The cold wind was howling, the snow was shadowy, and in the gloomy night in Changbai Mountain, the white snow shone in the mountains, and it was even more lonely everywhere. And in the snowy mountains and forests, there was a burst of sound.
There was an almost imperceptible skiing sound, but a figure rushed down from Tianchi Lake on the top of Changbai Mountain. It was a thin figure, the aura around him was a little disordered, and there was a nervous look in his eyes.
The stunning sword strike of the young man in blue shirt was still echoing in Iga Fujiro's mind. That sword strike almost made him lose his fighting spirit, and he had no intention to continue fighting at all. His
His heart was filled with endless fear. Although the sword did not seriously injure him, it had already broken down his psychological defense. So in panic, he had no choice but to escape while he could.
Ye Yinfeng's sword was so fast that he couldn't react at all. That sword also dealt a huge blow to him who had always been proud of his ninjutsu. The kind of hiding that seemed like jumping through space seemed to get rid of the limitations of space.
However, this was actually the first time he encountered such exquisite and magical movements. Even though his chest was only scratched by the soft sword that turned into golden light, and there were streaks of bright red blood. But he was already frightened.
He was so stunned that he felt that the sword almost killed him, causing him to lose his fighting spirit in an instant.
After he swept down Tianchi Lake, he ran all the way down. After running for almost half an hour, he slowed down his pace. The young man made him deeply fearful, and he just wanted to stay away from that young man.
, the further away the better, and he completely ignored that he only suffered some minor injuries.
With a "swish" sound, his body rolled up a wisp of flying snow. The flying snow rolled up in the air, and then fell for a long time. But his figure had already swept away ten feet away.
, he slowed down his body, and carefully felt the atmosphere around him. Knowing that Ye Yinfeng and others were not chasing him, he felt a sense of self-comfort and stability in his heart.
Leaning under a tree, the Fuso ninja couldn't help but let out a long breath. At this time, he had become a frightened bird. Even if there was the slightest sound of movement, he would be frightened. Obviously, this time
There was silence for a while, and the completely silent environment made him feel at ease a little. He just couldn't help but feel lucky for his wise choice. He was the only one left among all the Fuso ninjas, but he felt sad in his heart.
There was a sense of bewilderment and confusion.
"Baga!" He cursed fiercely in his heart. If it weren't for the young man in blue shirt, he should have obtained the Yuan Dan of the white dragon. He only wondered why the young man in blue shirt, who seemed to be far inferior to him in strength, made such a sound.
The strong fighting power made him feel both overwhelming hatred and deep fear of Ye Yinfeng. This contradictory feeling made him feel humiliated. As the first-class ninjutsu master of Fuso Kingdom,
The Grand Master was insulted by this general, how could he be so willing?
But his heart still lingered on that sword that was like a divine pen, and the situation at that time was always vivid and burned in his mind. He slowly calmed down his turbulent emotions, and then realized that he
The injury he suffered was more serious than he thought. After he checked his body, his expression became particularly strange. It turned out that he only suffered a little superficial injury and was only stabbed by the sword.
Slight internal injuries caused by the sword energy.
Iga Erlang's eyes couldn't help flashing, feeling frustrated, regretful and deeply self-blame. If he had known that the sword of the boy in blue shirt was just the end of a powerful crossbow, he wouldn't have been frightened and fled in a hurry.
He ran away like a lost dog, which would become the greatest shame in his life. He swore in his heart that if there was still a chance, he would kill the boy in blue shirt with his own hands to vent his hatred and kill himself
The greatest shame in life.
If he could do it all over again, he would naturally not give up this opportunity to seize the Yuan Dan from the white dragon. Even if the Yuan Dan from the white dragon was swallowed by the young man in black clothes, he would only capture the young man in black clothes.
, he also had a way to absorb the essence of heaven and earth contained in the Yuan Dan. But it was too late, Ling Tianyun had already fallen into the rushing waterfall. Even if he wanted to go back to find it, he would have been caught first.
Already.
"Baga, Baga, Baga" he raised the scimitar and the crescent moon-like long sword and swung it wildly, and the sharp sword energy shot out in all directions. The sharp sword energy blocked all the trees around him.
Cutting off, the remaining snow splashed wildly around, and deep criss-crossing scratches suddenly appeared in the snow. After venting the anger in his heart, he sat in the snow and couldn't help it.
Panting.
At this moment, a strange aura suddenly enveloped him, making Iga Fujiyang startled. He subconsciously placed the scimitar in his hand across his chest and looked around cautiously. The strange aura became more and more intense.
Thick, the lonely atmosphere around him suddenly became heavy, and a breath of deathly silence emerged spontaneously. Fuso Ninja felt horrified in his heart, the scimitar in his hand glowed with a faint light, and his eyes shot out
A vigilant light as if faced with a formidable enemy.
A sharp aura shrouded him like ten thousand swords descending from the sky. The sharp aura surged from the trees covered with thick snow in front of him. Iga's second attack
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a figure slowly walking out of the trees covered with residual snow. A deep, condensing aura lingered around the person, giving people a sense of
A frightening feeling of palpitations.
