"Silly boy!" Under the bright moon in the sky, under the eaves of a wooden structure, two unscrupulous middle-aged men were playing chess on the roof with nothing to do. It looked like a game of Go, but in fact it was the most ordinary backgammon game.
"Hey, don't think that just because you lose, you just sigh and shirk your responsibilities. What happened in Xi'an was most likely done by Yin Nin. A mere hundred fleas can be so arrogant. Go ahead and kill them!"
Yin Yueyi proudly played the last black stone and finally won the backgammon game.
"Why me again?" Yaoriquan looked helpless: "I am already a monk, do I still have to fight and kill?"
"Who told you to lose to me? Can you bear to see your niece being bullied?" Yin Yueyi said plausibly.
"It seems like you are still his father, right?" Yaoriquan said with emotion.
"I'm willing to admit defeat!" Yin Yueyi declared.
"Okay! I'll go!" Yaoriquan sighed, knowing that he couldn't be more unscrupulous than the man in front of him, so he had to go over obediently, but he muttered: I really don't know how my sister could fall in love with such a man.
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"What are you talking about?" Yin Yueyi asked suspiciously.
"I'm asking if killing everyone is enough?" Yaori asked.
"Then do as you like!" After Yin Yueyi said that, Yaori's figure disappeared into the night.
"Dear, I will not let our daughter be wronged!" Yin Yueyi said firmly while looking at the full moon above her head.
This night was extremely unsettling for many people, because the murderous sword that had been dormant for a long time reappeared. In Japan, generally speaking, the so-called murderous sword is the demon sword Muramasa, but for many old people who have been living in the world
For example, the murderous knife is a person, a man who kills people with a big knife. It is said that this knife has been passed down from generation to generation. No one has seen the true face of the person holding the knife, because everyone who has seen it is already dead. The murderous knife
The real fame of the sword was a hundred years ago. It is said that this murderous sword killed 1,000 samurai during the Meiji Restoration. From then on, the reputation of the murderous sword was truly established. For a long time, the reputation of the murderous sword shocked the whole world.
Japan, until soon after, was overshadowed by another, more resounding name.
At this moment, a bald man stood in front of the dark ninja headquarters. In his hand, he held a pitch black knife, because only pitch black knives would not reflect any light.
Behind the man, there was a road of blood. A total of 20 ninjas all had scars on their necks. The remaining 50 ninjas huddled in the room and did not dare to come out. The man's instant display of fighting power had frightened them.
I was so scared. I had never seen such terrifying combat power. This man only slashed with one blow. With one blow, 20 elite ninjas fell down. They didn't even do anything before they died.
"Why are there only 70? Isn't it claimed that there are 100?" The man counted the number of people and found that only 70 of the legendary 100 remained at the headquarters. This really disappointed him. It seemed that today's fight was not interesting enough.
Although Dun entered Buddhism to cultivate his moral character, his murderous intention was still quite strong.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the man's knife inevitably cut down, but this time it was one person at a time. He was forcing the sheep to make a final resistance, forcing them until they collapsed. As expected, one after another some people were invaded by fear.
Some softened, but more people became determined to fight to the death and began to resist in vain. Darts, kunai, and all kinds of hidden weapons were shrouded towards Yaoriquan. It was just the long knife in the man's hand.
, all hidden weapons were blocked.
The killing still continues.
"Why are you doing this!" A middle-aged man dressed differently from the An Ninja finally stood up. There was no cotton gauze on his face. Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he was still an elder-level figure. He was obviously an An Ninja.
of leaders.
"It's very simple, I want you to die!" Yaoriquan suddenly became excited when he saw a strong opponent finally appeared. He pointed the long knife in his hand at the middle-aged man.
"I, the Koga clan, fight to the death!" This person called out. Suddenly the desire to fight flashed in the eyes of many ninjas, and the weapons in their hands were picked up again, but they never expected that what Yaoriquan wanted
That's the effect.
Under the dripping blood, every time he moved, a companion fell. Finally, someone collapsed and chose to commit suicide. Instead of being unable to control his own life and death, it is better to control his own death. This was the only thought of this group of people.
The weapon in his hand immediately cut into his body, and he forgot all about the spirit of Bushido.
"Baka! Don't commit suicide!" the middle-aged man shouted, but unfortunately no more people could hear his words. Yaoriquan's speed suddenly accelerated, and all the ninjas around the man fell to the ground. The only one standing
The only one left alive was this middle-aged man.
"Do you have any last words?" Yaoriquan asked.
"Why do you want to kill us?" The man looked at the corpses of his companions around him and finally gave up resistance.
"Because you deserve to die!" After answering this question, in the man's eyes that remained unblinking, Yaoriquan had already chopped it off with one strike. The unknown man's body immediately fell down, and his head rolled to a place not far away.
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Yao Quanri walked to the place where the head was.
"Since your eyes are open, then I will tell you why you deserve to die!" Yaoriquan's knife had already struck the ground, and suddenly the air seemed to be cut. From behind the air, a figure with open eyes appeared.
The bloody man, this man's vitality has been completely wiped out!
"Because you were treated as a scapegoat by the Onmyoji! Those guys are the ones who really assassinated my niece!" Yaoriquan looked at the slowly falling Onmyoji and said calmly: "There is a price to pay for watching the show.
If you want to be an oriole, don’t forget the person holding the slingshot behind you!”
The middle-aged man seemed to understand all the conspiracy, and his eyes that were open suddenly closed.
Yao Riquan walked away with the knife that had killed countless people but was not stained with blood.
Everything is just the beginning.
"What? All the remaining dark ninjas were wiped out?" Looking at the remaining dark ninja, Mochizuki Genius suddenly felt heartbroken. With so many dark ninjas gone, everyone would be heartbroken.
"Indeed, a total of 71 corpses!" the remaining dark ninja replied.
"Do you know who did it?" Wangyue Genius asked.
"I don't know, but one of the corpses belongs to an Onmyoji! But according to the investigation, the power of the other party to kill is quite terrifying, unless Abe Seimei did it himself!" the dark ninja replied.
"Onmyoji, they? Seimei is absolutely impossible!" Genius Mochizuki naturally understood that someone like Seimei would never do it himself. After all, there was Fuma Kojiro watching from behind, coveting the throne of Japan's number one master.
