare to delay. He threw out a piece of wooden stake, and at the same time he converged his breath and walked around Zheng Feng at a very fast speed, preparing to make a sound attack.

Zheng Feng saw it really, of course he guessed his plan, but the ninja's light skills were really amazing. He saw that there was only one shadow at the naked eye, which was so fast that it was hard to believe it.

The wooden stake flew over, and Zheng Feng pretended not to know, so he flew with his eyebrows and sticks. Then the white-clothed ninja raised his knife almost at the same time and slashed at Zheng Feng.

Seeing the blade falling, and Zheng Feng seemed to have not realized it, the white-clothed ninja breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at such a close distance, this cunning Ming Dynasty man would not have time to react.

To be honest, if Zheng Feng turned around to block the knife at this time, it would definitely be cool, but the usage of the stick is not that simple.

Zheng Feng raised the wooden stake with both hands, but he held the upper part of the stick with the eyebrows. The lower part was hidden in the cover of his body and hands and feet. The angle of the white-clothed ninja was invisible at all.

When the white-clothed ninja slashed at him and felt that he was sure to win, Zheng Feng took a lunge forward, then pressed his hands forward with his hands, raised his tail, and then suddenly retracted it, just like a septum.

Then, the elegance stick pierced back, crossed the back, extending two-thirds of its length. A "beep" bucket hit the white-clothed ninja's chest and pushed him out, and the knife did not fall.

A good defensive counterattack!

Zheng Feng gave himself a thumbs up.

The white-clothed ninja who flew backwards was shocked. His mind was a little confused. How did the stick come out? And just now, was the cunning Ming Dynasty who discovered him in time, or was it a pure coincidence?

Under the influence of the poisonous insect, everything the other party sees is an imaginary enemy. Whether it is the real body or the wooden stake, it will appear in front of the other party in his own image. In other words, the other party's first stick must be rushing to the wooden stake with all his strength. Then the question arises. How did he react to the real body attack that followed? He took a sneak attack on the back that he couldn't see in his sight!

The white-clothed ninja was puzzled, and Zheng Feng laughed in his heart, but he did not stop his performance.

He was not sure if the white-clothed ninja realized that he had cracked the poisonous insect illusion, but if not, he could still humiliate the opponent for the second round.

There was not much time, and the white-clothed ninja let go of his entanglement and sprinkled a dead leaf into the air.

Zheng Feng was shocked. If he had to be in an illusion, could he have witnessed multiple shadow clones with his own eyes?

Alas, what a pity!

After a while of regret in his heart, Zheng Feng continued to perform. A stick with his eyebrows was so dense that it was blown away by him. The dead leaves fell were shattered by him as his imaginary enemy.

Seeing this, the white-clothed ninja felt relieved and believed that his illusion was fine. It must have been a coincidence just now.

Then he threw out a handful of fallen leaves, then he rushed up the air like a swift, hiding behind the dead leaves and falling towards Zheng Feng.

Zheng Feng couldn't act now, so he cooperated head-on to attack. If he was the same flaw as before, then with the opponent's degree, it would be a real act and would be slashed by the opponent.

So when faced with the fallen leaves in the sky, Zheng Feng ignored it and slashed at the white-clothed ninja in the air with one stick.

The white-clothed ninja was shocked, and then he realized that he had been fooled by the cunning Ming people again. He was furious and the knife was a little faster.

"puff!"

"Bang!"

In this round of battle, the two of them evenly matched each other and no one took advantage.

Zheng Feng's left shoulder was slashed by a Japanese knife, his flesh and blood were cut open, and his shoulder blades were half broken, and he grinned in pain.

The white-clothed ninja was not feeling well, and his calf was swung by Zheng Feng, and his calf was deformed so much that he could tolerate it. He didn't say a word, and even his expression was calm.

"It's worthy of being a ninja cultivated through hell training, but now your legs are broken and my substitute skills are broken. What can I do to you? Let's see how I will curse you later!" The left shoulder was cut off halfway, and the blood flowed continuously, and there was no response. However, Zheng Feng was very proud. This was the result of his wisdom under the premise of serious injury.

The white-clothed ninja couldn't understand Chinese, so he could only judge what the other party wanted to express through the provocative expression on Zheng Feng's face.

Suddenly, his left arm spread and a flying claw flew over. Zheng Feng was caught off guard and was hit by iron claws in his chest, tightly clamping his ribs.

Zheng Feng spit out a mouthful of blood. The precise claw came from this claw when he was unprepared. This claw also came from a coincidence. It was precisely when he used his energy to suppress his injuries and his internal breath flowed through his chest.

So, under the heavy blow, Zheng Feng's inner breath was disrupted, and the heat flow of time and space was running through his body like a loach, causing his already damaged meridians to become full of holes, causing him to suffer from old injuries, and his breath suddenly came to an end.

What is this called? This is called being proud of yourself. In other words, pretending not to behave like a beep but getting trashed.

The white-clothed ninja probably didn't expect that he would cause such a heavy blow to Zheng Feng. He watched Zheng Feng curl up into a ball with pain, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth. For a moment, he thought that he was acting again, but when he thought about it carefully, how could he vomit blood like a fountain when acting? What's more, the aura on the other party was indeed weakening, and this was impossible to do anything.

Although I don’t know why, this cunning Ming Dynasty man is about to finish!

This is the final conclusion drawn by the White Ninja.

But he didn't want Zheng Feng to die so easily. How could he be willing to die just as a martial artist in the Ming Dynasty dare to tease him as a grand Zhongren and not let him suffer all the tortures and die?

Of course, the most important thing at the moment is not to deal with Zheng Feng, but to take back the map.

With a certain plan, a sharp look flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed ninja. He bundled Zheng Feng with a thorn, took him two pills to hold his life, then kicked him into the bushes, and returned to find the officers and soldiers.
Chapter completed!