"This time, it's a real five-step distance. Who are you?" The tip of my knife pointed at the throat of the man in black.
The light of the sword flashed faintly on his mask, but he still crossed his arms across his chest and stared at me sinisterly: "Chinese martial arts have long been abandoned by the times. Even half of the gun age
Even a tail is incomparable, but the lethality of our armor-hiding technique is ten times that of the most advanced firearms. Therefore, you must die. The only difference is that it is only a matter of time. This is the arrangement of fate...
"
If the Shao brothers had not died and Zhang Baisen had not left, it would not have been the turn of the men in black to brag about the Japanese's armor-evading skills. After all, it was a knowledge stolen from the Chinese ancestors, and it was not time for them to show it off.
"I just want to know who you are? There are too many Japanese ninjas who are sneaky and don't show their true colors to others. We Chinese are nameless ghosts who cannot be killed by our swords!"
Once again, I felt the murderous aura slowly enveloping me, coming from the opposite side.
"My name? Do you really want to know?" He raised his hand and pulled down a red flag, holding it high above his head.
"Young man, do you know what flag this is?" His tone became increasingly cold and contemptuous.
I saw the blazing flames embroidered on the red flag, and vaguely guessed where he came from - from left to right, there was the sound of footsteps behind me, and it should be that countless ninjas were encircling and approaching.
"How is Tengjia? Has he been poisoned by the other party?"
My sixth sense suddenly came into play, and I swiveled to the left. The long knife drew an arc and slashed out with a swish.
There were drops of water dripping in the air. I took back the long knife and raised it to my eyes. There was half a piece of red insect left on the knife, like a two-month-old spring silkworm, but what flowed out from it was bright red juice.
The man in black raised his eyebrows: "It's useless, the fire bugs have already invaded your body. Although there are only three of them, it is enough. You will be able to see the complete picture in the mirror within twenty-four hours at the latest.
Different me, I am the only one in the world who knows how to get rid of the fire bugs. What should I do next, do you understand?"
I took a deep breath, stretched out my fingernail and flicked it, and the bug flew straight out.
"I know, it turns out to be you." The other party's murderous intent suddenly became stronger, and I immediately stabbed the knife across my chest, luckily resisting.
"Of course it's me. In the past, when almost everyone heard my name on the battlefield in Asia, they would be frightened and could not sleep at night. From the Yalu River to Xiangjiang, from Malay Island to Outer Mongolia, during the time when I traveled across the world, the most famous martial arts player in Asia was
There are no less than a thousand people from the ten sects who came to challenge me. What is the result? There is only one fate for them - death. Of course, there are also people who want to surrender, but they are not qualified."
I nodded: "You must have heard a Chinese saying: Good people don't live long, and disasters last a thousand years. This sentence is most suitable for you, Feng Linhuoshan."
The man in black looked up to the sky and "laughed" - he only laughed, but did not make any laughter. I called out his name, a man who has been on the Japanese Class A war criminal blacklist in World War II, but has never been punished as he should.
people.
"Feng Linshan, Feng Linshan, you are right. No one has mentioned this name for a long time. Anyone who has ever seen me has either died in my hands or in the hands of God. So,
It can be expected that fewer and fewer people will know about Fenglinhuoshan, including those idiots in the Pentagon Intelligence Agency."
His tone was extremely cold, and I knew that I had no other choice but to fight to the death.
"Or, you can come with me, just like them, and them..." He raised his chin and nodded to the two remaining women around him, including the many people standing half-hidden and half-revealed behind him.
I hope that dawn will come soon. Ninja's escape skills rely on the power of the night most of the time. They are like ghosts that are born and retreat at dusk, unable to resist the sunshine.
"I know everything about you, including your current worries. To eliminate the threat of the fanged demon, I only need to snap my fingers. The difficulties you feel helpless are all trivial matters to me. Do you understand?" Can't see it?
From his expression, he felt that the other person's eyes were always emitting an evil light.
He mentioned the curse of the fanged demon that Guan Baoling possessed. I started to hesitate a little, but this subtle psychological activity was immediately captured by him: "If you are interested, you can look up the year 1941
If you read the September issue of Peking Daily, you will know whether what I said is true."
Feng Linshan's reputation runs through Japan's history of World War II aggression. He is over a hundred years old, but his face cannot be seen through the mask.
"Follow me or die, you have the right to choose-"
My head hurts again, and it feels like two tiny electric drills are spinning and drilling at my temples.
