Wang Zhanjin drew his sword and tried to save him, but was stopped by Liu Qingfeng on the side.
"Let the elder brother handle it by himself. If we go up now, we will only cause more trouble for him."
Wang Zhanjin listened to what Liu Qingfeng said and couldn't help but have questions in his heart: "Hey, tell me, where does Yan Zhuo's martial arts rank in the world?"
Liu Qingfeng and Guan Mingyue looked at each other and smiled, holding out five fingers on one hand and two fingers on the other.
"Fifty-two?" Wang Zhanjin said, "How come there are still parts and pieces?"
Liu Qingfeng shook his head and said: "Unparalleled in the world."
Wang Zhanjin glared and said, "Are the leaders of Shaolin, Golden Summit, and Beggar Clan not Yan Zhuo's opponents?"
Guan Mingyue stood aside and said: "The strength of these masters should be similar to that of this old ninja. They are all the enemies of Brother Yan."
"An enemy with three moves?"
"An opponent can only withstand three moves."
When Guan Mingyue said this, sparks flew everywhere as she heard "ding" all her life.
Yan Zhuo unsheathed his sword and blocked Hattori Quancang's life-or-death, time-reversing sword with just one sword strike.
In an instant, the waterfall fell from the sky, the sword light all over the sky disappeared without a trace, and the water droplets fell on the rocks and splashed like a broken silver bottle.
Hattori Zenkura stood under the waterfall, his face solemn but as usual, while Sato behind him was panting, staring at Yan Zhuo with tired eyes, as if he had exhausted all his energy.
Hattori Zenkura said: "Are you practicing the martial arts that Xuan Qingzi practiced in the past?"
"Do you still know Xuan Qingzi? It seems that you know a lot about Kyushu martial arts." Yan Zhuo did not answer Hattori Quancang's question and only responded casually.
"Xuan Qingzi's reputation is so great that even people as far away as Fuso have heard about it." Hattori Quancang said, "It is rumored that he has reached the realm of unity between heaven and man. I always thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be.
real."
Behind him, Sato heard his master say this, and a flash of light suddenly appeared in his tired eyes.
Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "I'm still far from the great realm of that day when people become one."
Hattori Zenkura nodded and said: "Indeed, if you have reached the realm of unity between heaven and man, the sword just now has killed both of us. Therefore, I still have a chance to kill you!"
Let's talk, Hattori took off his shirt, revealing eight short swords tied to his body.
"So far, the only people who can cut off the water with eight swords are the 250 iron guards from the Tie Shou family."
As he said this, his eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, just like when he killed two hundred and fifty iron guards alone when he was young.
The old Japanese pirate who has grown old today was also a young man who had a dream and could fight against a hundred.
He first took out two daggers from his body, held them in his hands, and with one drink, he released a cloud of murderous intent.
The double knives rotate in rotation, the blades cut through the air, break the wind, cut off the water, and cut off the flow.
Yan Zhuo swung his long sword, first blocking one strike, and then raised his left elbow to block another strike.
It stands to reason that this person only has two hands and can only use two swords, but Hattori Zenkura is different, he can use eight swords!
He took out a short knife in his mouth and thrust it towards Yan Zhuo's throat.
Seeing Hattori Quancang strike again, Yan Zhuo raised his knee and hit Hattori Quancang's lower abdomen, and took advantage of the situation to dodge backwards and avoid the attack.
But as soon as he avoided this sword, Hattori Quancang threw the dagger in his left hand into the air, pulled out another dagger and rushed towards Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo was shocked when he saw Hattori's whole warehouse like this. He had never expected that such a move could exist in this world.
It is not easy for ordinary people to master two swords, let alone use these eight weapons together.
Hattori Zenkura pulled out a short sword from his hand and threw a short sword into the air. But just as each short sword was about to fall, he could throw the long sword in his hand into the air again, and so on, until there were eight short swords.
They are all unsheathed.
In an instant, eight daggers flew around, and Hattori's entire warehouse was like an eight-armed arhat, attacking Yanzhuo in an extremely weird and extremely fast way.
Yan Zhuo waved his sword to resist, but Hattori Quancang's attack was really
Too fast.
As soon as the sword fell, another sword was raised, and with each strike, the murderous intent became more intense, without giving Yan Zhuo the slightest chance to react.
"Today I want you to avenge my dead apprentice!"
As he drank like this, the sword's light swelled so much that it reflected the waterfall and deep pool in a pale white color.
Liu Qingfeng, Guan Mingyue and Wang Zhanjin realized that something was wrong and hurriedly drew their swords to help, but once the Eight Swords Cutting Water was used, no one could get close to them, not to mention that there was Sato standing in front of the three of them.
Yan Zhuo's eyes moved up and down, left and right, not only staring at the two swords in Hattori Quancang's hand, but also looking at the knife in his mouth, the knife on his feet, the knife that shot into the air, and the knife that fell from the air.
.
"Brother Yan!"
Liu Qingfeng shouted and wanted to rush to Yan Zhuo's side, but as soon as his feet moved, Sato threw out the kunai and shuriken attached to his inner energy to block his movement.
Hattori Quancang looked at Yan Zhuo, his eyes flashed with a light that was sharper than a blade, and said softly: "They can't get through, you are dead. If you want to survive, tell the story of your martial arts!"
"So you also want to know the origin of my martial arts." Yan Zhuo smiled and said, "It's to avenge my apprentices, but not for myself. How can my martial arts be comparable to the lives of your apprentices? It seems like you
The lives of those disciples are not particularly valuable."
"If you didn't tell me this earlier, if you want to survive, tell me the origin of your martial arts. Not only can I let you go, but I can also let your three brothers go." Hattori Quancang said coldly.
"Hahahaha." Yan Zhuo said, "Exchanging a martial arts secret book for four lives seems to be a very worthwhile thing."
"Sure profit, no loss!" Hattori Quancang said.
"But I don't like the business of making sure profits without losing money. I like taking risks and making big profits." Yan Zhuo replied.
"Then your brother and your brother will die today!"
Yan Zhuo smiled coldly and said: "I want to tell you two things. First, I don't like others threatening me with brothers. Second, the person who dies today will not be me, but you!"
