Dozens of Laigen Yaqian laughed loudly: "You know a lot, yes, I am a jounin warrior, just die!" As soon as the words came out, dozens of figures stabbed at Zhou Yang at the same time.
Zhou Yang had read in the book that the Japanese ninja sect was divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower ninjas. For every thousand genin, fifty to one hundred chunin could be trained, while there were often only one or two jounin.
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That is to say, a jounin is equivalent to the leader in charge of thousands of soldiers in the Chinese army. Zhou Yang did not expect that the ninja in front of him was actually a ninjutsu master who could only be chosen from a thousand.
This time it’s even more troublesome!
Among the dozens of figures, only one is Lai Gen Yaqian's true form, but these dozens of figures are all effective against Zhou Yang's attacks.
No matter how fast Zhou Yang was, he could not move freely against the attacks of dozens of Jonin. The Qingming Sword in his hand drew sword flowers one after another, looking for Lai Gen Yaqian's true body in the crowd.
"Poof!" The right shoulder was injured, and the skin and flesh burst open.
"Poof!" He was stabbed in the lower abdomen, leaving a six to seven centimeter long wound.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Yang's movements began to slow down. There were no less than twenty wounds on his body. Although none of them were fatal, the blood flowing out of the wounds caused Zhou Yang's body to begin to suffer from a lack of blood, and his face became increasingly pale.
And he clearly felt that the momentum in his body was getting less and less, as if it was about to dry up. However, the dozens of figures in front of him had no intention of stopping, and they did not find their true form.
Gradually, the movements of Zhou Yang's hands became slower and slower, and the air exhaled from his mouth became heavier and heavier.
At this time, a pitch-black dagger passed through the air, drew a straight line, and stabbed toward Zhou Yang's chest. If it hit Zhou Yang this time, Zhou Yang would definitely die.
Seeing this fatal dagger, Zhou Yang gritted his teeth and twisted his body hard to avoid the fatal blow. Zhou Yang tried his best, but the dark dagger still pierced his chest like lightning.
Zhou Yang stood there in a daze. The moment the dagger pierced his chest, everyone stopped. Ye Jing, who was sitting opposite, watched all this. When she saw Zhou Yang's pupils gradually dilating, and the tears flowing from the corners of his mouth.
of blood.
Ye Jing suddenly felt extremely frightened, as if she had suddenly fallen into a dark pool. She was so powerless as she watched the last straw of life-saving straw fly away.
Dozens of figures gradually disappeared, and finally only Lai Gen Yaqian was left. He pulled out the dagger, blood spurted out, he stretched out his tongue and licked the dagger, and said with a ferocious smile: "You are very strong, you can
It’s a pity that I have persisted under the phantom clone technique for so long, we are enemies!”
He reached out and pushed Zhou Yang gently, frowned, and found that Zhou Yang did not fall down!
"Huh? Don't you want to die yet? Is there really such a thing as dying standing up?" Lai Gen Ya Qian increased the strength in his hands and pushed again, but Zhou Yang still did not fall down, like a wooden stake. But Lai Gen
Ya Qian didn't notice that Zhou Yang's newly dilated pupils were undergoing a slight change.
A trace of invisible golden liquid emerged around his pupils, like a small snake, slowly squirming in his eyeballs. This golden liquid was dispersed from Zhou Yang's heart.
Zhou Yang was not dead, he was just taking a breath to activate the remaining momentum in his body. He was not willing to die in the hands of this disgusting guy, let alone die so young.
Forcibly stimulating the momentum in his body, the momentum hidden in his meridians is like a sleeping lion, slowly waking up. The meridians in his body begin to expand and swell...
At this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly frowned, spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, and then fell to the ground, his whole body twitching.
Lai Gen Ya Qian shook his head with a smile on his face and said, "It's such a pity that even death is so painful. You must have done too many evil things in your last life!"
Ye Jing's eyes widened and tears flowed down her face like rain. She didn't know whether she was sad because Zhou Yang was about to die or she was crying because she was about to fall into the hands of the Japanese again.
At this time, a large number of gray-clothed ninjas in the distance rushed towards this side quickly. A trace of despair appeared on Ye Jing's face. She was already ready to commit suicide!
At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Ye Jing stopped mid-biting her tongue. Looking at Zhou Yang, who suddenly bounced up from the ground like a corpse, she forgot what she was going to do!
Lai Gen Yaqian also had a face full of doubts. He seemed to have a premonition of something. Like lightning, the ninja sword in his hand snatched Zhou Yang's chest again.
If something goes wrong, it must be a monster. He is a dying person, and suddenly explodes before death. Either he transforms into a corpse, or he has his last breath, and the energy hidden in his body needs to be exploded at once.
No matter what the situation is, Lai Gen Yaqian doesn't want to see it.
The ninja sword flew away at a speed that broke through the air. The next second, Lai Gen Yaqian's eyes widened, because the ninja sword he popped out did not enter Zhou Yang's body, nor did it hit the air. Instead, it was struck in the air.
Zhou Yang reached out and grabbed it with his bare hands.
Zhou Yang raised his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, the high-level turtle from the island country!"
Suddenly, Zhou Yang's skin began to turn red, and it spread to his face before stopping. At this time, Zhou Yang was like Guan Gong dancing with a sword, but he was holding the Qingming Sword in his hand.
He could only feel one thing at this time: the momentum in his body was extremely majestic, and the meridians he was feeling were extremely swollen and painful. He couldn't help but breathe harder so that he could feel more comfortable.
But as Zhou Yang breathed, hazy white gas was faintly emitted around his body.
