On the top of the low mountain, in the complex of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Masagen beast thought again, still wantonly venting on the woman, his greedy eyes flashing with fantasies and impulses for another woman.

The woman was delicate and tactful, but that face, in the eyes of Fujiwara Masagen, had become Bai Qian's appearance.

Such an impulse made him even more crazy, and the woman's coquettish cry gradually turned into pain.

It's just that what he didn't know was that at this time, in the corner outside the room, there was a ninja with a graceful figure and wearing a black tightsuit standing quietly against the wall, with a pair of smart and arrogant eyes, staring at Fujiwara Masagen's body through the window, flashing a faint killing intent.

Time passed slowly, and the low hilltop where Fujiwara's house was located was calm, as usual.

But the breeze blew, but it brought a smell of blood.

Fujiwara Chiya's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and at this moment, he smelled a different smell, that smell, called danger.

At this moment, the people of the Alphabet K Alliance had already reached the top of the mountain under the leadership of Xiao Fan, and in the dark night, they dispersed and quietly entered various rooms, causing many people to lose their lives in their sleep.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, with a loud bang, Fujiwara Chiya broke through the roof, and around him, three members of the blood team were knocked out, seriously injured and vomiting blood.

The loud bang shook the night sky and woke up the sleeping people of the Fujiwara family.

Fujiwara Masamoto was so frightened by the loud noise that he almost didn't shrink down when he was about to reach his limit, turned over and got up, with extreme anger on his face, and simply put on a dress to open the door.

In the corner of the wall outside the door, the graceful ninja saw the opportunity, his eyes flashed, and the sword behind his back was about to go out of his body, but at this time, there was a gust of wind, and four big men appeared next to Fujiwara Masagen, all on alert.

These four people, all of them are Shangnin.

Knowing that there was no more chance, the graceful figure quietly turned into nothing and disappeared here.

"What's going on?" Fujiwara Masagen looked unhappy, anyone who was so frightened when he was about to break out was probably a murderer.

"Young master, there is an enemy attack. A big man said solemnly, he also smelled the smell of blood, and had a premonition that the enemy was very strong.

"Attack?" Fujiwara Masamoto was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly.

What kind of existence does the Fujiwara family have? It is a top ancient family in the Wa Kingdom, and when will it face an enemy attack?

Growing up, Fujiwara Masamoto only felt the strength of the Fujiwara family and the awe of others, and the sudden appearance of an enemy attack was not a danger in his opinion, but another kind of stimulation.

The four shinobi bodyguards frowned slightly, they were the dead soldiers of the Fujiwara family, since Fujiwara Masamoto was born, their mission was to protect the Fujiwara family master in front of him who was smiling like an idiot, and the performance of Fujiwara Masamoto for so many years made them extremely despised.

Even they, as shinobi, sensed the danger, and this idiot was still smiling happily?

"Let's go, I want to see what kind of enemy it is, dare to come to Fujiwara's house to spread wilderness!" Fujiwara Masagen raised his toes, just wearing a kimono, and went straight to the source of the loud noise with a pair of bare legs.

There, it was the residence of Chiya Fujiwara.

The four bodyguards were helpless, glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed.

Outside Fujiwara's Thousand Nights room, there was already a big mess.

Countless ninjas and samurai poured out like ants, and in the distance, there were even figures exuding a powerful momentum coming quickly, and twelve of them were rapidly approaching, they were all the upper ninjas of the Fujiwara family and the same as the martial artists of the Huaxia Innate Triple Realm.

The members of the Blood and Blood Crying Group shot out indifferently, everyone's dagger was stained with blood, and in the face of ten times more enemies, they did not flinch in the slightest, and their faces did not change a bit.

Every time a dagger is stabbed, a ninja or samurai of the Fujiwara family is bound to fall to the ground and die.

Xiao Fan stood coldly on top of a big tree, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't make a move, as if he was waiting for something.

At a certain moment, the blood-red beads in the hands of the two groups of members of the blood-crying group exploded, and the blood-red fog shrouded and spread, and the view of everyone in the Fujiwara family who entered it was blocked, and one after another screams continued to be heard.

"Get out of the fog zone!" Fujiwara Chiya felt very tricky when he faced the five Desperate Killers head-on, but he still shouted.

The ninjas of the Fujiwara clan retreated quickly, and in the blood-red mist, they could not see a single figure at all, and the screams of the death of their companions in their ears made them feel terrified.

However, no matter how much they retreated, they were still in a thick fog.

From Xiao Fan's point of view, the blood-red fog continued to expand outward, from the initial enveloping a radius of ten meters to a radius of one hundred meters.

The place where the two sides fought was the gathering place of the Fujiwara family, the buildings were clustered, the streets were not spacious, and after the blood-red fog spread, their movement was very inconvenient, and those who were panicked hit the wall again and again in retreat.

"Hmph! pretend to be a ghost!" "The Fujiwara family who rushed to the country shouted: "Aoyi, wind roll!"

Dozens of innate triple level Shangnin collectively shot, and a faint wind scroll appeared in front of everyone's Tai Dao, and as the silver light flashed, the wind scroll gradually became larger.

"Go!" With a soft shout, more than a dozen wind whirlwinds from before the ninja sword gathered together, forming a huge wind whirlwind, and the bursting wind blew dust all around.

Then, the huge wind swept towards the blood-red mist, and under the action of the wind, the blood-red fog gradually thinned and faded, and the fast-moving figures were exposed.

At this time, Fujiwara Masamoto arrived, and seeing the figure of the blood-crying members quickly retreating, he yelled excitedly: "Kill them all!"

In an instant, the ninjas and samurai of the Fujiwara family were like wolves, rushing up with a murderous aura.

"Except for the gods, they're all here, right?"

On the big tree, Xiao Fan saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing next to Fujiwara Masagen, and knew that it was Fujiwara Qianye.

"Whew!"

A red light rose into the sky, and the two groups began to flee down the mountain.

"Don't let one go!" Fujiwara Chiya shouted, leading everyone to chase after him.

"Ahhh

A series of screams rang out again, and the ninjas who were chasing behind them were beaten into a sieve, each of them covered with many hidden weapons.

"Yaga, chase me!" Fujiwara Masamoto roared, regardless of the dead ninjas, and commanded everyone to chase after them again.

But just two seconds later, the Fujiwara family fell countless ninjas, this time each of them whose soles were pierced by traps laid in advance, and then their whole bodies turned black and died.

"It's poisonous!"

After a burst of chaos, the ninjas of the Fujiwara family stopped in horror, they didn't dare to chase anymore, who knows how many traps are waiting for them on the road down the mountain in just a few minutes, and how many people will die, maybe it will be their turn next. ()

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