Yamamoto Ichiro sped up and ran in the yard, his footsteps became denser than before, and he kept changing his position, waiting for opportunities to move.
Whoosh!
Yanlong slashed the Yanlong Spear in his hand in the air. Under his gray robe, he looked at his surroundings with his eyes, and said to Yamamoto Ichiro who was running: "Old devil Yamamoto, we have had enough fun, it's time to get down to business.
I'll give you another chance to choose. Either follow me back to the 'Temple' yourself, or I'll cripple you and drag you back."
Yamamoto Ichiro, who was running wildly, almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard Yanlong's words. He fought for a long time, but the other party was just teasing him?
Yamamoto Ichiro took out a shuriken and threw it at Flame Dragon.
Whoosh!
Hearing the sound of breaking through the sky from the darkness, Yan Long waved the Flame Dragon Spear in his hand and accurately shot the shuriken to the ground.
Whizzing!
Dang! Dang!
Two more shurikens flew out of the darkness and headed straight for the Flame Dragon; but when they got close to the Flame Dragon, they were shot down by him again.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
In the darkness, Yamamoto Ichiro kept throwing shurikens at the Flame Dragon while running fast, but every shuriken thrown was shot down at his feet by the Flame Dragon.
In the emerald green world formed by Luo Hao's tactical glasses with night vision enabled, he saw Yamamoto Ichiro's body flashing and changing directions, and every time he changed directions, it was like a flame dragon throwing a hidden weapon.
Yanlong chose to remain unchanged in response to the ever-changing situation, standing on the spot and constantly waving the Flame Dragon Spear in his hand to block the hidden weapons thrown by Yamamoto Ichiro.
"Old devil Yamamoto, how long are you going to play these children's dart games?" Yanlong asked Yamamoto Ichiro, who was running around him.
As soon as Yanlong finished speaking, the Yanlong gun in his hand aimed at a shuriken flying towards him, but this time Yanlong did not knock down the shuriken again, but changed the shape of the shuriken in his hand.
The flight path of the sword counterattacked the shuriken.
The position where the shuriken was counterattacked was the position where Yamamoto Ichiro moved next.
In the process of continuously knocking down the shurikens thrown by Yamamoto Ichiro just now, Yanlong has been looking for the patterns of Yamamoto Ichiro's movements.
When Yanlong was able to predict the position of Yamamoto Ichiro's subsequent movement, he decisively counterattacked.
Yamamoto Ichiro was already moving at high speed. When Yanlong hit his shuriken towards his next moving position, it was impossible for him to change the trajectory. The only way to avoid being hit by the poisonous hand was
The only way to hit with a sword is to use the "Golden Cicada Escapes" technique!
"Let's see how you can escape this time!"
At the same time that the shuriken hit Yamamoto Ichiro's ninja uniform that he had taken off, Yanlong moved, running like thunder, with the spear in his hand pointed directly at the shadow in his one o'clock direction.
"Even Watanabe Katsumasa would find it difficult to use the 'Golden Cicada's Escape' technique twice in a row. Yamamoto, I don't believe you can be more powerful than Watanabe Katsumasa!"
Ding!
Yamamoto Ichiro placed the demon sword Muramasa in front of him, blocking the Flame Dragon Spear thrust out by the Flame Dragon. His body retreated sharply, and the Flame Dragon forced him to the corner of the yard.
Yanlong withdrew the spear in his hand, then thrust it out again, and stabbed three times in a row. Although each spear stabbed the demon sword Muramasa in Yamamoto Ichiro's hand, the power transmitted from the Yanlong spear was
Pushing Yamamoto Ichiro further back.
Whoosh!
After forcing Yamamoto Ichiro into the corner of the yard, Yanlong pointed the Yanlong Spear at Yamamoto Ichiro's throat and asked: "Are you convinced?"
Yamamoto Ichiro was panting heavily. It was obvious that the previous high-speed movement had consumed too much of his energy. However, in the face of Yanlong's inquiry, Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes were wandering, and he was obviously unwilling to surrender like this.
Yamamoto Ichiro's hand slowly moved behind him, his eyes constantly changing.
"You want to use the same trick on me a second time?"
Yamamoto Ichiro's little move did not hide from Yan Long's eyes. Yan Long snorted coldly, removed the tip of the gun from Yamamoto Ichiro's throat, and hit Yamamoto Ichiro's face with the gun body, slapping him so hard that he almost wanted to
Fell to the ground.
However, as soon as Yamamoto Ichiro stabilized his body, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his shoulder, and Enryu stabbed his shoulder with a spear.
"Yanlong, as an elder of the Temple Council of Elders, you actually dare to hurt someone?!" Yamamoto Ichiro covered the blood hole on his shoulder and asked Yanlong angrily.
"You are meddling in things you shouldn't be meddling in. I'm being polite without shooting you through the throat."
Yanlong moved the Flame Dragon Spear towards Yamamoto Ichiro's throat and said coldly: "Either follow me back to the temple, or...die!"
Yamamoto Ichiro slowly put down the demon sword Muramasa in his hand, and gave up the last resistance, because he knew that in his current state, he would never be able to defeat Flame Dragon. Instead of being killed by him here, it would be better to follow him back to the "Temple"
"Although you will lose your freedom, you can at least survive."
"I can go back to the temple with you."
Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the members of the Ryuugakure team standing aside and asked: "But they...?"
"Don't worry, I will abide by the rules of the temple." Yanlong said, "I am here just to bring you back to the temple, and I will not interfere in anything other than this matter."
Yamamoto Ichiro nodded and said, "I have some things that I need to pack and take to the temple."
"Okay!" Yanlong nodded and agreed to Yamamoto Ichiro's request, then took out a few golden needles and sealed them on his acupuncture points to prevent him from escaping, "Don't think wrongly, I can catch you as soon as I can."
Your second time. But next time, this shot won't be stabbed in your shoulder."
After Yamamoto Ichiro left, Yanlong put away the Flame Dragon Spear, walked up to Luo Hao, and said to Luo Hao: "I took away this old devil Yamamoto Ichiro, and you will leave the rest to yourselves."
"Senior, we are hunting down a guy who has a terrifying and deadly virus. I wonder if you can help?" Luo Hao asked Yan Long.
"cannot!"
Yanlong directly rejected Luo Hao's request and said: "Although I have the same blood as you and I hate the virus bombs created by the little devil, due to the rules of the 'temple', I cannot interfere with yours.
It’s a matter of fact, so I’m sorry.”
Although he had guessed that Yanlong would answer like this, Luo Hao still felt a little disappointed when he actually heard what he said. Yanlong was too powerful. With his help, he would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
.
But now that Yanlong rejected it, Luo Hao didn't force it anymore. After all, the appearance of Yanlong was just an accident. If there was no Yanlong, they would have to deal with Yamamoto Ichiro by themselves, and now Yanlong has taken away Yamamoto Ichiro.
Well, it has solved a big trouble for people like myself.