"It's you!" Iga Erlang couldn't help but hold the scimitar in his hand hard. He didn't expect that this person would appear at this time, and there was a strong murderous intention on this person. He knew that the person was carrying certain weapons.
The desire to kill appeared here. It was an ordinary face. Although the man and figure were a bit strong, it was not enough to give people an unforgettable and unique feeling at a glance. The man put his hands behind his back and put his feet
Stepping firmly on the thick remaining snow, a clear footprint slowly extended towards him from the man's feet.
"Are you confused in your heart? We originally had a cooperative relationship. But now I want to kill you. If you want to blame me, you can only blame yourself for being too self-righteous. What was originally a sure thing was messed up by an arrogant guy like you.
As for the purpose of killing you, it is very simple, I just don’t want any of you to leave alive." The man said indifferently without any expression on his face.
"Are you so confident if you want to kill me?" Iga Erlang felt the strong aura fluctuations from the opponent's body, and the scimitar in his hand shot out an even more dazzling sword energy. He condensed the energy around him
Infuriated, the bones all over his body made a dull, low-explosive sound. He swept away, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a stream of light and struck fiercely at the man. His face was even more exposed in the air.
An extremely ferocious expression.
The man stopped, and then looked motionless as Iga shot towards him for the second time like a sword. There was no emotion on his face, and there was a hint of emotion in his deep eyes.
With a look of contempt, he slowly stretched out his right hand.
For the second time, Iga took his sword and turned it into a stream of light and shot it at the man. Then he saw that the man only stretched out his right hand. The man's right hand was only slightly in the air. Suddenly, there was a burst of light.
A tearing sound came towards him, and the man's right index and middle fingers clicked into the air to release a majestic flow of energy, which instantly arrived in front of him.
His whole body immediately felt as if he was locked in by the majestic energy, which swept towards him with the breath of death.
With the sound of "grabbing", Iga heard a dull sound. The scimitar in his hand turned into a stream of light, as if it had hit the hardest thing in the world. Then the next moment, he only felt that he
A huge impact hit his chest like a lightning strike. The blood in his chest surged, and he was shocked to find that all the energy in his body leaked out at that moment like a bursting lake.
With a "pop" sound, a stream of blood arrows spurted out from his mouth, and then his body fell heavily into the snow. As soon as his body fell into the snow, he gritted his teeth and slammed his hands into the snow.
With a fierce grab, his thin body was quickly submerged in the thick snow, and the changes in his hands were also thrown away by him.
Seeing the Fuso ninja who was submerged in the thick snow, the man's eyes shot out a bright gaze, and then his figure moved together, and a pair of powerful feet fell hard into the empty space.
The snowy ground. He rubbed his feet hard, and a majestic wave of energy surged out into the snowy ground, causing the snow to fly up like an explosion. Along with the excitement,
Amidst the flying snow, a figure flew backwards out of the snow, and then the figure fell hard into the snow.
The man looked coldly at the Fuso ninja who was shaken out by the energy. His right hand turned into a claw and slightly opened it in the air. There was only a flash of cold light, but it was the scimitar discarded by Iga Nishiro jumping out of the snow.
It fell into the man's hand. Suddenly, a cold, ice-like gaze flashed in the man's eyes, and the cold light in his hand flashed. I saw that the weapon that originally belonged to the Fuso ninja turned into a cold light and shot toward
The cold light flashed out of Iga Nishiro, who was sluggish and vomiting blood. The scimitar pierced through his throat fiercely, bringing up several splashes of blood.
For the second time, Iga firmly grasped the scimitar that passed through his throat. His eyes were fixed on that person. He did not understand that the person had any idea that he had escaped into the snow.
Fang Fang. He is a great master of ninjutsu, and his escape skills are naturally practiced to the point of proficiency, but that person just used his feet to force himself out, leaving him with no way to escape. He didn't understand what the other party did.
After doing it, the escape technique that I had always been proud of seemed to be like a child's play in the eyes of the other party.
The man came slowly with heavy steps, and the sound of "rustling" on the snow was so harsh that it reached his ears. "Are you confused as to how this general found out where you were escaping?
In fact, it's very simple. After you have cultivated to a certain level, no matter how much you block all the auras on your body, my consciousness can make you invisible. I will kill you just to cause some trouble to others, so you can go with peace of mind.
Well. But don't worry, this general will definitely send someone to your Fuso Kingdom with the news of your death, and then your Iga Sect will send someone to avenge you." The man said sarcastically with a hint of joking in his tone.
The blood was still flowing, but Iga Fujiro's angry eyes never closed. He opened his mouth, but found that he had already spoken any words, and the breath stuck in his throat could not be caught.
His mind began to blur a little, and his body gradually became colder. He still felt a little regretful for coming to this mysterious continent, and then he saw a meteor streaking across the sky. He
I feel like that shooting star, but I can't go home.
"Squeak, squeak" A white shadow flew from a distance, and a gentle warmth appeared in the man's cold eyes. The white shadow came to the man's side in an instant, and then surrounded him happily.
Turning around in a circle, the man stretched out his hand and gently touched the white figure's head, and then cast a sinister look in his eyes.