The old man in the green shirt was the wooden kendo man, and he couldn't see that he also had such a flamboyant side in his actions, and directly hit other people's lairs and killed other people's sect members.

However, Wu Yitu learned the ability to kill, and since he did it, it was a situation where either you die or I die, so there is no need to show mercy to such an enemy.

Since watching the battle between Nangong Chu and Marcus on the outskirts of Shanghai, the wooden kendo man has been slightly enlightened, and his kendo cultivation has improved a little.

The magic of the sword has returned to the basics, and the edge of the wooden sword in his hand has been washed away, without any sword energy, there is no mighty sword move, and an ordinary wooden sword is far better than a divine weapon in his hand.

An ordinary former stabbing wood kendo man shattered the sword light of the Shinto priest, and then slowly forced the priest on the top of the steps with a thick layer of white powder on his face, like a white impermanence.

In the eyes of that priest, the wooden kendo man was no longer a human being, but a sword, a sword with an extremely obscure appearance, but an ordinary sword, which made this priest feel difficult to match. Unconsciously, the priest took a step back.

"Roar!" the priest roared angrily, he wanted to get rid of the fear in his heart, so he held the sword in both hands and drew a brilliant trace in the air, and the sword qi burst forward to attack and kill the wooden kendo man.

"Hmph! I can't help myself!" The Mu Kendo man's disdain for this priest was undisguised, and the cultivation equivalent to the innate junior level was not enough to see in front of him.

Two sword-like eyes burst out from the eyes of the wooden kendo man, and his cold gaze stared at the priest's face as if he had turned into a real sword.

Even though the priest's face was coated with a thick layer of grease powder, it was as if he felt a sharp sword attached to his face. Under the gaze of the wooden kendo man, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and the sword move he slashed out was suddenly affected, and his power immediately weakened a little.

"With such a mental cultivation, I don't know how he cultivated the strength of his body, which was not weaker than that of an innate beginner-level martial artist. The change in the priest's expression fell into the eyes of the wooden kendo man, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

The wooden sword in his hand was swung at will, and immediately broke the sword of the priest, shattering the sword qi, and then the wooden sword circled and "snort!", and the tip of the sword instantly hit the blade of the katana that was being recovered in the hand of the priest.

The priest immediately felt a sharp shock in his hand, and then with a soft "pop!", the katana made of refined steel broke in two at once.

After the wooden kendo man broke the katana in the priest's hand, the sword momentum did not stop because of this, but continued to stab the wooden sword forward, and the tip of the sword went straight to the left chest of the priest.

The priest immediately gasped, and was frightened into the sky, and he was about to move his steps backwards, dodging the click of the tip of the wooden sword, but he was horrified that he couldn't dodge.

"Poof!" the wooden sword of the wooden kendo man did not have any suspense, and directly hit the left chest of the priest, and then pierced out of the priest's back.

All the Shinto cultists who saw that scene were shocked to the extreme, they regarded them as godlike priests, and they were defeated, and the man made two moves on the priest, both times with the same move.

What made the hundreds of Shinto sectarians in the square in front of the shrine almost crazy was that the priest who they regarded as god-like beings was inexplicably stabbed in the heart of a bloody hole that was transparent from front to back.

"Poof!" the wooden sword man pulled out the wooden sword, and then shook the wooden sword, the blood stains on the wooden sword were immediately shaken away, and the wooden sword body was still smooth without a trace of blood.

When the wooden kendo man pulled the wooden sword out of the priest's chest, the blood hole on the priest's left chest suddenly spewed out a blood mist, making a sound similar to that of a water pipe leaking.

Pierced in the heart, no one survived, and this priest was not a god, so he had to die. A body of hot blood sprayed out from the hole in his left chest, and the vitality flowed out with the blood at the same time.

Although he didn't want to die, the priest's body still fell, and although the hundreds of people in the square didn't believe it, they could only accept the reality.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden sight, and there was silence all around, a palpitating absolute silence that could be heard even when an embroidery needle fell to the ground.

The Shinto high priest died, and was stabbed to death by an old man with a wooden sword. It seemed that a casual stab killed the priest, and no one believed it.

"He didn't even come to save you, it seems that he doesn't really value Shinto!" "Mu Kendo seems to be a little pity, he seems to be trying to lure a person in through Shintoism, but it seems that he failed.

The words of the wooden kendo man woke up the hundreds of Shinto sectarians in the square who were still in a state of extreme shock and unreality.

They suddenly came to their senses, but they showed two things: one was holding a katana and rushing towards the wooden kendo people fiercely, regardless of life or death, and the other was throwing away the katana and turning around and fleeing out of the square.

The two manifestations appear to be evenly split in numbers. So he who was not afraid of death got his fate, that is-death!

The wooden sword swung and left a faint yellow mark in the air, but the wooden sword that seemed to have no trace of fire burst out with a puff of flying blood. In front of the main hall of the Shinto shrine, blood mist suddenly steamed, and corpses were everywhere.

People who are not afraid of death sometimes can't die at all, but in front of the wooden kendo people, the Shinto sect members who are not afraid of death have only one fate, and no one can be spared.

