No one is born lucky, and no one is born the most miserable. As long as a person has experienced many things, living is actually better than anything else. Kimura suddenly felt some inexplicable feelings in his heart. This was not because he left his hometown.
It was a kind of loneliness, but he felt as if he had a kind of enlightenment. He felt that not only the indigenous woman, but also Matsuda, was just a glimmer of light in the snowy field.
For this sudden situation, he and the other ninjas had at least a hundred ways to deal with it, but no one took any action. Like the other ninjas, he was surprised and shocked at first, and then like the other ninjas, he quickly
They soon recovered. When they saw Matsuda, who was moaning in agony, although there was a sense of gloating in their hearts, they still turned their gaze to the fierce and wolf-like light.
Wanyan Yan looked disdainfully at the Fuso ninja who fell into her hands. The strength in her hand could not help but increase a little, and the dagger was also pressed tightly against the ferocious dark ninja. What she felt about
This group of ninjas with fierce eyes but extremely calm faces felt a slight palpitation in their hearts. They were too calm. They did not have any panic because they had kidnapped their accomplices, and she began to feel something in her heart.
Some uncertainty and panic.
"I swear, you will die miserably, otherwise you will not be able to survive or die." Matsuda said in a harsh Chinese, extremely fierce. At this time, he had already reacted, and the kick made him so painful that he almost died.
He was tortured to death, and when he recovered, he said viciously to the indigenous woman who held him hostage. At the same time, he was filled with resentment in his heart. He was an outstanding ninja, but he was easily killed by a
The aboriginal woman's sneak attack was successful.
Hearing the words that sounded like a ferocious beast's roar, Wanyan Yan frowned, and the dagger in his hand couldn't help but get closer, and suddenly a few drops of blood spilled from Matsuda's neck. But the ferocious face was not affected by the blood on his neck.
But there was a change, and the pair of beast-like eyes on the twisted face shone even more crazily.
For a moment, all the Fuso ninjas did not make any move. They just watched all this quietly. They did not even look at the trembling indigenous captives. An invisible pressure arose spontaneously, making Wanyan
Yan's heart suddenly shook. She didn't understand why these Fuso ninjas didn't care about the life and death of their companions. She didn't understand why these Fuso ninjas were so cold-blooded and ruthless.
"Oh, Miss Wanyan, we meet again, but it's really not a good thing to meet under such circumstances." A voice broke the depressing atmosphere, and a figure walked into Wanyanyan's sight with steady steps.
In the midst of it, she took a closer look and her heart instantly relaxed.
Ling Tianyun knew that Wanyanyan would be crushed by this invisible pressure if he didn't show up again. He discussed it with Ye Yinfeng and walked out first, while Ye Yinfeng hid in the dark. In this way, it was light and dark,
The two of them can do a better job of taking them by surprise and catch these Fuso ninjas in one fell swoop.
Seeing someone appear, this group of Fuso ninjas felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, because they didn't realize how the person was approaching them, and they didn't expect someone to appear so late at night, which shocked them. It was just that they saw the person coming.
However, he was slightly relieved. After all, a young man of about eighteen years old could not change anything at all. There were twenty of them. Even excluding Matsuda who was held hostage, they were still outnumbered.
Kimura looked at the young man who suddenly came in doubtfully. For some reason, he felt a strong crisis in his heart. This young man gave him an overwhelming momentum, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
He was just a handsome-looking eighteen-year-old boy, with a strong masculine aura about him, like the rising sun. But he didn't think too much about it. He thought it might be his hallucination. After all,
People like him, who are called martial arts geniuses in the sect, have only reached the level of ninja through diligent training. And the boy in front of him is about ten years younger than himself. Even if he is a genius, it will take time.
of.
"Where did you come from, a wild boy looking for death?" a Fuso ninja yelled in blunt Chinese.
But Ling Tianyun ignored it, his eyes kept falling on Wanyanyan's face, and he noticed the subtle changes in expression on Wanyanyan's face.
"Baga", when the Fuso ninja saw that Ling Tianyun didn't pay attention to him, he couldn't help but became angry and cursed. Then he took out the scimitar hanging from his waist, and he ran away, carrying it in the snow.
A snow-like afterimage, and the sound of swords resounding across the snowy field.
Ling Tianyun's eyes narrowed. The strength of this group of Fuso ninjas was not weak, but when they met him, they were still a little inferior. His body remained motionless, and the long moon-like scimitar drew a graceful arc in the air.
Line, the figure was in front of him in an instant, and the knife was the first to strike at him across the air.
Seeing this scene, the other Fuso ninjas showed cruel smiles in their eyes. He is really a young man who is not afraid of death or getting into trouble. Inoue's strength ranks among the top ten among the younger generation of the sect. Is this young man not?
He was so frightened that he couldn't even hide. However, if the young man hid, he wouldn't be able to escape Inoue's eight consecutive blows like meteors chasing the moon.
"Ah, someone is going to die as soon as we meet." Ling Tianyun watched the scimitar with cold light coming towards him, his face changed with fright, and he yelled in panic. And his body was full of panic.
With a slight twist, the cold light passed through the tip of his nose, and the tearing light made his face painful.
Inoue's sword struck the air, and he couldn't help but be stunned. However, before his sword hit the ground, the scimitar turned and struck Ling Tianyun's waist from bottom to top. This was his sect's most exquisite sword technique.
