"What a ghost. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The middle-aged samurai with two knives at his waist looked at Yuehua, showing a hint of surprise, he had inquired about the news before, and he had already learned about Yuehua's appearance, but he was still a little surprised when he really met, and now the little ghosts are so powerful.

"Little ghost, I don't care what your path is, these two brothers and sisters are the prey of Lord Ono, hand them over honestly, and then I will give you a good time." The middle-aged samurai said coldly, Yuehua didn't have any ninja village forehead guards, and he looked like a good wild road ninja, just dressed up gorgeously to scare people.

"Give me a good breath." Yuehua's eyes narrowed, his five fingers moved, the shuriken was already between his fingers, and he threw it out with a shake of his hand, he was too lazy to talk nonsense. "Wind Escape・Shuriken."

Four cyan windmills, with a sharp wind whistle, slashed out in a horizontal line, just blocking the bluestone mountain road completely, not giving any room to dodge, on both sides are thick cherry blossom trees, and behind the flower trees are solid and steep rock walls.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! Clang! ”

Four crisp blade strikes rang out, and the interval between them was extremely brief, sounding like a long clang.

The middle-aged samurai's twin swords had been unsheathed, and the blades were wrapped with this layer of magnificent blue, and it was he who used these two knives to split the wind escape shuriken of the moon flower, and the shuriken that shattered into eight petals and inserted it deep into the cherry blossom trees on both sides.

"Interesting, a samurai who can use chakra." Yuehua showed an interested look, staring at the double swords in the hands of the middle-aged samurai, he knew that the samurai of the Iron Country would use chakra, but he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, and he didn't expect to meet it in the land of Taki.

"Are you a samurai from the Iron Country?" Yuehua asked loudly.

"In Shimomatsu Kiyoken, they are not the samurai of the Iron Country, but not only the samurai of the Iron Country can use chakra." Matsuo Kiyoken showed a very unpleasant expression.

"Is that so? It doesn't matter, are you sure you want to embarrass me? Yuehua smacked his lips, put his hand on the hilt of the ice wheel pill, and stared coldly at Matsuo Qingjian, the samurai who can use chakra is just interesting to him, and it doesn't mean anything anymore, this world is still the era of ninjas after all.

"You're very powerful, but as a samurai, there's no reason to run away without a fight." Matsuo Qingjian's eyes were equally indifferent, not only to the enemy, but also to himself, the power of Fang Cai's shuriken let him know that the enemy in front of him was not as simple as a ghost.

The samurai behind Matsuo Kiyoken also drew their swords out of their sheaths, but none of them were able to use chakra like Matsuo Kiyoken, and it seemed that this technique was not so simple to master.

"In that case, let's do it! Matsuo clear stream. Yuehua slowly pulled out the Ice Wheel Pill, the howling wind wrapped around the blade, the Ice Wheel Pill did not touch the ground, but the extended wind blade had already cut the bluestone under his feet.

"Bell!"

Qingyue's chirp sounded, the friction between the blades, emitted a sharp and beautiful sharp sound, the magnificent blue and transparent cyan continued to interlac, the sharp blades shot in all directions, scraping slender and deep cracks on the ground, and the cherry trees on both sides were also unlucky, not to mention the scales and bruises all over the body, and a cherry tree on the left was directly broken.

The scattered blades cut through the thick trunk of the tree, and the half-cut cherry tree, with the dense green leaves on the canopy, slammed down with a bang, and just aimed at the moonlight that flew back upside down.

"Cut, what a bad luck! It's on my side. Yuehua muttered depressedly, looking at Matsuo Qingjian who was like a cheetah on the opposite side, and couldn't help but shake his head, it was really unlucky.

"Flame Fall." With a wave of Yuehua's left hand, the pale blue flames flew out, and the front rolled up the turquoise crown of the cherry tree, but in just one breath, the blue flame with the terrifying high temperature directly burned half of the cherry tree into ashes.

At the same time, Yuehua's right hand slashed with the knife, and Matsuo Qingjian's double knives collided continuously, and the fierce impact sound was endless, echoing in this narrow mountain road.

"What a real sword!" Matsuo Kiyoken's twin knives held up the Ice Wheel Pill, looking at the slight gaps on his double knives, he couldn't help but praise it, even if there was a chakra condensed knife, but the Ice Wheel Pill still slashed his knife.

Matsuo Qingjian picked up the Ice Wheel Pill, quickly retreated a few steps, and opened the distance between Yuehua, the two of them fought with their sword skills, he actually did not have the upper hand, which made his mood quite heavy, he did not forget that the other party was a ninja, and ninjutsu was what the enemy was good at.

"Your swordsmanship is pretty good!" Yuehua looked at Matsuo Qingjian with interest, Fang Cai's temptation, Matsuo Qingjian's strength is very good, in terms of knife skills, Yuehua is slightly inferior, but he relies on the speed of an instantaneous step to maneuver with it.

And the use of that kind of chakra, Yuehua can be regarded as a number, but it's just a change in the form of chakra.

"But if that's all you have, the next step is death." Yuehua grinned, and the wind on the Ice Wheel Pill suddenly strengthened, and then compressed and condensed again, forming a translucent cyan wind blade.

Matsuo Qingjian's gaze froze, the hands holding the knife couldn't help but exert force, the cyan blood vessels on the back of the hands were clearly visible, and he stared intently at Yuehua's every move.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up pieces of green leaves flying in the wind, and suddenly, a magnificent blue light flashed, and the green leaves in the air quietly split in half, and then a clear friction sound sounded, it was the sound of metal being cut.

Matsuo Qingjian held the double knives and landed in front of Yuehua, only three steps away from Yuehua, but these three steps have become an insurmountable moat.

The two slender knives dissipated from the magnificent blue blades on them, and then quietly broke into two, and the half-cut blades smashed on the bluestone ground, and the blood of the big tent spurted out from Matsuo Qingjian's neck, and a long blood fountain flew backwards, drawing a slightly distorted blood line behind Matsuo Qingjian.

As for the head, it was already gurgling and flying into the arms of the samurai.

"It's amazing."

Hualien Takumi hid behind a cherry tree with Hitomi, watching the battle between Yuehua and Matsuo Kiyoken, the collision of swords made his blood boil, and there was a deep yearning in his eyes.

Seeing Matsuo Kiyoken's corpse fall to the ground, the corners of Yuehua's mouth curled, and then he looked at the group of samurai who were roaring for revenge, and rushed up one by one brandishing long knives, completely unafraid of Yuehua's ferocity in killing Matsuo Kiyoken.

"It's a lot of guts, but I'm not interested in getting entangled with you." Yuehua put the ice wheel pill back into the sheath, for a samurai who can use chakra, Yuehua doesn't mind playing with him with swordsmanship, but this group of ordinary samurai, he has no interest at all.

"The water escapes, the water waves." Yuehua's hands were sealed, and he opened his mouth to spit out a surging torrent, and the surging white waves swept all the thirteen warriors back, rolling on the ground one by one, struggling to get up.

"Water escape, water whip." Tsukika landed in the middle of the warriors in an instant, and then a long rope of water bound them.

Yuehua looked at the warriors who were tied together, all of them were very tough, and they were still scolding, Yuehua was not annoyed, and put a finger on the top of a warrior's head.

"Thunder and lightning."