"Next floor!"

Song Ningqing, who was running wildly, said coldly to the wireless headset.

According to the precise location of the bodyguards of the Xindu Building provided by the "Wolf Teeth" computer monitoring, she did not need any extra reaction time at all.

Turn, stop.

The four men in suits standing in the aisle looked at Song Ningqing, who rushed over, and did not react at all.

Song Ningqing sprinted seven steps.

The moment they reached into their arms, their bodies bounced to the left with the help of the wall, closing the distance between them and the others again.

The four men could only dazzle at the sight of a girl catapulting in the passage completely defying gravity.

"Bang bang bang!"

Wherever Song Ningqing passed, no one had a combined force.

Lying on the ground were all big men in suits with strange twisted hands and feet.

The whole building, wailing.

Long Kai, who was sitting in front of the computer screen, looked at the red color disappearing on the screen one by one, he couldn't have imagined that a female adjutant under the god of war would have such a strong combat power.

Rise.

Staring at the brightly lit conference room on the top floor of the Xindu Building, Long Kai was really stunned.

Where, and what kind of scene will it be.

Drinking blood?

For Song Ningqing, who has been fighting on the northern front for three years, this level of fighting is too elegant and gentle.

"Who gave you the courage?"

The retainers of Abe, who were dressed in bright red and bloody clothes, slowly got up "in", and their faces were vicious.

"Courage?"

Wei Baocang was a little amused, and the contempt in his eyes became more and more intense, "I don't need courage, I only have murderous energy..."

"In" roared angrily and flashed to Wei Baocang.

Among the nine Abe retainers, he has the best leg skills, and even the taekwondo black belt, which is known for his legs, is not sure of victory in front of him.

Bang ——!

A gorgeous blow with the strength of the wind instantly appeared on Wei Baocang's head.

When a normal person is kicked by such a footwork, his head must be like a watermelon falling to the ground.

Asunder!

"It's not enough..."

Wei Baocang raised his left hand and lightly caught the full blow of "Zai" with one hand.

"Let's get on it!"

Miyara Tsurusheng hid in the shadows and stood with the lean old man, and ordered the other eight Koga Nakashinobi in his mouth.

After receiving the order, the eight Koga Naka Shinobu who were already surrounding each other looked at each other, nodded, and each pulled out their weapons from behind their backs.

Pounced on Wei Baocang together.

This is not the primeval forest of Huanglongxi, and there is not so much space for you to move around.

Can you fight again?

Can you defeat this group alone enough to seduce the underground forces of a small country?

... ...

Why at the first moment of the start of the battle, Miyara Tsurusheng was not standing on the side of the physically fit Abe retainer "in".

Instead, retreat to the side of a lean old man?

There is only one possibility.

Miyara felt safer standing by the old man's side than with the Koga ninjas.

Looking at the panicked man beside him, Shinji Yamamoto smiled desperately.

Now.

This old man, who had been hiding his body in the shadows, finally revealed his true colors.

Not tall, about 60 years old.

If you don't look at his face, you will be an inconspicuous retired old man in the crowd.

It's just that.

It's just a seemingly ordinary old man, but there is a terrifying scar on his face that stretches all over the side of his face and extends to his neck.

No one could have imagined it.

The last shinobi of the Izumo Kuni Koga faction turned out to be like this.

Take out the seat and accompany yourself for half a century, called "sacrificing oneself".

The only shinobi of the Koga faction said in a calm tone: "Over the years, I have seen many people and many things. ”

"During this time, it is very gratifying to watch you carefully manage your business. You are still young, you still have a long way to go, and you should not die here. ”

Shinji Yamamoto rubbed his sallow palm against his face to get the terrifying scar.

As if stuck in a memory:

"In the last thirty years, Izumo has been crushed by Huaxia and can barely turn over. ”

After a pause, he continued:

"Eleven years ago, I infiltrated Huaxia with my senior brothers, and I wanted to buy another twenty years of respite for Izumo by killing the Huaxia military god General Han Dian. ”

"Everything was going well. ”

"We successfully infiltrated Huaxia and killed Han Dianjiang, less than five meters away from cutting off his head!"

"But!"

It was as if some terrifying scene came to mind.

Shinji Yamamoto's cloudy pupils couldn't help but contract:

"Suddenly two young people came out, each with a Nepalese saber, and they stopped us outside!"

The spiritual old man's eyes flashed with terrifying madness:

"Only one step away! Only one step away from success, we are not reconciled!"

"In the end, only Izumo was left in Izumo Province, a half-crippled old man. ”

Miyaliang Hesheng looked at the old man beside him with a frightened expression.

At that time, the seven members of the Koga Ninja Knife infiltrated Huaxia and approached the Chinese military god Han Dianjiang, which was rumored to be a myth.

Although, in the end, six people were broken, and one returned.

However, they can be said to be household names in Izumo Province!

It's just that no one ever knew.

How did the remaining six people die in Huaxia?

All the people of Izumo want to believe that they must have died quite a heroic death!

But it didn't work out.

The seven people of the Izumo Kuniku Koga Ninja Sword were tortured and killed by two young men with two Nepalese sabers?

Suddenly!

Gong Liang Hesheng looked at the majestic figure in front of him and covered his mouth in surprise:

"Could it be him?"

... ...

"It's still not enough!"

Shinji Yamamoto did not answer his words.

Instead, he looked at the wargroup in front of him, and his sharp voice spoke out with irrepressible fear.

It seems to confirm Shinji Yamamoto's judgment.

"The purpose is not pure, those who step into Huaxia will die!"

Wei Baocang snorted coldly.

With one hand, he flicked away the leg sweep of Abe's retainer's "presence", and his body suddenly moved, and he rushed into the crowd like a volley phantom.

Hmmm——!

The prismatic spur flashed with a terrifying cold light in the conference room on the top floor of the Xindu Building.

After cutting through the man in red, Wei Baocang turned left in front of a bewildered Koga Nakashinobi, and the military spurs pierced his body without hindrance.

A horizontal stroke of the left arm!

The neck of the last Koga Naka Shinobi was cut in two by his seemingly slender military thorn...

Shinji Yamamoto, a lean old man, stood up suddenly.

With one palm, he pushed Gong Liang Hesheng into the hidden secret passage, pulled out the sword and "sacrificed" his head without replying:

"Go to the embassy district!"

"Go home!"

"Tell the head of the family that Wei Baocang is leaving!"

"In the north of China, there is no one!"

Wei Baocang looked at Shinji Yamamoto, who was coming towards him with a sword, and said with a disdainful expression:

"Eleven years ago, you should have died at my hands!"

Miyara Tsurusheng through the glass.

I saw the tragic Xindu Building in the conference room on the top floor.

A palm with blood and even steaming water, as if piercing a blank piece of paper, passed through the chest of Shinji Yamamoto, the only one in the Koga faction...