After seeing again, Nalan Hong stood straight on the head, holding the golden silk dragon stick in one hand, and was breathless without taking a breath.

"Hmph...oh, you guys, come together! One person is boring." He pointed at the four Japanese ninjas with contempt and provoked.

The ninja tiger's mouth that had just met Nalan Hong was numb. The blades of the sharp Japanese samurai sword were rolled up. This is a very steel mouth. If an ordinary ice blade hits the golden silk dragon stick, it will be broken.

The four ninjas were all specially trained. Once they met, they knew that the seemingly pretty little face in front of them was not a good person. This was an opponent they were out of reach. Nalan Hong's kung fu was more than one level higher than them, and the chance of winning alone was almost zero. If it weren't for this chance of winning, Nalan Hong wouldn't have been so arrogant.

"Hey? The Japanese, I said, "What about you guys? Don't watch it, let's go together, Ben Beile is in a hurry!" Nalan Hong took out another cigarette and threw it to Wushuang. "Brother, smoke a cigarette." The implication was that he could solve these four ninjas with just one cigarette.

These four people are not ordinary Japanese samurai. They only followed Yoshiko Kawashima's orders. Now they are chasing them alone and are walking into the tiger's mouth. Unexpectedly, they chased them with a powerful enemy. Yoshiko Kawashima gave them the order to kill all the Yehe people, but now Wushuang is in front of them. This is the treasure they dream of. So many forces are mixed together to get Wushuang's key to live. How can they miss the opportunity when they see him right in front of them?

A ninja had a black golden mask with a black cherry blossom embroidered on his shoulders. It was different from the other three companions' outfits. He looked like their leader. He gave the other three a wink. The four of them had a tacit understanding for many years, and they understood the leader's intentions with one look. The other three men drew out Japanese samurai swords from behind and stared at Wushuang fiercely.

"Master Beile, it seems they are interested in me." Wushuang shrugged, extinguished the smoke from his mouth, and then pulled out the ancient evil blade from the sheaths behind him to prepare for the battle.

These guys are well-trained. Once they have set their sights on their prey, they never miss their chances. They should not miss the opportunity. Wushuang is right in front of them. When will they not take action?

None of the three said nothing, black scarf covered her face and held a sharp blade and buried a cloth and rushed towards Wushuang.

Unexpectedly, before they could get ahead, Nalan Hong's golden silk dragon stick had already stopped in front of them.

"The opponent of you three is me!" A five-clawed golden dragon was wrapped on the golden dragon stick, and the heavy golden stick buzzed with a roar of dragons.

"Are you looking down on me? Why do you fight three at one and I am one on one? But... but it doesn't matter, one at one, Mr. Beile, you have to quickly resolve the battle. Brothers are civilized people, and they are not good at fighting with others, so it's okay to talk." He said with a shameless smile.

It is impossible for these guys to give them time to communicate. The three of them surrounded Nalan Hong and had already started to attack and kill. Na Xiu and Bai Su were frightened, but they did not dare to come to help without the orders of Mr. Beile. In addition, the two knew that Nalan Hong's move was also to let Grasim take a look. The Chinese did not expect the Russians to deal with the Japanese.

A cold light flashed, and the ninja in the lead rushed over before Wushuang could stand firm.

"Hey...you...you're not good for this. Don't you have to yell and quarrel first when fighting? At least I'll ask me to shout a few words? Japanese devils, you're not kind!" He dodged left and right, muttering non-stop.

The ninja leader did not dare to hurt Wushuang even though his sword skills were taken away, he did not dare to hurt Wushuang. Keiyu Kawashima and Yoshiko Kawashima had not yet found the crack in the Xing'anling. Everything depends on this seemingly inconspicuous little Chinese gangster. If he killed him, he would gaovre in advance! Therefore, he was also afraid of every knife.

How smart is Wushuang? He has seen through it long ago. No matter who he falls into, they will not kill him. At least, he is safe before reaching the Endless Sea.

The Japanese side has almost mastered the information of all the masters in the Dong family's thief sect, and is also familiar with Wushuang. In the information, Wushuang has no skill, and at most he will be able to climb over the wall and jump into the house. It is not afraid of it.

How powerful a person is cannot be completely determined by how capable he is. His determination and his fighting spirit have a great influence. For example, Wushuang knows that the best result now is to wait for reinforcements and not fall into the hands of the Japanese. No matter how powerful this ninja is, he must kill him.

If he has any ability to be better than this specially trained ninja, then it is his ice blade. These two weapons are made of ancient black iron. They have killed countless people and drank countless blood for thousands of years. The evil spirits are spread to the sky and the iron is cut like mud.

When the clang... a crisp collision caused sparks to splash, and the Cold Blood Treasure Blade cut off the Japanese samurai sword.

"Tsk tsk tsk...or, I'll wait for you to go back and change the knife before coming? Hehe..." He smiled wickedly.

"Chinese! Bastard!" The Japanese ninja was furious and simply threw away the samurai sword and wanted to deal with Wushuang with bare hands. This was exactly what he wanted.

He rushed forward in one step, opened his five fingers and pinched Wushuang's neck. Wushuang's mouth showed a smirk, and he flashed, and then stabbed the bloodthirsty ice blade with his left hand suddenly. He knew that he was not as good as the Japanese in ability, so this knife would definitely not be able to stab it, but don't forget that this is the bloodthirsty ice blade! Ancient Evil Blade!

The blade of the bloodthirsty ice blade raised evil wind like a demon's claw. The Japanese ninja felt a cold feeling coming from his wrist. This feeling flashed and it was impossible to move the hand again, because thick frost had formed under his wrist, and the frost was quickly spreading towards the back of his hand. It would completely freeze his entire arm in a short while.

He didn't see that a small mouth had actually been cut by the bloodthirsty ice blade under his wrist. Drops of blood rushed out like a column of water. However, after it flowed out of his body, it quickly formed into red ice crystals. There was no pain in this process.

"Ah!!!" He was shocked. He had never encountered such a terrible opponent in his life. How could this seemingly inconspicuous little gangster control such an evil weapon?
Chapter completed!