Stingel and Hattori Kumomori made a sound of horror at the same time.
The two of them knew exactly how powerful the five jounin were. Neither of them could guarantee victory in a one-on-five situation. But someone came and fiercely killed the five jounin in an instant. Then
What kind of shocking strength should this person have?
They couldn't allow the two of them to think too much, and a long roar sent chills all over their bodies. But someone rushed straight towards the two of them. The rolling momentum was like a huge wave coming from the sky, and the two of them looked like that wave.
The swaying boat in the middle of the sea is not the coolness of riding the wind and waves, but the humbleness of seeking a slim chance of survival.
The two of them looked at each other, gave a deep shout, and rushed towards the visitor together. At this moment, they could not be so arrogant and said that they wanted to compete one-on-one. If that were the case, the two of them would really be tired of living together! In front of the visitor, the two of them were stunned.
People can hardly muster the courage to fight, and their momentum is extremely low.
Three figures passed by each other. Stingel and Hattori Kumomori seemed to have been struck by lightning, and they coughed up blood at the same time. The person who came came fell to the ground in an indescribable grace and grace.
At this moment, the four masters and the four holy warriors came to attack the visitor. They all attacked with all their strength. Perhaps the momentum of one person could not cause harm to the visitor, but the momentum of eight people combined into one should not be underestimated.
Looked at.
The visitor laughed loudly and stood up from the ground! Then, his body suddenly turned in the air and rushed straight down. It was like a meteor falling to the earth, dyeing the night red.
Stingel's anxious roar sounded: "Get away!"
At this moment, he finally realized the humble feeling of the ant. It was not that he was weak, but that the visitor was too powerful. He had a vague feeling that the visitor still did not attack with all his strength. This also indicated that the visitor might be related to the Holy See.
The saint behind him was a terrifying figure. But the age of the visitor made him doubtful. It was because he was too young...
A crisp click sound seemed to tell him: You are too late!
But someone came down from the sky and held the head of a holy warrior with both hands. Then, he used the twisting force of his body to twist the neck of the holy warrior!
Then, the person's body rose again and turned over. Then, the person let out a deep shout. His body suddenly dropped down, and his feet landed on the shoulders of a holy warrior.
Click!
There was another crisp sound, but this time the person used his feet.
However, what made Stingel's eyes split with rage was that the visitor actually exerted downward force again. Under the pressure of the huge force, the holy warrior who had long lost his vitality suddenly turned into a puddle of soft mud.
The visitor smiled brightly at him, but it was filled with a bone-chilling chill. He could only kill someone with a nod. This was really cruel!
"die!"
The God's Scepter in Stingel's hand burst out with a destructive white light, roared angrily, and attacked the intruder like crazy.
scold!
The white light rain was about to fall, and the holy voice sounded in everyone's heart. A beautiful and peaceful scene came into view. However, the murderous intention hidden behind this beauty was enough to make everyone shatter to pieces.
The corners of the visitor's lips were slightly raised, and the whole person floated up, strolling leisurely in the white light and rain, looking indescribably chic.
But if you observe carefully, you will find that the footsteps of the visitor have a strange rhythm, and a strange energy will spread out with every step.
At the moment when he took the last step, a loud noise shook the sky. The white light rain suddenly shattered and turned into little stars and dissipated between the sky and the earth.
Click!
A crisp sound was particularly clear and abrupt in this moment of silence.
This crisp sound was made when the pseudo-God scepter in Stingel's hand broke.
puff……
The horrified Stingel trembled as if struck by lightning, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of red blood. He stumbled back in embarrassment, and said with disbelief and horror: "How is that possible?"
Although the God's scepter in his hand is an imitation, it is not ordinary. As long as he has this scepter in his hand, his strength will be qualitatively improved. But now, the scepter has been interrupted by the next life. How?
Not to shock him?
The visitor smiled lightly and asked: "Why is it impossible? In the face of absolute strength, everything is false!"
Pointing at Stingel and everyone around him, the visitor looked arrogant and said disdainfully: "There is a huge gap between you and me."
"not necessarily!"
With an angry shout, Hattori Kumomori suddenly appeared behind the incoming man, holding a samurai sword as black as ink, and slashed at the incoming man.
The visitor floated forward, turned around, and a strange color flashed across his eyes, and he said in surprise: "Mo Ying!"
Mo Ying, one of the rare sacred objects in Japan.
According to legend, Mo Ying had been destroyed. But he never expected that it would be taken over by the Hattori family.
With a chuckle, the man stepped forward towards Hattori Yumori, who was attacking again, and with one finger, hit Mo Ying's blade.
Mo Ying shuddered and let out a mournful cry filled with pain.
Hattori Kumomori's face changed drastically, and he became pale. He was horrified to find that Mo Ying had a tendency to run away. If he hadn't stopped in time, Mo Ying might have left him!
The person suddenly appeared opposite Hattori Yunmori, pinched Mo Ying, who was still trembling and whining, with two fingers, and said lightly: "It shouldn't belong to you!"
"Fart!" Hattori Kumomori roared angrily and cursed endlessly. He was horrified at how powerful the incoming person was, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel depressed. Today's game was supposed to go wrong. But he never thought that such an awesome person would appear.
Not to mention the five jounin he brought with him, they all fell into disgrace without exerting any effort. And the two masters of the ninja pavilion had no chance to take action.
This power has exceeded his expectation.
I can't help but recall Grandpa Shi's emotion in my mind: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, China, maybe a little beggar on the street will become a great master. So, you have to be careful and careful. Remember, don't be arrogant."
You know, this is China, and you can only rely on yourself for everything!"
But now, he truly realized the profound meaning of his grandfather's words.
"Let go!"
The visitor gave a soft drink, the force on the two fingers increased, and his arm trembled slightly.
puff……
Hattori Kumomori opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The huge force caused his body to slide backwards. His eyes were filled with shock and horror!
The visitor carefully looked at Mo Ying in his hand. Mo Ying trembled slightly, with a little weakness and a little fear, like a pitiable little woman.
The visitor sighed: "It's really an amazing object. I just don't know whether the rumor is true or not..."
Hattori Kumomori couldn't help the doubts in his heart and asked in a hesitant voice: "What rumors?"
The visitor shook his head and smiled: "Don't say it, don't say it..."
But a heartfelt excitement arose in his heart, and he murmured: "The place where Xu Fu buried his treasure..." To be continued., Welcome to Qidian (. Vote for recommendation, monthly vote, your support is my greatest support
