It was pitch black outside.

In the hall, Kong Ji was sitting cross-legged on the puffer mat, knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the scriptures.

At this moment, an old monk stumbled in from the entrance of the hall, "Abbot, senior brother, big, something is wrong." The old monk said and fell to the ground, looking seriously injured.

Kongji looked back and quickly got up to the old monk, helped him up, and asked, "Junior Brother Kong, what's wrong?"

"Senior Brother Abbot, a group of men in black suddenly came outside." As soon as Kong Le finished speaking, he saw a dozen men in black appearing at the entrance of the hall.

Seeing this group of men in black suddenly, Kong Ji frowned and asked coldly: "Are you Japanese ninjas?" As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his abdomen. When he looked down, he saw a dagger inserted into his abdomen, and Kong was holding the dagger.

"Junior Brother Kong, you..." Kong Ji stared at Kong Yu, looking at Kong Yu in front of him with an incredible face.

Huo Ye quickly pulled out the dagger, took a few steps back to the group of men in black, then waved his sleeves, and instantly turned into a middle-aged man in a Japanese samurai suit. He was the leader of the Kimura group, Kimura Masashi Kimura.

"Hahaha, old monk, what you just saw was my great Japanese illusion." Kimura Masashi spoke quite fluent Chinese, and his voice was completely different from before.

"You Japanese warriors are despicable and abuse everywhere. This is what I am not ashamed of in Chinese martial arts. Amitabha, how good it is." Kong Ji covered the wound on his abdomen with his left hand and raised his palm in front of his chest with his right hand, looking extremely calm.

"Hmph! Old monk, don't be full of compassion. Let me tell you the truth. This dagger has been heavily poisoned. Now your Dantian hole has been sealed. I advise you not to resist and follow us obediently." Kimura Masaru warned coldly.

Kong Ji naturally noticed what Masao Kimura said, but he still asked calmly: "If I guess correctly, your spies should be hidden in my temple, right?" These Japanese ninjas obviously learned of the retreat of the monk Shufu, otherwise how could they dare to do such a thing under the eyes of the powerful man in the Heavenly Realm.

"Do you know what else is useful now? Stop talking nonsense, follow us quickly." As Kimura Masaru said, he waved to the group of men in black behind him. Immediately, two men in black walked towards Kōji, one of whom captured one arm and dragged him out of the hall.

Just as Kongji was dragged to the entrance of the hall, there were suddenly two crisp "puff" sounds, and the two men in black who were holding Kongji were silently slumped to the ground. After a closer look, you could find that there was a silver needle inserted on their foreheads, and most of the needle was sank into their bodies.

"Donor Ye?" When he saw the silver needle, he shouted like an empty conditioned reflex. At the same time, he turned his head and looked in the direction where the silver needle was shot. Sure enough, he saw Ye Wutian and a woman walking far away from the darkness.

"Amitabha." Seeing Ye Wutian appear, Kongji naturally had nothing to worry about.

"Who are you?" Kimura Masaru asked coldly.

"Oh! You, the Japanese dog, speaks Chinese fluently! Could it be that you have regarded our Chinese as your mother tongue?" Ye Wutian laughed as he walked.

"Baga!" Kimura Masatsu immediately scolded in bird language, as if he was proving his patriotism.

"So you can still speak dogs. It's amazing. I used to have a rabi dog who likes to eat shit. When I was hungry, I would bark like Bagabagamisimisi." Ye Wutian smiled. As he spoke, he had already walked five meters away from the other side, stopped, and continued, "My master, I really doubt that I am the angel sent by God to punish you Japanese dogs. Why do you always get caught up with me when you do bad things?"

Kimura Masashi narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Did you say that Kazuno Nakayama was killed by you?"

"Hey! How do you know that my slut dog is named Zhongshan Yinan? He even knows that it has been slaughtered by me. Alas! This matter is so annoying. You don't know that Zhongshan Yinan's slut dog can't do anything except eat shit all day long. What's the use of keeping such an idiot dog?" Ye Wutian shook his head and sighed.

Kimura Masama's face was cold. He knew that Chino Nakayama's strength was no worse than him. If Chino Nakayama was really killed by the young man in front of him, then this young man would be too terrible. What made him most uneasy now was that he could not see the young man's cultivation.

Ye Wutian seemed to see the other party's thoughts. He smiled and said, "I think you are quite clever. Otherwise, you can take over the dead Zhongshan man and go to my house to watch the door. My family has the most popular shit for your Japanese dogs, such as tomato, barbecue, vanilla, strawberry, and all kinds of flavors."

"Baga! Kill me!" Kimura Masashi had been completely angry. He pulled out the samurai sword on his body, pointed at Ye Wutian, and issued a killing order to the group of men in black behind him.