"Follow you and become a genin like a walking zombie?" I sneered loudly, trying my best to suppress the pain.
He looked up to the sky and "laughed" loudly. I seized the momentary opportunity, merged my sword and man, and struck him at the throat. Facing the Japanese ninjas who had become "alien", in addition to the cruel "kill to stop killing",
Most people have no choice at all. At this point, Americans are obviously smarter than people from other countries. They know how to use atomic bombs that destroy everything to kill Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which produced the most ninjas, and unceremoniously ended Japan's attempt to use
Wishful thinking using ninja tactics to save the day.
I'm not even 50% sure about this move, because I'm facing Feng Linshan, who was known as the "Soul of Ninja" back then. Over a thousand Asian masters died in his hands, and will I follow him?
His neck suddenly moved half a foot, just in time to avoid the long knife. Before I could change my move for the second time, my chin retracted and clamped the blade of the knife.
I exerted force in the air twice in a row, but failed to draw out the long knife, so I had to let go, use the "fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea" move with both arms, twist his chin and the back of his head, and exert force quickly. This is the martial arts of the American military and police.
His "one move to defeat the enemy" is simple and practical - with a "pop" sound, his chin flicked, and the long knife flew out. I only felt a sharp pain in the five fingers of my left hand, and two of them were broken by his sudden strong internal energy.
After I landed on the ground, I realized that the severe pain in my temples had greatly reduced my internal strength in martial arts. Whether it was sword skills or fighting, I could not exert 100% of my power.
There was no distance between us, and we stood face to face. He was very short, only reaching my chest, but his momentum was unmatched. He was a master I had never encountered before.
"I told you it's useless, young man. If you practice for another thirty years and reach the highest limit of Chinese martial arts, you may be able to compete with me. Back then, the Chinese martial arts masters were defeated by me, and they still are now. Time only
It will change each other's age, but it can't change the relationship between victory and defeat, what do you think?"
His voice was still extremely cold, as if there was nothing to be happy about in defeating me, it was completely natural.
My blood rushes to Tian Ling Gai because I cannot tolerate a Japanese ninja who insulted my seniors sixty years ago and dares to openly insult me and my peers sixty years later.
"You are right. After all this time, Americans have always remembered you. Just like the Jewish killer organization pursued Nazi war criminals back then, you will soon follow in their footsteps and end up on the gallows or on the gallows.
There is no complete corpse..."
The pain in my temple became more intense every time, and I clearly felt that there were three crazy squirming insects running restlessly in my head. Without any help, I had lost control of the development of the situation, even if
With the sword in hand again, there is no chance of defeating the opponent.
A strong murderous aura rushed towards his face like a storm coming, and the triangular flag behind him rolled rapidly, adding to the surging momentum emanating from his body.
"I--"
He only said one word, then suddenly lowered his head and looked at his chest, where a dark knife tip was rapidly piercing through.
"Who? How..." He raised his hand to grab the tip of the knife, and the knife suddenly withdrew, but no blood spattered out, only leaving a strange crack on his black clothes.
Behind him, there should have been a majestic and neat bodyguard, but when the tip of the knife appeared, hundreds of figures fell silently to the left and right, like a cornfield that had been hit by a hurricane, every tree fell down, and they were all in the same place.
Over time, it can be seen that the skill of the person who used the knife has reached an incredible level.
"Who? Who is it?" The two women around him also shouted in fear.
This time, the fear of death has come to them. No one will watch hundreds of their kind being killed without panic.
In the mist behind him, a man walked out silently. The beard on his cheeks and lips fell straight to his chest, and his hair hung messily down to his heels.
"How could it be you? How could it be you?" Feng Linshan's body stiffened and his momentum dropped sharply.
"Why not me? Our contract ends today. You have controlled me for three years. I gave you a blow and we are even. From today on, I am still Tanano Kamishu. As for who you are? What do you want to do?
What? It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with the 'Tian Ninja Alliance'——"
The man wiped his face and suddenly looked regretfully at a long half-black and half-white beard that fell off his palm and sighed: "I am finally alive again. Thank you to God. I haven't seen the moon on the earth for a long time -
—" He raised his head and flicked the black blade with his left index finger three times, making three "clang, clang, clank" sounds. Then he raised his head and let out a shrill whistle, like a lone wolf howling at the moon, tearing my eardrums.
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After the howling, the dense white mist and dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the cold waning moon hanging slanting in the western sky. Only then did I suddenly realize that it was almost dawn.