2 Fenglin Huoshan I felt the hot blood dripping from Tengjia's body, and I didn't have time to make any thoughts or judgments, because the sword light came from all directions like a tide, wrapping around my double swords one after another.
"One o'clock, fifteen steps—"
"Ten o'clock direction, nine steps -"
"Two o'clock, five steps—"
After three consecutive twists and turns, I killed eleven more people. I threw the long knife with my left hand and penetrated the chest of a woman in red. It wasn't that I meant to kill, I just couldn't help myself. Japanese ninjas can survive the change of political power.
, the entire history of military wars is enough to prove that this ethnic group with a special status has its irreplaceable qualities, especially the perseverance and murderous spirit of "never giving up until the goal is achieved".
Five steps away, which was exactly the length of two long knives butting together, I saw an extremely thin and dry man in black, wearing a dark metal mask on his face, only revealing his shining eyes. Behind his back, there was a
It is not a common samurai sword, but a triangular flag with four poles of red, white, blue and green in different colors. If it were not for the cruel and bloody battle, it would be easy to think of the warrior costumes in Chinese Peking Opera, which would make people laugh.
On both sides of him, stood two women with pale faces, very similar in stature, but they wore red, white, blue, and green clothes with fat sleeves that fluttered in the wind.
I realized that the position where these people were standing was the core center of the "Besieged Bureau". The entire formation relied on the flag of the man in black. Unfortunately, there was no long-range attack weapon to kill him. As long as the center died,
, all the dwarfs and women will lose their attack direction and naturally collapse.
"Are you okay...?" Tengjia's voice was mixed with the clanking of swords.
"Of course!" I sneered, wiped off the blood that had been spattered on my face for the first time, and flashed the blade, piercing the chest of a dwarf who was about to move three steps away. These little ninjas, who were as perverted and hateful as rats, would borrow money at any time.
Under the cover of darkness, it dealt a fatal blow.
"If we don't kill that formation leader, tonight will be the final outcome."
It's strange that, surrounded by layers of snowflakes, we can still talk calmly.
The white mist is getting thicker. Except for the silhouettes of people far and near, no original buildings of Fengge Temple can be seen at all. In the Japanese Dunjia Art, the most important means of concealing people is this kind of tangible and intangible mist, but it is extremely clever.
A ninja who is a ninja, but can penetrate the fog and clearly see all the movements of both the enemy and ourselves.
"I know, but the opponent has deployed the method of 'shrinking the ground into an inch'. It seems that the distance is five steps, but it may actually be a hundred steps away." The attack suddenly stopped, giving Tengka and I a chance to breathe. "Shrink.
"The ground is an inch, and a thousand miles are in a blink of an eye." These are the superb skills of Qimen Dunjia. If you don't know how to crack it and attack rashly, no one can predict what kind of dangerous ambush there is in this distance.
Tengjia's body swayed, and he turned over and fell to the ground. His face was sallow, and the light in his eyes was gradually dimming.
I held her waist again and asked in a low voice: "What do they want? The secret in your heart?"
Only if she still hides the secret of being coveted in her heart, or if she abandons it happily, can she get out of the current predicament.
"No -" She smiled miserably, with traces of blood on her chapped lips.
I read her thoughts, and indeed, apart from the weird three-dimensional maze building, there was nothing strange about her.
"So, in the Egyptian desert, who killed Yano Shenshi? Who stole his heart? Where were the nineteen Buddha relics he ate? Where did they go?" This question has troubled Su Lun and I for a long time.
He refused to believe that it would be Tengjia who took action, and Su Lun even suspected that Dr. James was the real murderer.
Tengjia gasped a few times, straightened up, and suddenly asked: "Buddha relics? There are no Buddha relics in the world, at least not in Fengke Temple, nor in the 'Tower of the Dead'."
I was stunned. Tanano Kamishi clearly said that he secretly ate Buddha relics and his ability to understand would improve by leaps and bounds - "Then, who killed him? You or Dr. James?" After Tengka woke up.
, once said that even when he was asleep, he was still awake, but he could not speak.
"It's the reborn one." She answered without thinking.
"Is the 'Rebirther' under the Qinglong Society? James is one of the Rebirthers?"
Tengjia shook his head: "No, the 'reborn one' is not a human being at all, but... a kind of... thought..."
The scene of Yano Kamiji being disemboweled left a deep impression on me. After all, I personally rescued him from the Cave of Ten Thousand Snakes and closely guarded his body for twenty-four hours. The final result
, I failed to save his life, which is the biggest regret of my trip to Egypt.
"Ideology? Hypnosis? Someone killed Tanano Kamishi and took away his heart while he was being hypnotized?" I asked tentatively.
Tengka shook his head again: "No, it was the reborn one who killed Tanano Kamishiba and took away his thoughts."
I raised my foot and wiped off the blood on the blade, and re-examined my question: "Who is controlling the reborn person? If it is just thought, then what is the ultimate purpose of this thought? Is it just killing people for fun? Or is it being controlled by others with ulterior motives?
Someone is controlling it, or is the mastermind behind it the Qinglong Society?"