All the ninjas in black pulled out their swords and rushed towards Ye Wutian.

"I'll hold them back, you go and call some monks." Ye Wutian ordered Cheng Bing.

Cheng Bing left without saying a word. Seeing a few men in black trying to chase after him, Ye Wutian immediately took out the silver needle and shot it at them.

"Dingding!" Two quick-responsive men in black blocked the silver needle with the ninja knife in their hands, but when they looked back, Cheng Bing had already run away, so they could only launch an attack on Ye Wutian.

"Own one side!"

Ye Wutian punched out and directly killed two men in black. A dozen ninja knives were chopped from all directions. He could only support his true energy defense and rushed towards the breach he had just made.

After rushing out of the man in black, Ye Wutian looked around and saw Masao Kimura taking the opportunity to grab Kong Ji and flee to the east hillside.

"Baga!" Ye Wutian shouted loudly and quickly chased Kimura Masashi.

At the same time, Cheng Bing also called a large group of monks to block Kimura Masashi's way.

"The Japanese pirates are about to release the abbot's senior brother." Kong Le shouted angrily.

Kimura Masashi frowned, glanced around, then grabbed Kongji and retreated to the group of men in black, and handed Kongji in his hand to one of the men in black. He obviously wanted to take Kongji as a hostage.

A large group of monks surrounded all the men in black.

"White Dogs, although these monks do not kill animals, I, Ye Wutian, are a professional dog slaughterer. If you let the abbot go, I can leave you with a whole body. Otherwise, I will chop you into pieces and take it to the hot pot." Ye Wutian had already pulled out the Red Flame Sword and carried it on his shoulder. You must know that the Japanese Dog in front of me, like the last time, had the late-stage cultivation of the Earth Realm, so it must be defeated within one move.

"Hmph! I want to see how capable you are." As he spoke, Masato Kimura pinched the handle of the knife with both hands and started preparing for the war.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be about to take action, Ye Wutian immediately said to Lei Hun: "Little devil, when I use the thunder slash, you can lend me some thunder-type spiritual power."

"What? I see, you guy's head is thinking about how to cheat the spiritual power of his deity." Lei Hun said stingyly. He was a living slave in wealth, an iron rooster who was unscathed.

Ye Wutian said depressedly: "Isn't it just a little spiritual power? Is it as serious as you said? Besides, I asked you to eat so much lightning today, so it's okay for you to give a little more!"

"Boy, how could you say so easily? You know, I swallowed hundreds of lightning and lightning today and only refined a little bit of thunder and spiritual power." Lei Hun said dissatisfiedly.

"Don't fool me. I see that you have grown so much, not just a little bit. If you don't contribute a little today, I will help you attract thunder in the future." Ye Wutian threatened.

"Hmph! You guy, just know how to use this matter to threaten me. Forget it, depending on your plea, I will help you selflessly." Lei Hun said proudly.

Ye Wutian was speechless, but he did not argue with this guy anymore, because the Japanese opposite had already raised his sword and roared over.

"Little devil, get ready!" Ye Wutian gave a command to Thunder Soul, and at the same time he had already raised the Red Flame Sword and prepared to perform the Thunder Slash.

Lei Hun reluctantly contributed a trace of thunder-type spiritual power. After absorbing the thunder-type spiritual power, the thunder-type power in the Red Flame Sword was stimulated. Suddenly, the thunder-type power burst out, accompanied by the sound of "wavy" electric arc.

At the same time, lightning flashed in the air, accompanied by the rumbling and thunder.

Kimura Masashi had already noticed the terrible aura emitted from the other party, but he did not retreat, and the samurai sword in his hand slashed towards Ye Wutian's forehead without stopping.

"Nervous Critical Strike!"

"Thunder Slash!"

Just as the opponent waved his knife, Ye Wutian also cut out the accumulated attack.

"Boom!"

The deafening thunder sounded from the Red Flame Sword. The two swords collided in mid-air, making a crisp "swish" sound, followed by a series of "bang bang" forces colliding.

During this period, the arc on the Red Flame Sword rushed towards the other party's body frantically.

Seeing the invasion of this thunder power, Kimura Masashi hurriedly put away his offensive and retreated to the rear.

He stopped after withdrawing for several meters. At this time, there was still an electric arc on his body. The thunder power that invaded his body was running around the meridians, causing considerable trauma to his meridians.

Of course, Ye Wutian's situation is not ideal. Although he barely improved his attack power by relying on the thunder soul, with his mid-stage cultivation, it is still difficult for him to withstand the backlash of power brought by this high-intensity battle. This is like shooting a gun. The stronger the gun, the stronger the recoil, so you must have the corresponding arm strength to control it.
Chapter completed!