The light of the water and the light of the sword suddenly rise.
The water column soaring into the sky, the light of the sword covering the sun.
The fourteen ninjas, armed with murderous intent, murderous weapons, and murderous intentions, were determined to cut off Yan Zhuo's head.
There are fourteen knives, but there is only one head. The light of the swords in the sky surrounds and covers Yan Zhuo's head from all directions.
——This is really a dead end.
But Yan Zhuo is not afraid of this fatal situation, because he not only has unparalleled martial arts skills, but also has three brothers worthy of his life and death.
Just as the fourteen people came to kill together, Qingfeng, Mingyue, and Zhanjin also took action at the same time.
The sword spreads its collar, the sword breaks through the wind and the moon shines, the sword shines and the sword shadows,
The Nine Dragons Waterfall was completely white. The fourteen ninjas who had taken action had already thrown six of them to the ground.
"It's time for Hattori Quancang to come out. Isn't it cold hiding behind the waterfall?" Yan Zhuo said loudly, "Come out and have a drink to warm yourself up."
Behind the waterfall, Hattori Quancang laughed, broke the stream and came over, saying: "General Yan, long time no see, how did you know I was behind that waterfall?"
Yan Zhuo got angry when he saw this group of Fusang people, and knowing that they were ambushing here in advance, he couldn't help but say with guns and sticks in his mouth: "Some people can't hide their anger, for example, the miser will always
There is always a smell of copper, a romantic young man always has a smell of makeup, a prostitute in a brothel always has a smell of men's filth, and the smell on your body is simply worse than the swill in Wutiao Street and the shit in Qitiao Street, if I
If I can’t smell where you are, my nose just doesn’t work!”
Hattori smiled, pretending to be a martial arts senior, and said: "I know that Kyushu martial arts has produced a good and upright man, but I didn't expect him to be just a talkative little rogue. It's just that your nose is so smart.
Why didn't you smell that I had poisoned the wine?"
When they heard that the wine was poisonous, Yanzhuo and the other four were shocked at first, and then laughed loudly and said, "Then do you think we are poisoned?"
Hattori Quancang frowned, looked at Yan Zhuo, and asked, "Didn't your Dantian feel a dull pain when you activated your inner strength just now?" When he asked like this, he also murmured in his heart. Ordinarily, Yan Zhuo
Zhuo stimulated his internal energy just now, so the medicinal energy should have taken effect.
Liu Qingfeng curled his lips, pretending to have a stomachache, and said with a smile: "My stomach hurts so much, Brother Yan, please help me..."
Seeing a few people teasing him, Hattori Quancang said coldly: "How did you discover the poison in this wine? That snowy mountain song is the first strange poison of our fuso. It is colorless and odorless. It is impossible to put it into the wine."
You can’t even notice it.”
Yan Zhuo said: "Your poison is indeed very poisonous. It is colorless and tasteless, but if you don't want others to know it, don't do anything except yourself."
Hattori was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed and his expression full of confusion.
Yan Zhuo said: "There are osmanthus flowers in this wine, which attracted a lot of bugs, but these bugs died without even moving as soon as they fell into the wine. Do you think I would drink this after looking at these bugs?"
Wine?”
Hattori Quancang's eyes widened, he didn't expect such a flaw to happen, and sighed: "I didn't expect that you would see the flaw in me even though I was so careful. Well, in this case, don't blame me for being ruthless. Come out now."
Bar!"
Following Hattori Quancang's order, in addition to the ten people at the bottom of the lake just now, another thirty people poured out from all sides and surrounded the four Yanzhuo people.
"Today, either you die or I die. I want to avenge my two apprentices!" Hattori Quanzang shouted like this, pulled out the Japanese sword and condensed the azure blue energy into the sword.
Water droplets splashed on the sword and condensed into droplets of ice in the blink of an eye, showing the domineering power of this true energy.
Behind Hattori Zenkura, Sato also took out his long sword, used the secret technique of the wind, and spit out his inner energy on the blade, which was also blue.