Seeing this scene, Ye Jing trembled all over, and the eyes that had lost all their energy reappeared again. In the Xuan Realm, he actually broke through to the Xuan Realm before he died. The last time... the last time they fought, he was only in the middle stage of the Yellow Realm!
Cross-border breakthrough!
At this time, these four words appeared in Ye Jing's mind reflexively, because she could not think of any other reason to describe it. The aura condensing outside the body was already a sign of entering the mysterious realm.
Lai Gen Yaqian's eyes turned cold and he shouted to the men around him: "Moxi Moxi, kill him!"
Suddenly, more than 20 ninjas surrounding him rushed towards Zhou Yang, waving their scythes and shouting.
Seeing the murderous intent in these people's eyes, Zhou Yang smiled coldly, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and held the Qingming Sword across his chest. Buzz! Everyone stopped, with Zhou Yang as the center, and the surrounding ninjas
All are bound by space.
Zhou Yang lay on his side with the Qing Ming Sword and rushed forward. As he flashed past, all the gray-clothed ninjas who passed by him trembled.
Finally coming to Lai Gen Yaqian, Zhou Yang looked at his still eyes and said calmly: "Don't mess with me again in the next life!" He raised his hand and the Qingming Sword penetrated directly from Lai Gen Yaqian's open mouth to the back of his head.
hiss!
Ye Jing suddenly felt the air being sucked into her body again. Looking at the more than twenty ninjas cut in half by Zhou Yang's sword, she couldn't help but feel her stomach churning and opened her mouth to vomit.
But Ichiro and Xi Juhua, who were coming from a distance, were stunned. They saw what Zhou Yang had just done. Why didn't the adults and those companions fight back?
Watching being killed, does that kid know the secret technique?
At this time, Jingliang Yilang saw Zhou Yang's eyes glaring at them. He was so frightened that he pulled Xi Juhua, whose face turned pale with fright, and ran away immediately.
At this time, Zhou Yang suddenly fell to his knees on the ground. His right trouser leg was stained red with blood. He supported the ground with the Qingming Sword in his hand, and his whole body began to tremble.
Ye Jing was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. She moved to a stone, used the sharp edge of the stone to grind off the rope, and then walked to Zhou Yang, just when she was about to reach out to pull Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang shrank, raised his head, and stood up tremblingly. Then he turned around, gritted his teeth and picked up the unconscious Wolf King, with a look of pain on his face. He walked to Ye Jing and said expressionlessly: "I have done my best to benevolent and righteous.
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Ye Jing bit her lip tightly, looked at Zhou Yang with blank eyes, and said firmly: "Okay, but one day, I will still kill you!"
"Idiot!" Zhou Yang only uttered two words, turned around, limped and carried the Wolf King, and left Ye Jing's sight.
Because Guang City belonged to the Qing Gang, Zhou Yang did not dare to walk blatantly on the street. In a remote place, he got two sets of clothes for himself and the Wolf King to change into, and then entered a small hotel.
Zhou Yang bought a large amount of food and external ointments. After applying medicine to his wounds in the room, he began to wolf down the food on the table. In this battle, he almost exhausted all the energy in his body.
After eating, Zhou Yang finally fell asleep.
In his sleep, the red color on Zhou Yang's skin began to slowly fade away, but the momentum in his meridians was like a river, slowly and orderly flowing around his body. If you look carefully, you can see that the wounds on his body are healing at a very fast speed.
When Zhou Yang woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. He felt that his body had recovered a lot. After getting up, he did not dare to stay and went directly to a Land Rover 4S store.
After driving the Wolf King out of Guangzhou, Zhou Yang parked the car in a service area, walked to the back and began to check the Wolf King's injuries.
He opened the back of the Wolf King's head with one hand and found three or four tiny needle holes where the brain connected to the neck. Zhou Yang frowned. After returning to the cab, he took out his mobile phone and looked up Tian Yishui's number.
Someone answered the call soon after the call was dialed. Hearing the old voice inside, Zhou Yang said directly: "Old man, no matter what you are doing, come to Shenyang quickly and help!"
Tian Yishui's scolding voice came from the other side of the phone: "You bastard, you bastard, you really think I'm a god. Even if you call 1, you still have to give a rough idea!"
"I can't see anything specific. It should be damage to the cerebral arteries. The limbs have no reflex response to external stimulation, and the pupils are dilated." Zhou Yang said directly.
"That's it... just wait, I'm going to buy a plane ticket now!" The other party was obviously happy and hung up the phone a little slower than Zhou Yang.
After Po Jun received Zhou Yang's call, he couldn't help but smile and promised to come to the rescue as quickly as possible.
After driving for more than three hours, a mini-helicopter circled from a distance. Zhou Yang's cell phone rang, and Po Jun's voice came from the phone: "There is a toll station three kilometers ahead of you. Just get off the highway and go straight.
There is a school stadium, where I will wait for you!"
Watching the helicopter whizzing by above his head, Zhou Yang muttered a few times and didn't know what he was cursing. He put some force on his feet and the car accelerated again.
After getting off the highway, Zhou Yang quickly saw a vocational college in front of him and drove directly to the playground. He saw the miniature black helicopter parked in the middle.
Po Jun, wearing a black tights and sunglasses, walked quickly towards this side in the huge wind of the rotating wings of the aircraft.
Countless students around looked at us with surprised and shocked eyes. This situation was exactly like the protagonist in a Hollywood blockbuster. It was so exciting!
Po Jun opened the car door, and Zhou Yang immediately scolded: "Can't you keep a low profile? This is still a school, why don't you get me a pair of sunglasses!"
Po Jun was stunned, rolled his eyes at Zhou Yang, took off the sunglasses on his face and handed them over.