Xuanwu's fearless attitude made more than a dozen black-clothed men furious.

"Fire up, kill him. A big man in black shouted.

Suddenly, the bullet flew, pierced the void, and flew towards Xuanwu, but Xuanwu's figure suddenly disappeared.

Losing his target, the gunfire stopped at this moment, filled with an eerie silence, and the man in black looked around, looking for Xuanwu's figure with a look of horror.

The same was true for Song Qing in the car, seeing the big man in black suddenly shooting, Song Qing screamed, and saw Xuanwu disappear, so he was shocked to look around, but found that where Xuanwu was standing just now, there was nothing but air.

"Ninjutsu?, a ninja?" said one of the black-clothed men in shock.

"Don't compare me to those garbage ninjas. As the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the air, and its figure fell like lightning.

Xuanwu appeared, almost the moment he appeared, the black-clothed man saw all of them, and before they could come back to their senses, the figure had already stepped firmly on the roof of a car.

Like a 10,000-pound boulder falling on the car, the car came with a loud "bang", and suddenly the car was pressed to sink, the glass of the body splashed around like an explosion, the carriage collapsed, the whole car was flattened, the height became almost half of the original, and a few black-clothed men inside had no time to scream, they were already killed by this powerful squeezing force, blood and gasoline slowly flowed out, and the people in the car had no hope of living at all.

The black man outside the car looked at Xuanwu standing on top of the flat car, trembling with fear, although they had been in the gang for many years, they had seen a lot of bloody scenes, and everyone's hands were stained with blood. But the tragic situation in front of them made them shudder.

For the Japanese, Xuanwu really doesn't have a good impression, especially these gangster Japanese, Xuanwu has no good feelings, thinking that in the battle between the Xingtian Legion and the Eight Miscellaneous Legion, I don't know how many Japanese soldiers died in the hands of Xuanwu.

Xuanwu stood in the car and looked at the group of black-clothed men in front of him, hooked his fingers at them, and smiled, that smile was like a life-threatening smile, which made all the black-clothed men shudder.

All the black-clothed men didn't know what to do at this time, it seemed that the guns in their hands had become burning sticks, and they wanted to escape, with the strength of Xuanwu, they had no chance at all.

Looking at the few black-clothed men in front of him, Xuanwu did not have the slightest sympathy, these gang members were full of evil spirits, and at first glance, they were evildoers, and their hands were full of blood, this kind of person was not a pity to die.

"Kill him, kill this demon. The black-clothed man who took the lead shouted urgently, and with the leader, all the other black-clothed men immediately raised their guns and pointed their guns at Xuanwu.

It's just that Xuanwu's movements were too fast, his body turned over sideways in the air, and after landing, he kicked out, and the entire half-flat car suddenly flew out.

The car that flew out was very fast, and it hit several big men in black, without stopping at all, and continued to fly until it hit the mast of the road.

Then a sword qi materialized into Xuanwu's hand, and then slashed towards the remaining black-clothed man.

"Get out of the way!" The man in black who took the lead, felt the breath of death, and roared loudly, but the sound was not as fast as Xuanwu's knife, and the sound of the knife was slashing.

More than a dozen black-clothed men were slashed by the knife qi, and few of them could survive, and a few of them who were quite unlucky were cut in half by the knife qi, and their bodies were cut in half, and their bodies were cut off, which looked quite bloody.

The black-clothed man was all killed, but Xuanwu didn't mean to relax at all, but frowned and looked at the air, so he said coldly: "Something that hides its head and tail, since it's here, let's show it." ”

Xuanwu's voice fell, and ten masked ninjas had appeared around him.

Looking at the dozen ninjas in front of him, Xuanwu smiled slightly and said, "It's good, I have killed a lot of ninjas before, and my strength is not very good, I don't know how strong you are, how much time can you last?"

Ten ninjas, all burly figures, holding swords in both hands on the right side, concentrating on the opposite side of Xuanwu.

With a wave of the ninja who took the lead, Xuanwu became entangled with ten ninjas.

These ninjas seem to be a little different from the previous ones, they really practice ninjutsu to the point of being superb, full of killing breath, all of them are deadly attacks, and they seem to be a ruthless machine that only knows how to kill.

Xuanwu broke the long knife in the hand of a ninja with a punch, then took a step forward, turned his palm into a knife, and instantly stabbed into the ninja's chest, the ninja covered his face, unable to see the expression, but his eyes were full of madness, without any pain before death, but threw away the broken knife in his hand, pulled out a sharp dagger from his back, and planned to pull Xuanwu to the end.

Xuanwu smiled coldly, pinched the opponent's arm in an instant, pulled it with his hand, twisted it, all the joints of the ninja's arm were broken, hung down, the dagger fell, and there was no longer half a point of strength in his hand, although there was a murderous aura in front of him, but unfortunately, the eyes were people who could not be killed, and he could only slowly lose his strength and fall to the ground and die with the blood.

Seeing the death of this ninja, the rest of the ninjas were unmoved, and rushed towards Leng Yi without their lives, but there was a spirit of seeing death as home.

"All of you will be sent to hell. At this time, Xuanwu really became serious, and he was a little worried in his heart, the strength of this ninja is indeed good, if it is not solved quickly, maybe there will be ninjas who will continue to come.

If it was alone, Xuanwu didn't care, but with Song Qing, I'm afraid it would be very troublesome, so it was better to solve it quickly and leave quickly.

Xuanwu turned his palm into a knife, the knife energy continued to swing out, the gap in strength was not fierce to make up, once Xuanwu became serious, the ninja was indeed not enough, and the ninjas were killed one by one.

Blood gushed everywhere, screams rang out, and even severed limbs and stump arms could be seen flying, and in a few moments, all the ground around them was stained with blood.

The screams, wails, and the sound of swords colliding kept coming, and the blood stained red all around, ten ninjas, several of them were strangled by Xuanwu with one and extremely cruel killing, almost all of them died with one blow.

The only remaining leader ninja looked at Gentake, his hand holding the knife trembling.

Xuanwu's face was murderous, and he looked at the ninja who took the lead with some contempt: "Ninja, it seems that it's just that." ”

The face of the ninja who took the lead changed, knowing that it was impossible to escape, and the only way to fight to the death was at the moment, so he shouted: "Kill." Then he brandished his knife and slashed at Xuanwu's head.

The leading ninja was strong, but he died under his own knife, the long knife couldn't hold it, and was snatched by Xuanwu, and then stabbed into his chest, blood feverish, but the body began to get cold, and he held the blade behind him, and slowly fell, and lost his life.