The power of the Blue Dragon Society is so powerful that the police systems of various countries feel like they are facing a formidable enemy, fearing that one day these troubles will find their way to them.
"That is a thought with extremely strong predatory capabilities. It can invade the thinking system of normal people in an instant, find the system's weaknesses, and then take away all valuable information..." Tengjia's words became more and more weird,
But I still understood the meaning of the so-called "reborn person", which is fundamentally different from the Jianghu legend.
The attack formation stopped, but I saw the fog around the man in black getting thicker and thicker.
A long time has passed since the ambush in the Sutra Pavilion, but no one in Fenggeo Temple was awakened by the sound of fighting. It is possible that they have been restrained by the armor-hiding technique of the man in black, and everyone is in a comatose state.
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I took a long breath and stared at the still cold blade: "How long can you hold on? I'm going to rush out, just like assassinating Kujuro. Can you wait for me to come back alive?"
Behind the man in black, there are many shadowy people. Their clothes are of different colors, but the hilts of swords are exposed on their shoulders. Their expressions are solemn and silent. Tengjia can't call the other person's name or sect, but judging from the aura of the man in black
, should be the leader of this large group of ninjas of all kinds.
"Maybe... I tried my best, you should know my situation." Tengjia smiled bitterly and leaned towards me.
The longest documented survival record for a person who has entered the "reflection" state is three hours. Tengka will not be so lucky. I am just surprised that there should be many secrets in her mind, but so far,
I know nothing except the maze. And my knowledge about the maze is only limited to the middle part with no beginning and no tail. There is no hint on how to enter or how to exit.
I let go of my hand holding her and gently flicked the blade: "Okay, wait until I come back."
Tengjia reluctantly stood still and bit her lip tightly. She had become so old and embarrassed. Compared with the first time he saw her in the desert, he had nothing in common except the same name.
"Take care." She wanted to smile and bless me, but she failed. The corner of her mouth twitched, which was more like the trembling of stiff muscles on her face than a smile. The smile was like a flower, a girl in her twenties and a girl in her twilight years, shriveled and withered.
The contrast between the old women one after another vividly shows the cruelty of time.
The long knife buzzed and vibrated, and I began to gather my inner strength and stabilize my mind, aiming to kill the man in black with one blow.
"If I die, the secrets of "Blue Sky Yellow Spring Sutra" are all in that safe - no matter whether I have fulfilled Master's last wish or not, today is the day of my death. Feng, we will say goodbye forever..." Teng
Jia's tone when he spoke was full of decadence and sadness. Even a thousand years of soul would not want to die. I believe that every creature with artificial intelligence in the world is full of fear of death.
My left temple suddenly seemed to be stabbed by something, and I felt a sharp pain. I immediately reached out to wipe it away, but there was nothing.
The fog became heavier, and my mood was so suppressed that I seemed to be out of breath soon. The surroundings became silent. The dwarfs and female ninjas were hidden in the fog. The faces of the people only five steps away became clearer and clearer. It was obvious to me.
I saw the man in black's sparse eyebrows with gray spots on them, and the indescribable coldness and arrogance in his eyes.
The four women beside him stood expressionless, but each of them had their right hands behind their backs. The most hidden killer should be buried there.
"Feng... did you hear the sound of the flute?" Tengjia shook his head again and turned to look to the left.
That should be the direction of the meditation hall. There is nothing but white mist.
I didn't hear it, so my mind and thoughts were all focused on killing the enemy with my sword.
"It's the sound of the master's flute. On the last night in the cold pond, he played the same tune..." Tengjia's tone became more and more trance-like, and he suddenly turned around and staggered forward a long way.
Step, cross in front of me.
I grabbed her wrist to stop her weird movements, but at that moment, I felt sharp stings in three places on my left and right temples and forehead at the same time, as if three strong wasps had stung me at the same time.
It hurt and was accompanied by a period of numbness. I couldn't help but scream "ah" and subconsciously took a step back.
The combat power that had been accumulated for a long time was released thousands of miles away, all disappeared, and the tip of the knife hung feebly to the ground.
Tengjia took three steps in a row, her movements stiff and mechanical like a puppet. If she could not be stopped, the mist would separate the two of us.
"Miss Tengjia, stop!" I yelled with great strength, and my internal energy came from Dantian, but it only reached the Tanzhong point and suddenly disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. All changes came from the man in black on the opposite side, and I woke up
I realized that if we couldn't counterattack in time to break this hypnotic attack, the two of us would soon become drowsy prisoners.
The sudden awakening of my thoughts was just a flash of light, and I followed closely behind, suddenly exerting force on my arms, spinning and throwing the long knife.
Two figures, one red and one white, crossed and flashed beside the man in black, and a one-foot-long scimitar flashed out from behind his elbow and formed a cross. I saw it right. There was clearly only five steps away in my sight.
The knife flew through the air for more than two seconds before reaching the opponent, colliding with the short knife, and a brilliant spark burst out.
The knife returned to my hand again. Each of the two women was hit by a palm, and their bodies flew into the white mist. Two screams were heard in the distance.