Hattori shouted loudly, and eight daggers flashed, sparking a white light that was as white as a sword, and rushed towards Yan Zhuo's face.
These eight knives are very dangerous, very powerful, very crazy, and very powerful.
This danger, fierceness, and madness are definitely the foundation of Hattori's career in Fuso. He has been in Fuso's martial arts world for more than thirty years, and this is the first time that the eight-sword water-cutting stunt "Eight Flowers and Nine Splits" has been shown to others.
"You will regret it. My colorful tricks are the essence of my martial arts. If you tell me the origin of your martial arts now, you will still have a way to live, waiting for eight knives to pierce your face.
Your face is split into nine pieces. If you want to survive at that time, even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save you!"
Yes, if a knife hits your face, you will definitely die.
Yan Zhuo didn't want to die, so he fought back with a powerful move that could penetrate mountains and rivers.
——Use your energy to penetrate the mountains and rivers and break through all his flowers and nine cracks.
What kind of qi is that, and what kind of mountains and rivers are mountains and rivers?
Qi is heroic spirit, heroic spirit, courage and courage.
Mountains and rivers are the mountains and rivers of Kyushu. They are majestic and steep, galloping and majestic, erect and have a long history.
The mountains and rivers of Kyushu can only accommodate heroes, but not maggots who are greedy for profit and unjust!
"If you want to know the whereabouts of my martial arts, go to the underworld and ask King Yama!" Yan Zhuo said.
"Bastard!" Hattori was even more angry. The dagger in his hand was like flying flowers, weaving a knife net on Yan Zhuo's head, covering his head.
Taking action, Yan Zhuo flashed the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy spread out in an instant, freezing the nine waterfalls.
The ice is very bright, the sword light is very white, the eyebrows are very black, and the eyes of his eyebrows are shining with a fierce look, and he can cut through Hattori's entire sword network with just one sword strike.
There was silence in the world.
Yan Zhuo and Hattori Quancang stood on the deep pool, as if they were standing on flat ground.
No one saw clearly what happened just now? Not even Yanzhuo and Hattori Quancang saw clearly. None of them said a word, they just stood on the lake, breathing carefully, feeling the changes in their bodies bit by bit.
Yan Zhuo held the sword in his hand. The sword was still very white, his eyebrows were still very dark, and the light in his eyebrows was still so sharp.
Hattori Zenkura also held a sword in his hand, two broken swords and only two short swords.
The two people's breathing gradually became faster, and their chests began to rise and fall.
A strand of hair gently floated down from Yan Zhuo's head. It was the hair that had been chopped off by Hattori Zenkura's blade just now. Then, the sleeve of his left hand suddenly broke open, revealing his wrist with bulging veins.
As for Hattori Zenkura, his upper body showed traces of blood stains, and the blood seeped out from the blood stains bit by bit, just like a seed breaking through the ground and sprouting. The "seed" grew stronger and stronger, and the more blood he shed, the more
, in the blink of an eye, Hattori’s entire upper body turned red, as if he was wearing a bloody suit.
"You lost!" Yan Zhuo said, "But you are also the first person to take my sword without falling."
Hattori Zenkura snorted and smiled: "You are also the first person who can block my Eight Sword Cutting Water."
"Your injuries must be serious." Yan Zhuo said.
The corner of Hattori Zenkura's mouth curved, with a sinister and cruel smile on his face, and he said: "My injury is very serious, but your injury is not light either. You don't have to pretend. The knife in my hand is the best for me."
Clearly, when I saw the stabbing on your wrist, I knew that I had stabbed you twelve times in the back, and every time I stabbed you, the wounds were close to your bones."
A killer may not understand his own heart, but he must know his knife very well and what it feels like when the knife cuts on a person.
Yan Zhuo listened and smiled, a gentle smile, as light as white clouds and as light as the breeze: "If I was really injured, why didn't the clothes on my back open like the cuffs? Why didn't I
Not covered in blood like you?"
Hattori Zenkura said: "Your internal strength is very powerful. You should have used your internal strength to absorb the wounds and the clothes on your back."
"What you are saying is too fantasy. If a person can really control his inner energy like this, his martial arts should be said to be unparalleled in the martial arts world." Yan Zhuo still had a gentle smile on his face, "If a person can do this
If his martial arts skills are still injured by you, then he will really be bullied by a dog."
Hattori smiled and called out to Sato: "Sato, bring me the sword!"
Sato was still dealing with Qingfeng, Mingyue and Zhanjin. When he heard the master's summons, he swung three shurikens from his feet and jumped behind Hattori Zenkura. He looked at Hattori Zenkura who was covered in blood and hurriedly
He opened his mouth and asked: "Teacher, are you okay? You are covered in blood. Why don't we retreat first and leave the Qingshan Mountain without worrying about having no firewood? When General Zhongbu attacks Lianjiang City, we can borrow the strength of the warriors."
