A hot stinging pain came from his shoulder, Zhang Wenqing was horrified, but his movements were extremely smooth, he rolled forward on the spot, and then suddenly bounced out towards the right direction without warning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Poof!"

At the same time that Zhang Wenqing bounced to the side, the foothold he had rolled out of before was broken by Iga Chunqiu's knife, and the rubble splattered.

No one can describe how fast Iga Haru's knife is struck, and no one can explain how fast his body moves.

In short, even a master and powerhouse like Zhang Wenqing has a feeling that he can't see exactly where Iga Chunqiu's figure has moved, and the other party's speed is so fast that it can leave a dead end in the eyes of a master like Zhang Wenqing.

However, Zhang Wenqing is not weak, he avoided Iga Chunqiu's counterattack with his strong perception and intuition of danger, of course, because Iga Chunqiu's body disappeared from his vision, and the Iga family's fast knife flow is the strongest martial art inherited in the Japanese martial arts world for hundreds of years, so he was still broken a wound.

The wound wasn't deep, it wasn't big, but it was still a burning pain, and blood was pouring out. However, Zhang Wenqing didn't have time to take care of the wound, his body kept moving, constantly changing positions, and avoiding the attacks of Iga Chunqiu, who kept shooting at him in his blind spot, again and again.

If Zhang Wenqing's violent attack was completely blocked by Iga Chunqiu with his fast knife flow before, then now when Iga Chunqiu attacked, Zhang Wenqing's dodge method was slightly embarrassed.

Fifteen years ago, even Li Haoran would be afraid of three points Iga Chunqiu was not an ordinary martial arts master, he was a representative of the Japanese martial arts community, a powerful existence respected as the patron saint of Japan, in the modern Japanese martial arts world, he completely jumped out of the category of other Japanese martial arts masters, and became a well-deserved Japanese No. 1.

And Zhang Wenqing, although he barely made it to the heavenly list with Lan Di fifteen years ago and became one of the most powerful people in the world, there is still a certain gap compared with Iga Chunqiu.

Fifteen years have passed, Zhang Wenqing has grown a lot, Iga Chunqiu said that he should age a lot, and he should not be able to fight with him for a long time, but today, Iga Chunqiu's performance shocked Zhang Wenqing, this old guy's body does not seem to be old at all, and he is still as strong and durable as a young man.

However, Zhang Wenqing still does not believe in evil, it is impossible to have immortal people in this world, and it is impossible for anyone's physical functions not to age.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying in China called 'boxing is afraid of being young and strong!', and today's Zhang Wenqing is in the prime of life for the martial arts world, which belongs to the most prosperous state, and Iga Chunqiu is already 100 years old, even if the cultivation realm is unfathomable, it is impossible to fight with Zhang Wenqing for a long time.

Of course, it can't be said that Zhang Wenqing is really inferior to Iga Chunqiu, and he can only rely on his physical and age advantages to compete with Iga Chunqiu. The most important reason why he is in this passive situation at the moment is the knife in the hand of Iga Chunu.

If Zhang Wenqing had a knife in his hand, he would not be chased and beaten by Iga Chunqiu, he definitely had the strength to fight the opponent. As long as he continued to fight hard, he believed that Iga Chunu's follow-up strength would not be able to compete with him.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

"Poof!" Another stream of blood flew into the air, and a hole was cracked on Zhang Wenqing's back again, which was longer than the one on his shoulder, but fortunately it was not deep enough.

But even so, Zhang Wenqing also broke out in a cold sweat.

Iga Chunqiu's speed and strength were perfectly matched, bringing Japanese ninjutsu to the extreme, and Zhang Wenqing could only be chased after him without a good weapon, and he didn't even have a chance to turn around and confront the opponent head-on.

Whoosh!!

The blade broke through the air, and the sharp sound was endless, Zhang Wenqing could only dodge with his ear power and strong perception of danger, but it had to be said that his speed was also very fast, even if Iga Chunqiu had an absolute advantage, he still couldn't bring a fatal blow to Zhang Wenqing.

Time passed silently, and Iga Haru's sword was no longer as sharp as before, and his speed was showing some signs of weakening.

After all, he is still old, and he can't admit it.

After a few more moves, Zhang Wenqing's body suddenly froze, and in a situation that Iga Chunqiu did not expect, his upper body suddenly raised backwards, and at the same time spun wildly, and the samurai sword in his hand stabbed out fiercely backwards.

