The shouts behind Shin-Chun made Azhi feel nervous. He had never fought with ninjas before. He subconsciously thought that their martial arts cultivation could be at most comparable to ordinary martial artists. If they were fighting on the surface, they would be like a broken arm if they lost the sneak attack and would not pose any threat to them at all. But at this moment, he knew that he was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong. Even if they lost the ability to attack, their ability to strike head-on was no less than those martial artists who declared that they were outside.

Taoists, even specializing in assassination, once they fight to the death, their survival rate is much greater than that of martial artists. After all, the latter pursues endless, profound and mysterious martial arts, and is more specialized in fighting with other martial artists to verify martial arts. The former is born entirely for killing, and even their selection process is made up of peers of the same age and has been built up all the time. This is why they are now glory, respected, and one general has achieved success and has been broken, which is nothing more than this!

Moreover, these ninjas are different from those of the Zhongnin and the Lower Ninjas. At their level of cultivation, they are at least at the level of the upper ninjas and have embarked on a path with their own characteristics. However, this path is different from the path of martial arts. If Shangzuki Nobuka practices orthodox martial arts and is deeply understood as "right" and "balanced", then ninjutsu is a kind of sword-like approach and extreme path. It cannot be said that whoever is better or worse is great. The martial arts are vast, and ninjutsu is just one of the paths. However, this kind of quick-achieving martial arts in the early stage will gradually show its disadvantages in the later stages, and all those who can successfully pass by are genius talents, which are rare in a century.

Such a ninja is undoubtedly extremely difficult for Azhi, who has never been exposed to, not to mention that he was severely injured because he had to protect Shizumika. Azhi, who has not bandaged his wounds yet, looked at the new man in a black robe, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at his coat-like clothes. The ninja had long sleeves, dragging it straight to the ground, and when he walked, his feet were off the ground. His sleeves stood straight on the bricks and tiles on the roof, and walked towards Shingenjun.

"Kun Shin-Gang, why are you here too?!" Xin Xuan-Gang's loud voice sounded without any concealment, falling into Xin-Gang's ears behind him. Xin-Gang's yin Cen said in a celestial voice: "It's the leader who is not at ease with your safety, let me come and take a look. It seems that I came in time and didn't go in vain!" Looking at Azhi's bloody back and his palms that were still flowing out of blood, he smiled slightly, "Then you can solve this problem quickly and hand in the task quickly! I don't know your credit. I'm afraid that only you are interested in finishing such a little ant." As he said that, he stretched out his pale hand, pulled his sleeves up, and leaned against the chimney on the roof, watching on the wall, without any intention of helping.

Azhi breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shingenjun with a serious expression. His brain turned rapidly, thinking about how to deal with this crisis. A sense of excitement emerged from the bottom of his heart. Over the past five years, he has experienced adventures in various places in the new world, but with his strong luck and great courage to live by death, he has also resolved them one by one. This time, I believe that I will definitely be able to survive it safely.

Constantly encouraging himself, Azhi endured the scorching pain from his back, took a horizontal step, and maintained a small and large distance with Shin-Hen-kun.

"Swoosh~~" Azhi's neck suddenly turned and his body turned sharply. Dozens of long lines of black and white ramen thickness jumped out from the standing point, like sharp arrows, passing by the shadow brought by Azhi. Azhi glanced at his left eye and saw hundreds of lines, white inside and black outside, about ten meters long rolling and floating in the air, covering the sky and sun, densely packed. There were only a few dozen of them attacking Azhi, and more were wandering in the air. Looking at the source of the lines, it turned out to be the long sleeves of the man in black called Nobutsu Jun. At this time, he was jumping and dancing on the roof, like a full-time dancer, showing a beautiful dance posture. However, Azhi did not dare to underestimate this seemingly ordinary man. Hidden under the long line of the interweaving into a giant chessboard-shaped net was a strong unconcealed murderous intent. This is the way of ninja! The simple way of killing is either you die or I die!

Azhi was in a state of 120,000, and faced the two ninjas with all their strength. No matter where he faced, one of them would always attract his attention and the other was behind him, waiting for an opportunity to attack. With this shocking tacit understanding alone, Azhi knew that if he wanted to defeat them, he had to defeat both of them at the same time, otherwise he would be restrained by the other when attacking one person. It would be great if he could use two or three points with all his strength!

The brain that was operating at a fast speed was constantly thinking about new countermeasures, and various situations appeared in Azhi's mind, and simulated them, just like building blocks, deducing, overturning predictions, deducing again, overturning again, and overturning again, flashing scenes of floating lights flashed in his eyes. As ninjas, Shingen and Nobuka Kwan were extremely sensitive to the surrounding aura, and soon noticed the abnormality in Azhi.

"I dare to be traumatized at this time of life and death, and die for me!" The irritable Shin-Chun-jun naturally thought that Azhi looked down on him, and screamed in anger. He copied his hands in his arms. Ten flying knives with similar substances similar to Vaseline on the surface were neatly displayed in his fingers, showing five fingers open, and the flying knives were instantly shot out, drawing several arcs in the air, shooting towards Azhi from different directions. The hands were constantly moving, and the sound of the chains dull and distant collision was crisp and pleasant, which was excellently covering the only sound of the flying knives. Although he was curious about how Azhi avoided his initial attack, he did not think of the reason and was too lazy to find the reason. Shin-Chun obviously regarded the fight just now as Azhi's luck, so he used the same trick again.

Your luck will not be so good.

Looking at Azhi's back, Shin-chan said silently, but an inexplicable sense of crisis was always lingering in his heart. It seemed that this attack would return in vain. Not only that, it would also bring a catastrophe to himself.

No, I must be thinking too much, and there is no Nobuka Jun here, can't we deal with this furious child? Joke! This mission is over, we must vent our anger. As for the days, there will be one month. Well, that's right, it must be like this!

Comforting himself, Shingenjun's face was once again filled with cruel and fierce smiles. In his opinion, Aji was already a corpse. And Shingenjun also swung his long sleeves, hundreds of silk threads with the thickness of noodles but with the terrifying power of penetrating the steel plates ran out of the long sleeves, and in a blink of an eye it was dozens of meters long, and the sleeves were strangely not shortened at all!

Suddenly, Azhi, who was thinking deeply, hung up a meaningful smile, took a deep breath, his waist sank, and he squatted slightly.
Chapter completed!