Huaxia, the southern seas.

The sea breeze is salty and wet, and the sea is turbulent.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the lights were shining, and it was supposed to be a peaceful night, but there was evil and murderous intent swirling.

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's a deliberate act by a monk and a ghost.

It was the sea area where Xiao Fan was hiding, on the edge of the collapsed mountain cliff, where the monks and ghost disciples were surrounded by more than a hundred martial arts powerhouses.

"Capture the two of you now, and if you surrender, you will be able to keep your whole body, or you will die without a place to be buried!" shouted someone.

"Amitabha, my Buddha said that it is because there are too many stupid forks like you in this world that they cannot benefit sentient beings. The monk smiled slightly, and on the back of his bare head, there was a blood-colored aura, like a Buddha who turned into a demon.

A long golden stick was held tightly in the monk's hand, and the terrifying blood mist had already spread.

Beside the monk, the soft sword in the hands of the ghost disciple was also shining with golden light, and a sense of pride came to his face.

The ghost's eyes were blood-red, and his face was calm and numb, already in a state of rage.

It didn't take long to escape from the capital to the southern seas, and there were always people along the way to help the two of them.

However, the Ye family has been operating in Huaxia for many years and has too many tentacles, even if the black hand team shields the whereabouts of the two of them and carries out various interferences, they are still found.

However, the Wuzun powerhouses who died in the hands of monks and ghost disciples along the way have exceeded double digits, and the rest of the Wuzun powerhouses, even if there are hundreds, no one dares to act rashly, but they are just besieged, and they dare not be the first to go up and fight.

The elders of the Xuanmen are also among them, and they also dare not move, the strength of the monks and the ghost disciples is too terrifying, and the two of them are almost invincible when they join forces.

"Amitabha, if you can withstand my move, the poor monk will surrender. The monk grinned, outlining an evil smile, and the golden long stick in his hand skyrocketed.

The ghost disciple's soft sword was raised high into the sky, and a terrifying blood-colored aura erupted from his body, and after the breath was brewed to the extreme, it intersected with the long stick in the monk's hand.

"Roar!"

With a wild roar, the long stick hit the ground.

Suddenly, like an earthquake, the ground trembled, and a violent breath surged out of the ground.

Boom Boom!

Like a landslide, the cliff that had broken once collapsed again.

At this moment, high in the sky, a white fighter plane suddenly appeared, the iron chain with the thickness of the baby's arm hung down, and the monk and the tortoise and rabbit took off into the air, grabbed the iron chain, and followed the white fighter to the sea.

"Damn!

The martial arts powerhouses originally thought that the monks and ghost disciples were going to fight hard and burst out the most terrifying attack, but they didn't expect it to be a trick, and they fled while they were retreating.

"Quick! Knock them down for me!" Zhongkui, the new Great Elder of Xuanmen, roared angrily.

Outside Nansha City, the hidden base of the soul group, a tracking bomb, like a comet, crossed the night sky and pursued it.

The martial powerhouses breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, they were dumbfounded.

The homing bomb quickly caught up with the white fighter, but instead of colliding with it, it turned a corner and attacked the martial powerhouses.

"Withdraw!"

One by one, the martial arts powerhouses who were high up in the sky were desperately retreating at this moment, their faces full of horror.

Even if it is a strong martial artist, it will be very miserable if he is hit by a homing bomb.

"Hahaha......" Under the fighter plane, in the wind, the monk laughed and said: "Little ghost, we have experienced life and death together again, don't you still accept me?"

"Half a word of nonsense, I'll let you die in the sea to feed the fish!" the ghost's eyes flickered.

The monk was so aggrieved that his mouth was curled, but his eyes were very firm: "I believe that as long as I work hard, sooner or later you will like me!"

The ghost disciple roared in a rough male voice: "Draft sister, I'm a man!"

"Amitabha, it's okay for a man, the poor monk can poke you, of course, you can also poke me...... Ahh......h

……

Wakoku, Kita Island.

"Huhu...... Whew......"

Mei Sanbu was panting like a cow, his face was flushed, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

In front of him, two cyan and two golden, a total of four daggers, up and down, floating.

All four daggers were stained with blood, and the blood was about to clot.

In front of Yu Mei's three steps, there were five corpses lying down, all of them were peak powerhouses at the level of divine ninja.

At this time, outside the forbidden array, there were more than a dozen divine ninjas, but the eyes of each divine ninja were already filled with fear.

"Baga! This is only the weakest one in the alphabet K Alliance? What he is good at is only speed? Why do you tell me, how did Xiao Chunjun and the others die? How did they die?"

Outside, someone roared angrily, and his face was as hideous as a crazy hungry wolf.

Putting on a forbidden array is a very big price to pay!

It's not just the dozens of shinobi who were killed for delaying Mei's three steps. The Forbidden Array alone needs to be portrayed in ninja blood!

The most important thing is that in order to maintain the Forbidden Array, it takes twelve divine ninjas to consume their own lifespans!

Such a heavy effort, but even the weakest one in the alphabet K alliance can't be cleaned up?

"Your Majesty! Now that this matter has come, I feel that we must kill this person! Otherwise, the reputation of our Japanese kingdom will be completely discredited!" said the gray-haired old man.

"Your Majesty, I think it's just the opposite!" a man in a kimono strode out, he was the head of the Shirakawa family, Bai Qian's father, and the side that opposed the fight.

"This person's name is Mei Sanbu, codenamed Rogue Rogue, he is indeed the weakest person in the Alphabet K Alliance, and what he is good at is indeed speed, but even so, it has made us suffer heavy losses, it is conceivable that today's Alphabet K Alliance, how strong is it?"

After a pause, the head of the Baihe family continued: "There is bad news from Eastern Europe, and of the fifteen divine ninjas sent by our country, fourteen of them were buried in the hands of Cai Miao...... Your Majesty, don't be angry, what I want to say is that Cai Miao is still not the strongest person in the alphabet K Alliance. Desperate killing is the strongest. ”

"Baga, isn't the Despair Kill dead?"

"No, Your Majesty, since the K-League has reappeared, I don't believe that Despair Kills is gone, he must still be alive, maybe some conspiracy is brewing, or perhaps, he is at a critical stage of breakthrough. ”

"Impossible! If he breaks through again, does he want to enter the Heavenly Ninja stage?"

The heavenly forbearance of the Wa Kingdom is to enter the Tao with martial arts, and it is also the power of order in the West, with different names and the same realm.

"Highly likely!"

After a deathly silence, the head of the White River family continued: "So, I think it's better to stop for the time being, once you anger the Alphabet K Alliance, my ninja world may face annihilation!"

"Baga, are you afraid of death?

"The Baihe family is greedy for life and afraid of death, and they are not worthy of being called the top ten families in the ninja world!"

"There are so many strong people who have died, are we just going to forget it?"

"No! Now we have no way out, kill him! We must kill him!"

In the excitement of the crowd, in everyone's eyes, the killing intent is crazy.

(End of chapter)