On a bright full moon night, Tokyo, a corrupt and depraved city, is now as cute as a pure little girl under the bright moonlight.
Mount Fuji is bathed in the moonlight, and the ice and snow peaks appear quiet and sacred, like a pure and inviolable saint. The dark shadows are hidden under the mountain in the gaps of buildings, waiting to gang rape her tonight.
In addition to experiencing the painful lessons of the last time, the five Ninja families of wind, thunder, water, fire and earth have raised their defense to the strongest. The houses of the five families were merged together, and there were about 5,000 ninjas left behind. There were ninjas arranged to hold guards from the top of the mountain, from the top of the mountain, and every valley. It can be said that one stops every five steps and one striker at ten steps. The entire mountain was closely monitored. The five clan leaders were even sitting in the base camp every day. There were any moving objects in the sky. No matter what it appeared, they would be defeated by a piece of kunai shot from all directions. Over time, Mount Fuji had reached the point where there was no trace of humans and beasts and birds disappeared.
However, all this had been touched by the ninjas of the Fengmo family. Koichiro Fengmo looked at Mount Fuji and sneered, "Five old guys, in terms of force, we may not be your opponents, but don't forget why our Shadow Family was born, come on!"
A group of Upper Ninjas from the Wind Demon Family knelt on one knee, and then they melted into a shadow, transformed into trees and the shadows of the buildings. Salem was amazed and whispered, "May Satan curse these Japanese monkeys. Isn't this the innate magic of our blood clan? Why do these little Japanese do? Well, they must have been secretly learned from us by their ancestors thousands of years ago. These thieves really can steal other people's things."
Edward and Gusta nodded, agreeing very much with Salem's words.
More than two thousand high-level blood tribes are now hanging neatly under the eaves of the building. On the nearby trees, each bat's eyes flashed with bloodthirsty red light. He knew that tonight was a good day to enjoy a delicious meal, and everyone was extremely excited.
According to the personalities of the three princes of Edward, they have already led the army of the sky to pounce directly on Mount Fuji, and they have no patience to wait here. With the hidden talent of the blood clan born with the dark night walker, they have the confidence to kill the ninjas who are guarding silently. However, because of the last failure, Edward and the others dare not be arrogant anymore. If they don’t know if the guy holding the black knife is in the mountains, it’s better to be cautious. Anyway, these ninjas are willing to be vanguards of the way, so let them go.
So under the moonlight, ripples that were invisible to the naked eye quietly wandered out in the shadows.
Where there is light, there is shadow. The moon is the patron saint of the Wind Demon family, and their family badge is a crescent moon.
Fengmo Koichiro intentionally brought him closer to each other and smiled at Edward and the three princes, "We are like your blood clan, and we are also gaining strength from the moon. Speaking of which, we are like brothers." The three of them laughed perfunctorily, and at the same time despised them, "How can you bed bugs who only know how to walk through the gutters be worthy of being brothers to our noble bats? Don't insult us anymore."
Fengmo Koichiro deliberately wanted to show his clan's strength. This wave of vanguard troops sent all the experts in the family. The first group of unlucky guys were lurking under a mountain pass, with wide eyes watching the surrounding Fire Ninjas. In the shadow of a big stone behind them, three strange shadows suddenly shot out, turning into three long swords made of black iron. The black blade cut off the throats of the three without any refraction. The master of the knife showed up in the darkness for a full second, and in a blink of an eye, he merged into the shadow and swam towards the next target.
The focus of the five major families of Fenglei, Water, Fire and Earth this time is on targeting the blood clan. One blood clan has made them nervous enough, and they have almost devoted all their attention to this. They have no energy to consider their old rivals. I never thought that Fengmo and Hattori would take the opportunity to join forces with the blood clan to take advantage of the situation.
The ninjas who were keeping watch had no sense of being prepared for shadows and were only concerned about looking up to monitor the sky. The ninjas of the Fengmo family cleaned up all the secret whistles on the mountain without any effort. The four ninja leaders ran down to report, "Chibition, we have checked the east side of the mountain, and there are no living creatures."
Fengmo Koichiro shouted OK, glanced at the others proudly, pressed one hand on his waist knife, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, everything is ready. When will the attack be launched, the three masters of the blood clan will give orders."
"What are you waiting for!" Gusta, who had been unable to hold back, was the first to escape. Edward and Salem followed closely behind. Behind them, a large number of shadows immediately floated in the air. Twenty elders, forty lords, dukes, marquis, and more than two thousand blood clan elites composed of the lowest earl, drooling towards the huge moon wheel on the top of Mount Fuji. They narrowed their eyes by the dazzling moonlight, and the blood clan energy in their bodies was also surging strongly by the power of the moon.
Edward chased Gusta and whispered to him and Salem, "Let's take a look first. If that guy came out last time, we'll hide immediately and let the Japanese be his opponent first. When they're almost gone, we'll go up."
Gusta and Salem both understood and smiled. They were unwilling to be suckers. Their purpose was to absorb the blood of those ninjas and improve the strength of their tribe members. They were not here to fight to the death. They would not do things that harmed themselves and benefited others.
In Tokyo, an old monk who was located in a remote area and covered a huge area in a temple, swaying candlelight, and a robe wearing a cassock and meditating in front of the Buddha statue slowly opened his eyes, slowly turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window, with his two drooping eyebrows, and said, "This evil spirit is... Why is there over Tokyo..."
He looked at it for a while, closed his eyes again, and slowly began to recite the Buddha's name, as if he had forgotten about this matter in a blink of an eye. After a few minutes, some disciples outside could not bear it anymore.
Swhoosh, several monks wearing hats and carrying Zen staff quickly fell from the air and knelt outside the hall. One of them respectfully asked for instructions, "Sir Monk Zheng, this is the second time. What kind of monster dares to invade my Fushi Mountain repeatedly. Please allow disciples and others to go to subdue demons and maintain the peace of the Pure Land."