In just an instant, none of the dozens of Shinto sectists who were not afraid of death could survive, and they were all killed by a sword from the wooden kendo people.

In this short moment, the wooden sword in the hands of the wooden kendo man harvested dozens of lives. And those Sect Wood Kendo people who scattered and fled outside the square did not deliberately pursue them.

However, he did not let go of any of those Shinto high-level leaders. Those old men who came out of the main hall with the priests became the targets of the Mu Kendo people.

With the cultivation of the wooden kendo people, it was easy to kill the high-ranking Shinto sect, and it only took more than ten minutes, and the dozen or so high-ranking Shinto sect who scattered and fled were all killed by the wooden kendo people.

A sect that does not have a high-level and no master is not a threat at all. If you want a sect to mess up, it's actually very easy, that is, to kill all the high-level leaders of that sect, leaving some ordinary disciples.

Then the disciples of this sect will fight for the power of the sect, and this sect will once again consume a group of outstanding disciples in the sect. In this way, this sect can not decay if it wants to.

When the wooden kendo people were killing in the Shinto sect, there was a very faint white cloud floating over the Shinto lair, and two figures were hidden in the cloud.

"This Iga Ryu is very calm, the Shinto Sect is about to be destroyed, and he hasn't come to the rescue. An old voice came from the clouds.

"Hmph, if we hadn't been able to find the shrunken turtle, we wouldn't have had to do this. Another voice sounded in the clouds, but it was a pleasant female voice.

"Then where the hell is Iga Ryu hiding?" The old voice sounded again, and on the mountain path outside the Shinto mountain gate below, the wooden kendo man had already killed the last Shinto high-ranking person.

"Old man Wu, your information can't be fake! Maybe Iga Ryu is still hiding in the West and hasn't returned to Japan at all. The beautiful female voice seemed to be a little impatient.

The old voice said, "My sources are not too accurate to be fake, I'm sure that Iga Ryu is hiding somewhere in Japan." ”

"Well, we'll use this method to get to the next location. The female voice said.

It turned out that the two invincible warriors hidden in the sky were the old man and the chaotic girl, and this time the two of them secretly came to Japan to kill Iga Ryu.

But Iga Ryu seems to have been steamed in Japan, and the old man and the chaotic war girl first went straight to Mt. Fuji. Because the nest of the Iga ninja school in the belly of Mt. Fuji has been taken back by the Iga dragon again.

With the arrival of the old man and the wargirl, the lair of the Iga ninja genre has changed hands again. The old man and the Ransom Girl, who couldn't find Iga Dragon, directly destroyed this nest that the Iga ninja genre had been operating for hundreds of years.

In the eyes of the people of the Koga ninja school, it is a pity to ruin such a good place, but for the old man and the chaotic war girl, it is not their thing, and it is not a pity to destroy it.

Unable to find Iga Ryuwu, the old man came up with a way, that is, using his own master as bait to lure Iga Ryu out. The person who is the bait is very good, and he is a peerless master of Huaxia's innate master.

The wooden kendo man, who is definitely an innate master, is a sword cultivator, and only such a heavy bait can lure out the big fish of Iga Dragon.

However, the conspiracy of the old man Wu did not seem to succeed, and when the wooden kendo people slaughtered all directions in the nest of the Shinto religion, Iga Ryu simply did not show up at all.

"The next location, don't worry, we'll go to the next location in three days, let's release the news first, let everyone know that we're going to attack the monks in Ritakaya, I don't believe that Iga Ryu can bear it." ”

Old man Wu suffered a big loss this time, and the culprit was Iga Long.

"Okay, just do as you say!" After thinking about it for a while, the chaotic war girl also felt that Old Man Wu's method was good, so she didn't have any objections.

The two hid in the sky, followed the wooden kendo people out of the mountainous area, and then the three of them met together to find a place to settle down first.

Why did the old man Wu and the chaotic war girl take the risk of leaving Huaxia and coming to Japan to hunt down Iga Long? They were not afraid that after they left, the two strong men of the same level in the West would take the opportunity to attack Huaxia?

In fact, they also had this concern, but two days ago, Old Man Wu felt that a strange fluctuation began to appear, and it gradually enveloped the area of Shanghai within a radius of a hundred miles.

At this time, a kind of fluctuation synchronized with the pulsation of heaven and earth can be sensed by martial artists who are also in the realm of true martial arts. It was clear that this fluctuation had crossed the boundaries of the True Martial Realm.

Breathe with heaven and earth, and truly become one with heaven and man. Old Man Wu was shocked and began to look for the source of the fluctuations, but he found the Qinglong Mansion.

Although he vaguely felt that this fluctuation that was similar to spiritual fluctuations and like the vitality of heaven and earth was coming from Nangong Chu in retreat. But when he really found it to go to the Blue Dragon Mansion, he was still horrified.

That cultivator monster-like guy actually took that step. It was a vision beyond the realm of true martial arts, a vision that had never appeared in this world before.

Of course, for thousands of years, there have been countless amazing and brilliant people in China, among them, it cannot be said that no one can touch the power of the origin of heaven and earth, nor can it be said that no one has really taken that step, but in various classics that have been handed down, there is really no description of the realm above the true martial arts.

