As soon as Yan Zhuo finished speaking, there was a thunderbolt, and the purple lightning in the sky covered the green bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves were outlined as sharp as sharp knives.
Thunder broke out again, and a gust of wind caused the treetops to sway with knives. The clattering sound seemed to be about to cut and tear the dark sky.
"Your tone is so loud that even God can't stand it anymore." Hattori stared at Yan Zhuo, his eyes flashing with a dark and fierce light.
"Perhaps this is the God of Kyushu warning you, these nasty Fuso bugs, to get out of Kyushu as soon as possible!"
Hattori Zenkura's cheeks were already on fire, and anger was burning in his heart. In Fuso, even Oda, who was not a long-term elder, would not dare to talk to him like this. He said harshly: "Good boy, you are seeking death!"
When the words come out, the rain falls.
The downpour was like the anger that had accumulated in Hattori's chest and finally fell.
Yanzhuo stood under the heavy rain and also stood in front of Hattori’s entire warehouse’s anger.
Undoubtedly, Hattori Zenkura was a formidable opponent. As he stood in the rain, a murderous aura suddenly arose in him, which actually diluted the heavy rain by three points.
Yan Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at Hattori's entire warehouse. There was no fear or shrinkage in those bright eyes, only excitement and excitement.
It had been a long time since he had felt such a strong murderous aura. It felt like a person who was about to die of thirst suddenly saw a refreshing clear spring.
But Hattori Zenkang still stood there without moving. What did he seem to be waiting for?
What is he waiting for?
——Waiting for an opportunity.
As a ninja, Hattori Zenkura was born to be a killer. He could spend two days and two nights in a manure pit for an assassination. Naturally, he could also wait for the best opportunity to kill Yanzhuo. This kind of tenacity, calmness, ruthlessness and
The cunningness is really frightening.
Yan Zhuo looked at Hattori and did not dare to relax. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across, and the deep green light illuminated the entire bamboo forest.
At the moment when the lightning passed and darkness came again, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared. In the blinding darkness, a bright sword light suddenly tore through the darkness, and with the force of breaking the ground, it slashed towards Yan Zhuo's neck.
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This was truly an astonishing strike. The timing was just right, the speed was just right, and the momentum was just right.
——But Yan Zhuo hid just right.
Hattori Quancang's sword hit nothing. He stood in front of Yan Zhuo. The blade was only an inch away from Yan Zhuo's neck. He could have stabbed straight, but the intuition of the ninja god told him that this man's body skills were sufficient.
You can avoid his pursuit, but if he pursues you, you will definitely expose your flaws and be countered by your opponent.
Therefore, he chose to endure and wait.
Hold back your murderous intention and wait for the next murderous intention.
Yan Zhuo looked at Hattori Quancang and was shocked. Hattori Quancang did not continue to pursue him, and the flying knife in his hand could only be withdrawn silently into his sleeve.
It has to be said that Hattori Zenkura is a very formidable opponent. Yan Zhuo has humiliated him many times before, but it has not disturbed his mood. His patience and calmness are worthy of the name of the God of Ninja.
"You are very powerful. I have to say that you are a formidable opponent. Among the people I have fought against, you can be ranked in the top five." Yan Zhuo said.
"Oh?" Hattori Zenkura's eyes flashed with a cold and strange light, "It seems that the Kyushu martial arts world is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. I think no one in Fuso can avoid my sword."
"There are not many people in Kyushu who can escape your sword." Yan Zhuo deliberately changed the name of the sword Hattori Quancang said to a sword.
"What I use is not a knife, but a sword!" Hattori Zenkura said.
Yan Zhuo shook his head and said: "Swords are the weapon of a gentleman in Kyushu. Only a gentleman can wear a sword and be equipped with a sword. How can you, Fusang and Japan, be equipped with a sword?"
Hattori Zenkura's expression changed and he said, "Why do you humiliate us Fuso so many times?"
"Because you invaded our Jiuzhou and massacred tens of thousands of our people in Zhenhai. For this reason, I will take away your head today!"
Lightning flashed across the hall, and Yan Zhuo drew his sword and took action.
A gentleman's sword should be upright and upright.
Hattori Quancang watched Yan Zhuo take action, with a cold smile on his face, turned his wrist and shouted: "Secret Technique of Fire!" Just after hearing this shout from his mouth, a fire dragon spurted out from his mouth and rushed straight to Yan Zhuo's face.
