Yan Zhuo's whole body's inner energy is radiant and extremely gorgeous. He doesn't like such chaotic colors. As the saying goes, "the five colors are confusing". Too many colors will dazzle people, but if Yan Zhuo doesn't pay attention to his inner energy,
By adding embellishments, he was worried that he would be recognized by Jiangzuo's internal guards and delay the important matter. Therefore, he could only use exaggeration to cover himself up.
While flexing his inner strength, he shouted loudly to warn the guards at Beijing Prefecture.
Iga and Sarutobi saw Yan Zhuo's body suddenly glowing with splendor, and heard him shout loudly. Their pupils under the mask tightened, but the sword was already unsheathed, so how could they stop!
The two of them came from the same sect, and were both disciples of the Fuso Ninja God Hattori Zenkura. Hattori Zenkura had high hopes for the two of them, and passed on the two secret techniques of wind and fire that he had learned all his life to them respectively. Among them, Iga Osamu
Having learned Hattori Zenkura's secret technique of fire, his blades move together, attacking like fire, while Sarutobi has practiced the secret technique of wind, his body skills are mysterious, and his blade has no shadow.
The two men, one on the left and the other on the right, with sword lights one blue and one red, rushed toward Yan Zhuo's heart and face.
Yan Zhuo watched the two men coming towards him, with splendor spreading all over his body. He saw his thumb push on the handle of the knife, and for a moment, silver light flashed across the masks of Iga and Sarutobi like stars.
——It’s so murderous!
This compelling murderous aura obscured the cold moonlight, as well as the two rays of sword light, one blue and one red.
Iga and Sarutobi turned their backs to Yanzhuo, and the evening wind blew the ties behind their heads flying. They were still standing, their eyes could still move, the knives were in their hands, and they were all
Still alive.
But their bodies began to tremble, trembling with fear.
"Iga, how many cuts did you make just now?"
"Rokudou, what about you, Sarutobi?"
"I made five cuts." Sarutobi replied.
"How many times did this person strike?"
Sarutobi replied again: "It seems there are only two swords."
——Only two swords blocked the eleven consecutive attacks of the two of them.
Sarutobi and Iga turned around to look at Yan Zhuo, only to see that the internal energy in Yan Zhuo's body was still as bright as a rainbow, and a long sword pointed at the ground, flashing a cold light.
"Are you a human or a god?" Iga asked.
Yan Zhuo smiled, as if he was amused by Iga's stupidity, and said, "Of course I am a human being."
Hearing Yan Zhuo say that they are human, Iga and Sarutobi calmed down a little. As long as they are human, they will die. Since they will die, of course they may be killed by them. The two of them took a deep breath,
The blade turned and looked at Yan Zhuo again.
"Since you are a human being, we are not afraid."
Yan Zhuo smiled again, with a smile that was half indifferent and half sarcastic, and said: "Oh, so you are afraid of gods. I thought only ghosts were afraid of gods. It turns out that you Japanese bandits are also afraid of gods."
Iga and Sarutobi didn't realize that Yan Zhuo was calling them ghosts, so they said, "No, we are not afraid of ghosts or gods... No, we are not afraid of your Kyushu ghosts and gods, we are only afraid of our Fuso ghosts and gods."
The sarcasm on Yan Zhuo's face became even stronger. He waved his palm and threw out two pieces of armor, shooting towards the door of the two of them.
Iga and Sarutobi were horrified when they saw Yan Zhuo flipping his palms. They rolled their bodies to the ground and were even more embarrassed to hide.
"Sarutobi-kun, he uses hidden weapons, we should use hidden weapons too!"
"Okay, Iga-kun."
As they said this, they took out the flying needle from their pockets. The tail end of this flying needle was tied with a slender and flexible silk thread. They could use the flying needle to kill the enemy, or use the silk thread to restrict the enemy's movement.
Iga took out eight flying needles with both hands. With a flick of his wrists, the eight flying needles came towards Yan Zhuo from eight directions.
When Yan Zhuo first saw the flying needle, he thought it was the same as the hidden weapon of Kyushu. He dodged the flying needles one after another with just one foot. He didn't pay attention to the silk thread tied to the end of the flying needle, until he suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle.