"Poof!"

Iga Chunqiu's knife grazed Zhang Wenqing's rotating body, and he forcibly chopped off a piece of flesh.

However, the katana in Zhang Wenqing's hand also pierced into Iga Chunqiu's lower abdomen with incomparable precision. If Iga Chunqiu's reaction wasn't so fast, Zhang Wenqing's knife would definitely be able to pierce him in the chest.

"Bang!"

Supporting the ground with one hand, Zhang Wenqing slapped his left hand on the ground, endured the huge pain on his body, and rolled to the side and escaped.

Swish!

Iga Chunu's wrist spun and pulled out a beautiful sword flower, and the katana slashed down Zhang Wenqing's body at an astonishing speed, but it slashed into the air.

"Sneer!!"

The sound of the cloth tearing came, and I saw Zhang Wenqing roll out to the side, tear the yellowed white shirt on his body with both hands, and quickly tied his waist and abdomen with the torn fabric of the shirt.

The blood instantly stained the entire white clothes, and his face looked pale as paper, but his eyes were still calm and sophisticated, still persistent and stubborn.

When he looked up, Zhang Wenqing grinned at Iga Chunqiu.

Iga Chunqiu met Zhang Wenqing's eyes, looking at this Chinese man in the prime of life, and inexplicably gave birth to a sense of respect in his heart, but also a trace of sadness and worry.

In the past, Zhang Tianqiao suppressed the Japanese martial arts world for dozens of years, and now his descendants and disciples are so powerful and terrifying, if he does not get rid of him today, I am afraid that no one in the Japanese martial arts world will be able to challenge this person in the next few decades.

Although there have been many young powerhouses in the Japanese martial arts world in recent years, and these young powerhouses have been well protected and not known to the outside world, they still do not belong to the same level compared to the person named Zhang Wenqing in front of them.

The killing intent filled the void, and both Zhang Wenqing and Iga Chunqiu were moved by the real killing intent, and they all wanted to kill each other.

Zhang Wenqing's injuries were very serious, and Iga Chunqiu's last knife brought him fatal injuries.

Similarly, the wound on Iga Chunu's body was not light, and even, if he hadn't retreated quickly, the knife could have pierced Iga Chunu's lower abdomen.

But even so, for an old man who is nearly 100 years old, Zhang Wenqing's knife still caused great damage to Iga Chunqiu, and it is still relatively fatal.

If Zhang Wenqing's injury can recover in two or three months, then Iga Chunqiu's injury will take at least a year or more, or even longer, and with Iga Chunqiu's current age, it is still unknown whether he can recover and return to his peak state.

With injuries for injuries, Iga Spring and Autumn will definitely lose!

Zhang Wenqing tightly held the broken and chipped-out katana in his hand, but his cold eyes were like the eyes of a wild wolf, staring at Iga Chunqiu.

Iga Chunqiu stretched out his hand and tried to treat the wound in the lower abdomen like Zhang Wenqing.

Zhang Wenqing grinned and raised a knife to kill him, how could he give this old guy time to treat his wounds?

Iga Chunu snorted coldly, and suddenly dodged to the side, and at the same time, the katana in his hand also slashed out at the fastest speed.

Quick victory, this is Iga Haru's tactic.

However, when Iga Chunqiu stepped out, he immediately touched the wound in the lower abdomen, and a bean-sized cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and he couldn't help but grin his teeth and snort in pain, and the whole person's movements were not as smooth and coherent as before, and they seemed to be slightly slower.

His wound was not only pierced head-on by Zhang Wenqing's knife, Zhang Wenqing's body was rotating at that time, but when Zhang Wenqing rolled out to the side, the knife was still in Iga Chunqiu's body, and when the knife left Iga Chunqiu's body, it also opened a hole next to the wound, so Iga Chunqiu's injury was much more complicated and serious than the knife he stood on Zhang Wenqing's body.

Masters compete with each other, life and death are on the line, although the speed and pace of Iga Chunqiu are only a little slower because of the impact of the wound, but in Zhang Wenqing's eyes, it is much slower.

At least, this time, Iga Chunqiu's rapid movement failed to jump out of Zhang Wenqing's line of sight, and did not create the illusion of hiding in Zhang Wenqing's visual blind spot.

As a result, Zhang Wenqing's knife slashed at the top of Iga Chunqiu's head with great precision, and the momentum was like a rainbow, fierce and violent.