The eight swords are connected in a chain, and the swords are deadly. Coupled with the method of absorbing qi in their ninjutsu, the sword wind is even more powerful. It can be one sword after another, and the strength of each sword is superimposed.
Next cut.
Ling Tianyun yelled in panic. He shifted his body and dodged the knife with extremely fast speed. The domineering light from the knife made him feel something extraordinary, but this
The cultivation level of this ninja is really low. If he had the same cultivation level as him, he might be wounded by a knife.
The other ninjas showed disdain in their eyes, but they also felt that this boy was really lucky. He managed to avoid Inoue's two fatal sword moves twice in a row. But the boy should not be so affected by the third sword move.
Fortunately, this third sword is more powerful and faster.
Inoue did not expect that his two consecutive blows did not touch the corner of the boy's clothes. He couldn't help roaring and turned the sword, but the bright light of the sword swept up the snow on the ground. A strong wind was blowing and snowflakes were falling.
It swept towards Ling Tianyun, and this sword superimposed the power of the previous two swords. The sound of the sword slashing through the air became roaring, and its momentum was evident.
In the endless shadow of the sword, in the flowing sword light, snowflakes rolled up all over the sky, and the momentum like the roar of the wind rolled towards Ling Tianyun.
"It's interesting." Ling Tianyun's eyes lit up. He also felt very unfamiliar with these foreign visitors. In the past, he had only heard Ye Yinfeng say that Fusang Country was just an island country in the sea, but he didn't know about this group of Fusang.
Samurai also have extraordinary martial arts. Don't underestimate the world. This Fuso ninja also brought him some unexpected surprises.
The blizzard was coming, and the wind was howling. Ling Tianyun concentrated on his luck. He stood in the center of the blizzard, and all around him were the dazzling lights of swords. He stretched out his right hand and pointed towards the blizzard.
He caught it. Suddenly, the blizzard scattered, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and a figure stood in front of him with an unbelievable look in his eyes.
Ling Tianyun clamped his two fingers and clamped the scimitar that was dancing wildly in the hands of the Fuso ninja. The strong internal force poured from his two fingers and struck at the Fuso ninja who was holding the scimitar.
A look of shock appeared on Inoue's face, and he could not hide the horrified look in his eyes. The scimitar in his hand seemed to have taken root and was caught by the young man's reaching hand. No matter how hard he tried, the scimitar would not move at all. Then,
A scorching hot energy surged from his scimitar, making his jaw numb. He almost wanted to throw away the scimitar that he regarded as life. He used the energy in his body like crazy, and all the strength in his body was flowing.
He tried to grasp the hand holding the knife, but it was in vain.
"Ah!" He seemed to have received the greatest insult in his life, and he couldn't help but let out an unwilling roar. He tried to take his saber back from the young man's hand. But he still failed, and his expression couldn't help but change.
His weapon is his life. To him, the sword is more important than his life. If a ninja can't even protect his own weapon, then what's the use of his ninjutsu?
Unprecedented frustration flowed in Inoue's heart, and unprecedented shame spread in Inoue's heart. His body was still and he didn't move at all. He looked at the young man whose face was filled with sunshine.
Looking around, he saw a smile on the young man's face. He felt that this was the greatest shame to him. Inoue suddenly became discouraged. He loosened the hand holding his saber, and then
He took a few steps back.
Ling Tianyun was surprised to see this Fuso ninja who was shorter than him in a white cloak chattering to him. Then he was surprised to see this Fuso ninja bow down to him.
Moreover, his body was bent very low, and he was almost about to fall forward.
Inoue took out a smaller and shorter sword from his waist. He raised the knife and squeaked a few times into the endless night, and then a cold light passed through his hand. The knife was inserted into
In his own lower abdomen, there was no trace of pain or decadence on his face. Instead, his face showed excitement, as if this was the most glorious moment in his life.
Ling Tianyun was confused, not only Ling Tianyun was confused, but even Wanyanyan was stunned. Where in the world is there such a person who commits suicide when he can't beat others, and even committing suicide feels like a supreme honor.
But Ye Yinfeng, who was in the dark, had his eyes shining brightly. He felt that he had seen the sword skills of this Fuso ninja before, but he couldn't remember where. Although the Southern Tang Kingdom was also adjacent to the sea.
, but he had never seen the Fuso Ninja in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but this sword skill made him feel very familiar. His mind quickly replayed the scene when the Fuso Ninja and Ling Tianyun started fighting, the Crescent Moon Sword, this
It seems to be a knife style.
A slight sound of breaking through the air came, and Ye Yinfeng's heart was shocked. He quickly got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind. There were about ten people who came, and they also came by skiing, although they were a few meters away from him.
It was two miles away, but he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. He completely shielded his aura and waited for the arrival.
Zhong Jianying waved his hand, and all the Zhong family warriors behind him stopped. He saw the col hidden in the snow-capped mountains, and he saw little bits of fire flickering. He led the Zhong family warriors to quietly surge up to the top of the mountain. They
They had already changed into the white cloaks of the Fuso ninjas they had killed. Under the snowy night, the white cloaks were better able to conceal their whereabouts. When they slid down from the top of the mountain and entered the pine forest next to the mountain col,
At that moment, a person slowly walked out of the pine forest.