It was because of this strange fluctuation similar to the pulse of heaven and earth that Nangong Chu revealed that the old man Wu dared to leave Huaxia with the chaotic war girl and enter Japan to hunt down Iga Long.

Old man Wu was eager to crush Iga Ryu to ashes, why did Old Man Wu hate Iga Ryu so much? There is no reason, when Old Man Wu chased and killed Iga Ryu, this Iga Dragon actually led Old Man Wu to the West.

Then this Iga Ryu got in touch with the Marcus brothers, and secretly set up a killing game, wanting to kill the old man Wu in one fell swoop. Fortunately, the Heavenly Sword Ling Juechen, who was following Old Man Wu at that time, was shocked and was already alert before he entered the killing game.

Even so, after a big battle, Ling Juchen was seriously injured and dying, and the old man himself was injured by the three true martial arts powerhouses. As a last resort, Old Man Wu had no choice but to take Ling Jiechen to rush out of the encirclement and return to Huaxia.

Three days is not a short time, but it is enough to make the news that the Shinto Sect was almost wiped out spread throughout the Japanese cultivation community.

This news caused quite a stir in the Japanese cultivation circles. Someone broke into the nest of the Shinto Sect and slaughtered all the Shinto high-ranking people inside. This in itself was a piece of news that shocked the entire Japanese cultivation community.

And coupled with the fact that Shinto has only recently surrendered to Iga Ryu, this is a reverie. Why did Iga Ryu watch his allies being slaughtered and didn't come forward to stop it?

As a result, some of the deeper things that this incident led to were gradually revealed. The forces that have formed an alliance with Iga Ryu are chilled.

Iga Ryu didn't care whether his allies lived or died, and the level of trust between Iga Ryu and his allies immediately plummeted, and the two sides began to become distant.

But I have to say that Iga Ryu is really able to endure it, even if the outside world says that he can't save him when he sees death, and when there is no morality, he can still sit still and not jump out to clarify for himself.

Perhaps he had realized that someone was beating him up.

But the plan still had to be carried out, one day passed, no movement passed, two days passed, there was still no movement, and on the evening of the third day, a middle-aged man in a Tang costume appeared outside Koya Mountain.

The middle-aged man looked up at this sacred mountain of Buddhism, which was famous in the Japanese cultivation world, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, and then he strode into the mountain.

High in the sky, the divine consciousness of the old man and the chaotic war girl shrouded a radius of thirty miles, and within this range, as soon as Iga Ryu appeared, they could immediately appear and join forces to eliminate him.

"Huh?" The old man Wu who was hidden in the high sky suddenly frowned, and then said with some surprise: "I didn't expect that there was a big master hidden in this King Kong Peak Temple." ”

"This time, Zhuge Wuji has met an opponent. The wargirl also said with some surprise.

The person who attacked the Kongofeng Temple this time was not a wooden kendo person, but a different person, this person was Zhuge Wuji, the owner of Wuji Island in the East China Sea. This Zhuge Wuji is also a kendo master, but his sword is not necessarily worse than that of a wooden kendo person.

The innate martial artist acted like the wind, like electricity, and it didn't take long for Zhuge Wuji to come to the basin deep in the mountains, and one hundred and seventeen temples in Koyasan were located in the basin.

Without any words, Zhuge Wuji did as his name suggested, and without any scruples, he directly smashed a pagoda at the entrance with one palm, and then strode towards the nearest temple.

The loud sound immediately spread throughout the entire Pandi, and all the monks in the temple heard this roaring loud sound.

"Who is here to disturb the trouble!" a loud shout came from a distance, and then a yellow shadow was seen rushing out of a temple in the middle of the ground.

That person was talking about the island country bird language, Zhuge Wuji was like the wooden kendo people, and he didn't listen to the bird language at all, and he didn't know the meaning of that sentence at all.

The time that the person came was so fast, just in a breath, he had already come to Zhuge Wuji's body. The man glanced at the collapsed stupa with a displeased expression.

This is a middle-aged monk with a slender figure and dark skin in a yellow monk's robe.

"Your skills are good!" Zhuge Wuji said in a deep voice, and then slammed his palm towards the monk, and suddenly Zhuge Wuji's palm power rushed towards the monk like a rolling Yangtze River.

"You ......," the monk couldn't help but say when he saw Zhuge Wuji, and he couldn't help but be shocked with a palm, and immediately understood that this person was here to make trouble.

Although the monk was angry, he was very calm, and immediately met the palm that Zhuge Wuji had slapped with his right fist. But the moment the monk's fist came into contact with Zhuge Wuji's palm, the monk's face immediately changed greatly.

"Bang!" a low thud was heard, and then a scream was heard, and the monk spat blood and flew out.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly rushed out of the temple on the ground, hugged the monk who flew out upside down, and then floated down in the air.

"Huh?" When he saw the face of this person who suddenly rushed out of it, Zhuge Wuji's pupils couldn't help but shrink for a while, and he felt a force in the other party's body that was not weaker than himself.