Yanzhuo looked at Hattori Zenkura and Sato and said, "You want to avenge your apprentice, and I also want to avenge the innocent people who were massacred by you. I will not let you go again today!"
"It's a joke, there are only four of you, and I have thirty-three people, you will definitely die today!" Hattori Zenkura said, and rushed forward with a group of disciples.
The sword light of the fourteen people just now was enough to cover the sky and the sun. Now the thirty-three people draw their swords together. The sword light seems to be cutting through the underworld, flying fire, cutting off life and death, and going back in time.
Yan Zhuo looked at the sword light and said, "Let's disperse first and then make plans." After saying that, he jumped to the edge of a waterfall.
Those thirty-three ninjas didn't care about others at all, and only went towards Yan Zhuo. Hattori Zenkura and Sato, who were leading the way, pressed straight towards Yan Zhuo's neck, and were about to kill him with one blow!
Thirty-four to one.
Thirty-four knives against a pair of fleshy palms.
This is simply a fight without any suspense. Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention these are thirty-four Japanese swords that can cut iron as well as mud.
Normally, seeing this, he would probably have the only way to survive, but Yan Zhuo didn't. He faced the difficulties and tried to find a way out for himself.
He shouted softly and gathered his inner strength. The inner strength like a flowing rainbow came out of his body, bringing with it a strong wind, turning the rapids of the waterfall upwards!
——For just a moment, the world was filled with desolation and solemnity.
Take action!
Yan Zhuo takes action!
The internal energy like a flowing rainbow gathered on the scattered water droplets. In the blink of an eye, the originally colorless water droplets suddenly flashed with dazzling brilliance like blue or ruby, which attracted people to take a second look.
But in this world, beautiful things are often deadly things. This is true for beauties and gems, and the same is true for Yan Zhuo's inner strength.
There was another soft drink, and the dazzling water drops shot outward like flying arrows.
A drop of water is like a flying arrow, and countless water drops are like countless flying arrows.
The situation reversed in an instant. Just now it was thirty-four pairs against one, but in the blink of an eye it became thirty-four pairs without end.
Hattori Quancang looked at the flying arrow that was coming towards him. He waved his Japanese sword and rolled up a circle of light to stop the flying arrow. Although he had such skill to block it, his other disciples were not so lucky.
The dazzling water droplets shoot out, shooting out bursts of blood like mist, like blood rain all over the sky, which is both sad and beautiful. This is
A round of water droplets was shot out, and only Hattori Zenkura and Sato survived.
Yan Zhuo said: "Do you want to continue fighting? You'd better kill yourself, so that both of us can be more relaxed. There are so many of your disciples lying here, and it's all in vain that you, the master, failed to avenge your previous disciples.
With so many lives lost, do you still have the dignity to live?"
Hattori Zenkura looked at the thirty-two corpses lying on the ground. These were all the best fighters he had brought from Fuso. In terms of martial arts, they were all masters with one against ten, but now they were lying on the ground motionless.
"It took me fifty-two years to build this foundation in Fuso. The thirty-two people lying on the ground now and the fifteen people who died in your hands before are all successors of Ninja who spent half a lifetime training. You will
They have all killed them, and they still want me to commit suicide?" Hattori Zenkura held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, "If I die like this, what will I do to see these disciples of mine? Today I will risk my life to win.
If I want to cut you into pieces, Sato and I will do it together!"
Hattori's entire warehouse let out a loud roar and flew into the sky. The Japanese sword in his hand struck out a flying rainbow and headed straight for Yanzhuo.
The power of this sword is truly breathtaking. When touched by the azure blue light, the water droplets instantly freeze into ice beads. The sound of the sword falling to the ground is like a sudden burst of wind and rain, or like a broken silver vase.
The area within three feet of Yan Zhuo was enveloped by Hattori's entire warehouse's sword light. No matter where he dodge, this sword was unavoidable.