Only then did he realize that the silk threads at the ends of those flying needles had firmly bound his feet to the ground.
Sarutobi saw that Iga's flying needle had restrained Yan Zhuo, took a deep breath, and shouted: "The secret technique of fire, fire dragons are rising everywhere!"
Four flames were seen spurting out from his mouth, following Iga's silk thread, and swooping towards Yan Zhuo. The flames burned more and more intensely on the silk thread, and turned into four pillars of fire as thick as a millstone.
When Yan Zhuo saw the flames, he thought to himself: It's a small skill, but it's a secret skill. The flames he spit out are not as big as those of a juggler.
Thinking like this, he pulled out a sword flower from the long sword in his hand. With a flash of sword light, he cut off the silk threads that bound him. Then he lightly jumped back, and the four fire dragons threw themselves on the ground and raised their arms.
A cloud of white smoke like fog.
Iga and Sarutobi were horrified when they saw that Yan Zhuo had evaded their cooperation so easily. They grabbed seven or eight shurikens and kunai and fired at Yan Zhuo.
"Is this what Fuso's ninjas are capable of?"
Yan Zhuo held the long sword in his hand and swung it easily. The shuriken and kunai fell to the ground miserably under the force of the sword, just like the cicada that died at the end of summer, lying on the ground motionless and dazed.
"Your secret art of fire is not as good as our Kyushu jugglers. If silk threads are soaked in fire oil, it can be said to be a secret art. You Fuso ninjas are really interesting."
After listening to what Yan Zhuo said, Sarutobi clenched his fists and said: "Insult, you are insulting me, insulting my Fuso martial arts!"
"Sarutobi, don't fall for the enemy's provocation." Iga looked at Sarutobi and said, "Look at me!"
As he said this, Sarutobi nodded, stepped forward, walked in front of Iga, pulled out the short sword from his waist, and assumed a two-sword style stance.
Iga saw that Sarutobi had already set up a raiding stance, and took out two more shurikens from his concealed weapon bag, holding them on his fingertips. He gathered the inner energy in his mouth and spit out the shurikens on his fingertips.
The shuriken moves with the internal energy, and that internal energy is also attached to the shuriken. In the blink of an eye, the shuriken is amplified several times due to the internal energy attached to it, and the sound of the wind is like thunder.
Looking at it like that, it looks a bit like the Qi Control of "Hundred Refinements of Mysterious Light" taking shape.
Yan Zhuo looked at the shuriken, curious in his heart, picked up the long sword and killed Iga.
When Sarutobi saw Yan Zhuo rushing toward Iga, his two swords flew in his hands, he stopped in front of Yan Zhuo, and used his unique sword technique "Fire Demon Two Paths". His sword technique was taken from the wildfire prairie fire, the invasion.
The momentum was very fierce, one knife after another was fast and fierce.
Yan Zhuo glanced at the shuriken in Iga's hand, and then dealt with Sarutobi's continuous attacks, and thought to himself: These two guys don't seem to be mediocre, and they can be regarded as top masters in the Kyushu martial arts world. But.
, As far as the double swords are concerned, this Japanese pirate is still far behind Gu Foying's "Shocking Dragon Transformation". It is only six points of Gu Foying's strength to survive. I wonder how powerful the shuriken is?
Just as Yan Zhuo was thinking this, Iga shouted: "Wind Demon Shuriken!"
When Sarutobi heard Iga's voice, his swords suddenly stopped and his body swept upwards, already three feet away.
Yan Zhuo heard Iga shouting loudly, and saw Sarutobi's body moving quickly. He knew that it was Iga who had taken action. He curved his mouth and showed a sneer. He held the long sword in his hand and pointed it at his feet, facing the shuriken.
Rush away.
"I want to see how powerful this shuriken is!"
Seeing Yan Zhuo rushing straight towards the shuriken, Iga's pupils under the mask lit up, showing a bit of pride: "Stupid Kyushu people, my Fuma shuriken can easily cut through boulders!"
Sarutobi who was on the side also sarcastically said in his heart: "An earthworm shakes a big tree like an egg hitting a stone."
