As soon as Zhang Renkui finished speaking, there was a stabbing sound from the cargo boxes on both sides, and several black sharp darts, glowing with dim light, headed straight for Han Baihang and the others.
Li Si and Chu Wanyang were the first to react. They made a mistake in their steps and blocked Han Baihang and the others. Chu Wanyang saw the long knife in his hand dancing into a web of light and shadow.
After a ping-ping-pong-pong sound, more than half of the darts in the sky were reduced. Some were cut into two pieces and embedded on the wooden cargo box, while others hit the iron frame and burst out with sparks.
Li Si took one step ahead of Chu Wanyang, and received the most darts. He saw his hands on one side of his clothes, and the tattered clothes suddenly turned into a big curtain covering the sky. He shook his hands and put all the darts in his clothes, and then sent them away with both hands.
The dart in the clothes returned towards the original path, and several muffled sounds were heard in the darkness.
"This is a dart used by Japanese ninjas!" Wang Qiming picked up a dart that was cut into two pieces and said angrily: "Zhang Renkui, you still want to deny it now, didn't you collude with the Japanese?"
Zhang Renkui laughed and said: "Deny it, why should I deny it? None of you can get out alive today. Or do you want to go to the King of Hell to file a complaint against me? Hahaha!"
As soon as the laughter subsided, a black shadow suddenly appeared above the heads of the people, and the sword in their hands struck Han Baihang's head.
Wang Qiming and Wang Yaqiao, who were closest to Han Baihang, rushed to push Han Baihang aside, trying to block the knife for him.
On the contrary, the two people who were farthest away, Zhang Xiaolin and Huang Huangrong, hurriedly ran to the side for fear of accidentally hurting themselves. Zhao San was the only one who stood motionless, as if the mountain was collapsing in front of him without changing his expression.
Vigor.
Just when the knife fell, Chu Wanyang's body flashed, and a white light came from bottom to top. The knife was so fast that the ninja didn't even react. He only felt his arms go cold, two streaks of blood sprayed in the air, and his body fell heavily.
He lay on the ground, looking at his bare arms and howling miserably.
At the same time, countless darts flew out from both sides of the crowd. Li Si repeated his old trick, catching all the darts and sending them back.
This time, all the ninjas learned their lesson and immediately left the place after throwing the darts, but their whereabouts were also exposed.
Chu Wanyang's footsteps hit the ground a little, and he suddenly disappeared in front of everyone. Suddenly, several screams were heard, and the blood light shot into the sky, filling the warehouse with a strong smell of blood.
Not to be outdone, Li Si threw himself at the back of the cargo compartment, and immediately three corpses with broken bones and tendons flew out and landed in front of Zhang Renkui.
Zhang Renkui took two steps back in shock and almost fell to the ground. Han Baihang and Wang Qiming were helped up by Wang Yaqiao and wiped the blood on their faces.
"Is this your back-up plan? It doesn't seem to be very effective?" Han Baihang looked at Chu Wanyang who came out to the side carrying a bloody Tang knife, and then looked at Li Si who came out carrying two corpses.
He teased Zhang Renkui.
Zhang Renkui's face was ashen. He didn't expect that the Japanese ninja masters he brought with him would be as good as paper under the hands of Li Si and Chu Wanyang.
"It's almost time, we should leave!" Zhao San said still calmly.
Han Baihang nodded and said, "Take him away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wanyang and Li Si walked towards Zhang Renkui, one on the left and the other on the right. Zhang Renkui, who had no choice but to do anything, shouted: "You... you can't kill me! I am Zhenhai Envoy! If you kill me,
My words, you...you..."
Zhang Renkui fell to the ground as he spoke. Facing two figures who looked like murderous gods, he finally became afraid and could no longer maintain his aloof posture.
But Chu Wanyang and Li Si didn't care what he said and walked straight towards him. Less than half a meter away from Zhang Renkui, Chu Wanyang suddenly raised his head and looked deep into the warehouse. Li Si seemed to notice it too.
If something is wrong, shout loudly: "Back off!"
Chu Wanyang and Li Si stepped back at the same time, regardless of order. Where they landed, a silver needle as thin as an ox's hair suddenly appeared, glowing with white light.
Everyone was stunned together, and followed the gazes of Li and Si as they looked deeper into the warehouse.
In the empty warehouse, the sound of wooden clogs hitting the ground rhythmically came suddenly. When it fell on the ears of Han Baihang and others, it was like a drumstick hitting the heart hard, and the chest felt tight for a while.
It doesn't go up or down and it chokes in the throat, which makes people very uncomfortable.
Zhang Renkui was the oldest and the weakest. He couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Han Baihang and others were not much better, their faces were as golden as paper, and they were about to follow Zhang Renkui's footsteps, when suddenly Li Si shouted: "Zha!"
Li Si also slammed the knife in his hand onto the scabbard, and there was a muffled sound, interrupting the rhythm of the clogs.
After these two sounds, Han Baihang and the others felt a lightness in their chests, as if the stone pressing on their chests had been removed. They were sweating on their foreheads and breathing heavily.
"I didn't expect that there are such masters in China, or two. It's really surprising." A man wearing Japanese clothes walked out as he spoke.
Han Baihang looked intently and saw a man in his thirties, with long slender hair hanging on his shoulders and covering half of his face. His hands were hidden in his clothes, and his feet were stepping on wooden clogs, making a rhythmic sound. There was a sword hanging on his waist.
, pat gently on the body.
"I, Ono Shiro." The man spat and said, "Originally I didn't want to do this job, but now it seems that I came to the right place. I don't know which of the two will be my opponent, or both of them together.
Come on, I don’t mind either.”
After speaking, Ono Shiro looked at the two people with a smile, his eyes full of crazy fighting spirit, blazing. As soon as Li Sigang took a step forward, Chu Wanyang stopped him and said, "Leave this person to me."
Li Si did not object, but nodded dullly. Chu Wanyang stopped two meters away from Onoshiro, looked at Onoshiro and said, "Let's do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ono Shiro moved and heard a crisp sound, and a white light flashed in front of Chu Wanyang's eyes.
Han Baihang and others were immediately dumbfounded and exclaimed in unison: "Be careful!"
But when the sound came out, Ono Shiro had already put away the knife and stood back where he was. The knife was still hanging on his waist intact. The white light just now was like an illusion, except that there was an extra one on the ground, split in half.
A silver needle as thin as an ox hair.
"Kirunosuke, this is my enemy, you don't need to intervene!"
