Before the jounin could withdraw to defend himself, he felt numbness in his lower abdomen, and severe pain spread from his abdomen. Zhuo Yifan raised the corner of his mouth, waved his arm lightly, and pulled the samurai sword from the patient.
It was pulled out from the lower abdomen, and there was a splash of blood, and even a section of intestines was taken out.
The jounin looked down at his belly and chest in disbelief. He didn't expect that he would be defeated by Zhuo Yifan with just one move. But when he opened his mouth to speak, he could only spit out large mouthfuls of blood. Immediately afterwards, he was defeated by Zhuo Yifan.
He fell limply to the ground, lifeless.
The first Jonin was killed by Zhuo Yifan like this. Qingyan's movements were a beat slower than Zhuo Yifan's, but her peak strength was not just there for show. She followed Zhuo Yifan immediately
He killed one of the opponent's chuunin. Unexpectedly, two of his masters died at the hands of Zhuo Yifan and Qing Yan in an instant, which made the island warriors stunned.
To be honest, Zhuo Yifan somewhat admires the endurance in front of him. This is probably a common feature of the island nation's famous people, which makes them choose to endure fear instead of escaping. Especially death. Probably they think that dying in battle is the only way to survive.
It is the most glorious thing, and this can be reflected to the greatest extent in the island country's samurai and Shinobu. Otherwise, there would not be any suicides in the island country. They seem to have a pious enthusiasm for death. They were just a little stunned.
At the same time, everyone shouted again and continued to attack Zhuo Yifan and the four others.
Zhuo Yifan raised the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was going to kill a few more people tonight. The samurai sword he had just snatched from the ninja's hand was swung like a meat grinder, and he couldn't see clearly the shape of the blade.
The trajectory of the action is so dazzling that people can see stars popping up in front of their eyes.[
Before the two chuunin could recover, they felt a chill on their necks. The trachea and aorta had been severed by the knife. Blood spilled all over the ground and they fell straight to the ground.
Qing Yan didn't use any weapons, and she didn't use weapons at all to deal with these guys. The figure shuttled between the dozen or so Ninjas like flying, and only a faint white shadow could be seen among the crowd.
The flash appeared, and Kudo Jiro couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw it, and he didn't recover for a long time.
As for the ninjas who were hit in the body by Qingyan's palm technique, none of them were able to please themselves. They all suffered internal injuries, and many of them even lost their hands due to Qingyan.
Zhuo Yifan became more and more courageous as he fought. The samurai sword in his hand had already been slashed between the necks of countless ninjas. A large amount of blood had stained his clothes red. He looked very scary. But he
He still had no intention of stopping and continued to walk among the ninjas, looking for his next target.
With Zhuo Yifan and Qing Yan standing in the middle, Kudo Jiro and Angel simply became spectators. However, this scene was a bit too bloody, which made Angel frown.
The battle lasted for five minutes, until the last ninja fell. The ground was stained red with blood, and there were corpses everywhere. It was so tragic.
Qing Yan's white clothes were spotless, and she would not allow the dirty blood to be spilled on her body. Zhuo Yifan was in a much more embarrassing situation. Although he had wiped out all the enemies, there were still spots all over his body.
It was blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the other person's or his own! Of course, only he knew it, and he didn't have anything to do with it.