Wouldn’t it be nice to get rid of him again..."
"Don't talk nonsense, I will not borrow the power of those samurai, this is the pride of our ninjas!" Hattori Zenkura shouted, "This guy is also seriously injured. If we don't kill him now, we will have no chance in the future!"
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Sato looked at the indifferent Yan Zhuo across from him, and wondered in his heart: Was the teacher injured too seriously and lost his mind? The man opposite looked so calm, so it didn't look like he was seriously injured.
Thinking of this, Sato's heart suddenly moved. He looked at the teacher, and the knife he just handed out froze in mid-air.
"Sato, give me the knife quickly!" Hattori Zenkura shouted again.
Sato shook his head, said "Oh", and handed the knife to his teacher Hattori Zenkura.
On the other side, Qingfeng, Mingyue, and Zhanjin also stood behind Yan Zhuo, taking the formation for Yan Zhuo.
"General Yan, can you still withstand my sword?" Hattori Quancang raised his sword in the air, "My sword is called the ultimate sword slash, and it is a killing move even more cruel than the Eight Blossoms and Nine Splits!"
As he spoke, Hattori fully mobilized his inner energy, and the original blue inner energy was accompanied by bright red blood, permeating his whole body, like a blazing flame.
Liu Qingfeng said: "Brother, let me come and meet him." On the side, Guan Mingyue and Wang Zhanjin also drew their swords and stood in front of Yan Zhuo.
Yan Zhuo reached out, took out three flying swallow darts from his arms, and said: "Let me do it, you are no match for him!"
While he was talking, Hattori Quancang had already stepped forward. Every time he took a step, there would be ripples on the lake. Each ripple was the same size and frequency, just eighteen levels, no more, no less. This means,
Hattori's inner strength was the same with every step he took. His breathing and heartbeat were the same as the previous step. He was ready to take action.
——Foolproof preparation.
Yan Zhuo looked at Hattori Quancang, who was walking step by step, and the internal energy in Feiyan Dart suddenly arose. The murderous intent filled the sky in an instant, causing waves to spread out in circles, like a dragon emerging from the water.
Take action!
Three flying swallow darts shot out like arrows, and along with the flying swallow darts came Yan Zhuo's sword!
The sword's light flickered, its murderous aura was like a rainbow, and it stirred up wind and waves.
Hattori's whole body looked at the oncoming flying swallow darts and did not dodge. He allowed the three flying swallow darts to pass through his body and shoot out three jets of hot blood.
Cut with a sharp sword.
——Jue Dao.
——The ultimate kill.
——Death.
If you risk your hand's life, you will risk your own life as well.
The whole warehouse of Hattori kept shouting fiercely, and the Japanese sword slashed down from mid-air, turning into countless flying rainbows, shining on Yan Zhuo's head like starlight.
Just a "ding" sound was heard, and sparks flashed for a moment.
The sword in Yan Zhuo's hand had already met Hattori Quancang's blade. The sky and the earth suddenly turned pale, the startling waves also stopped for a moment, and the overwhelming murderous aura dissipated.
The waves stopped and the wind stopped.
The hands of Yan Zhuo and Hattori Quancang slowly lowered their hands, and the weapons in their hands were released at the same time, like a needle, slowly falling into the deep pool, silently and without a trace.
Hattori Quancang looked at Yanzhuo, and Yanzhuo also looked at Hattori Quancang.
Suddenly, Hattori Zenkura let out a long sigh, coughed up a pool of blood, and asked: "Did that knife hit you just now?"
"What do you think?" Although Yan Zhuo's sword was released, there was still a slight smile on his face.
Hattori Quancang shook his head, looked at Yan Zhuo's undamaged clothes, and said: "It seems that I am really old, and I can't avenge this revenge, but you remember, our ninja disciples will take this
Keep the grudge in your heart, one day we ninjas will make you pay for it with blood."
Yan Zhuo still had a smile on his face and said: "I'm waiting for you at any time. I just want to remind you that there are many people in Jiuzhou who want my head. If you want to take revenge, you have to ask your apprentice to hurry up.
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Hattori Quancang said harshly: "Don't worry, it won't be too late."
As he said this, he jumped back and stood hunched in front of Sato, saying: "Sato, help me go back."
"is teacher."
As Sato said this, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Hattori Zenkura's armpit, but along with that hand, there was a short dagger as cold as an ice pick.
The dagger was so sharp that it pierced Hattori Zengcang's back in just a moment.
Hattori Zenkura's eyes were startled, and he slowly turned his head, but his eyes met the light of Sato's slashing sword.
The sword rises and the head falls.
The head of the ninja god Hattori Zenkura was like a ball floating on the water. Before Yan Zhuo and others could react, Sato grabbed Hattori Zenkura's head and ran away.
He entered a waterfall and disappeared without a trace.