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He was just waiting for Yan Zhuo to take action, waiting for him to take the initiative, waiting for him to get close to him, waiting for him to be unable to avoid him!
Hattori Hanzo's fire dragon was several times larger than Sarutobi's fire dragon back then. The huge fire dragon was like a giant python with its bloody mouth, and was about to eat Yan Zhuo alive.
Yan Zhuo swung the long sword in his hand, and a rainbow-like brilliance instantly attached to the sword, splitting the fire dragon into two pieces with just one slash.
The fire dragon instantly scattered like flying leaves, blooming into a ball of bright sparks in the dark night.
The fire dragon dispersed, but the sword light did not disperse!
Yan Zhuo's sword light was as bright as a rainbow, shining so brightly that Hattori's entire warehouse's eyes shone with light.
Hattori Quancang knew that Yan Zhuo's sword was a sword that merged into a human sword and was unstoppable, but after all, he had experienced hundreds of battles and was calm in the face of danger. He rolled over and rolled several feet away.
Yan Zhuo watched Hattori turn over and hide a few feet away, and couldn't help but show a sarcastic look on his face, saying: "What is this move called? Is it also your Fuso's ninjutsu? It's called the secret technique of rolling."
Hattori Zenkura smiled and burst into laughter. There was another thunderbolt, and the sky and the earth turned dark again.
Yan Zhuo held the sword to his chest, and when he moved his ears, he heard a "crash" sound coming from the ground. In the blink of an eye, a dozen black-clothed ninja guards emerged from the ground.
These dozen ninja guards were all dressed in black, holding seven or eight shurikens in their hands, ready to attack Yan Zhuo.
Hattori Zenkura stopped laughing and said leisurely: "Your Excellency, do you know that if these Fuso shurikens and more than a hundred shurikens are shot out at the same time, even gods will have a hard time getting away."
"I know that this shuriken is a hidden weapon commonly used by you ninjas, and I also know that these thirteen people must be masters of using hidden weapons." Yan Zhuo said.
Hattori Zenkura smiled and said: "Yes, you are right. So now do you want to live or die?"
Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said with a wry smile: "I don't think anyone in this world wants to die, right?"
It is better to die than to live. A living person will always enjoy things that a dead person cannot enjoy. Therefore, if you ask a person whether they want to live or die, most people's answer is that they want to live, that is, they want to live.
Not as expected, they still want to live.
"As long as you tell me where you learned your martial arts, I will let you live." Hattori Zenkura said.
Yan Zhuo was shocked when he heard what Hattori Quancang said. He originally thought that Hattori Quancang wanted him to lead his army to surrender, but he didn't expect that this old guy was coveting his martial arts.
He said nonchalantly: "I thought it was a big deal. It turned out that you wanted to learn my martial arts. Then I'd better die..."
Hattori Zenkura's face was first filled with joy and then anger, and he shouted violently: "Do it!"
Just after Hattori Quancang gave an order, the hundreds of shurikens shot towards Yan Zhuo like a torrential rain or flying stars.
Yan Zhuo looked at the shurikens that filled the sky. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light flew instantly. A stream of rainbows formed a circle of light, knocking all the shurikens to the ground.
In the crowd, Iga saw that Yan Zhuo had finished using one move and believed that he must be gasping for breath. He flashed the Japanese sword in his hand and used the move "Fengzhuo Slash", slashing the top of Yan Zhuo's head.
But before he could strike with the sword, a sword energy flew out of Yan Zhuo's hand.
The sword energy cut through the wind and rain, and before Iga could react, his head was in a different place, and blood splattered on his neck, flying into the sky like a rocket!
When Hattori Zenkura saw his beloved disciple being beheaded, his eyes were about to burst, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He shouted loudly: "Sarutobi, come with me!"
"Yes, sensei!" Sarutobi responded, pulling out the two swords from his waist, and immediately launched his ultimate move "Wind Demon Slash". This move rotated the two swords, causing his whole body to spin like a whirlwind.
Hattori Zenkura was no longer soft-hearted. He turned the Japanese sword in his hand and used his killing move "Iaichi One Sword Slash". The blade came out of the sheath in an instant. It was really unexpected and he could kill with one strike!
Bamboo leaves fell one by one, one, two, three... countless pieces.
The bamboo leaf fell into the stagnant water and showed a red color.
Bamboo leaves are originally green, but why do they turn red when they fall into water?
It was blood that splashed on the bamboo leaves, and it was blood that dyed the bamboo leaves and the water red. So whose blood is this blood?
