Blood rained down.

Severed limbs fly.

The elegant and beautiful bamboo forest has completely turned into a slaughterhouse, with blood and life around.

The thirty members of the dragon scale clan are outright butchers, a group of ferocious beasts, almost everyone crawled out of the pile of dead people, their hands are covered with blood, and the ferocious and bloody aura is like a red torrent, drowning the Togi stream.

On the other hand, the disciples of the Tomu Stream live in seclusion all day long, although the disciples often fight against each other on weekdays, but it is not a fight, and there is very little experience in fighting, they have never seen such a scene, bloody and gloomy, as if falling into hell, but their whole body is cold.

Even though Togi Ryu has an absolute numerical advantage, it is a group of small sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and the dragon scale clan is a pack of wolves, although there are not many, but they can do whatever they want and enjoy the food.

Die!

It is the main theme of the Togi-ryu parcel.

Screams!

is the most notes in this main melody.

The disciples of Togi are like humble and weak ants, trampled to death one by one by the dragon scale clan, although it is a little cruel, but it is the law of survival in this world.

Run away!

The surviving disciples of Togi Ryu collapsed, and the horror and despair rushed straight to their souls, and they no longer resisted, but dropped their weapons, and fled in fright.

At this moment, running away was their only thought.

This place is eighteen layers of hell, it is a slaughterhouse, they don't want to stay here for a second, they have forgotten all about the glory and dignity of ninjas, they just want to get out of here.

However......

For these people. Escaping is an unattainable luxury!

Resist to the end, they can die in battle with dignity, but. Throw away their weapons and their dignity as warriors, and they will only die faster and more humblely.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

The air screamed piercingly, and two streams of light flew out from Li Xiaodao's hands, like two silver lightning bolts, suddenly shooting towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two disciples cried and shouted. Finally ran out of the gate, they thought they could escape, but. Before they could rejoice, two daggers pierced their heads in an instant.

"Die!"

The two middle ninjas roared angrily, they were Li Xiaodao's opponents, and they had been resisting desperately. There was not the slightest thought of running away. However, Li Xiaodao didn't take the two of them seriously at all, and the flying knives flew and killed the people who fled one by one.

Just as Li Xiaodao shot the two people who ran to the door, the two ninjas rushed in, and the two of them went up and down, and the long knife was cold, and pounced on Li Xiaodao's head and heart.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Li Xiaodao turned around suddenly. Holding a throwing knife in each hand, it collided violently with the long knife that had been slashed. The crunch is piercing, and the firelight is splattering.

The next moment, Li Xiaodao's wrists shook rapidly, and the dagger in his hand swung out two dazzling lights, enveloping the tips of the two middle ninjas, and immediately, the two long knives also rotated rapidly with Li Xiaodao's rotation.

"Ahh

The two ninjas screamed, they tried their best, but they still couldn't hold the hilt, the handle trembled and rotated, instantly blurring the flesh and blood of their palms, almost in the blink of an eye, the two ninjas couldn't help but let go, and the long knives flew out.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Li Xiaodao stepped on the ground with both feet, and the whole person suddenly rose into the sky, the person was in mid-air, his body twisted, and his legs blasted out wildly, slamming on the handles of the two long knives.

"Whew!"

The two long knives tore through the air, like two silver cold lights, with a piercing murderous aura, instantly piercing the chests of the two shinobi, and the long knives took them and flew far away before falling to the ground.

At the same time, Li Xiaodao's body twisted again, spun violently, and his legs roared, with the shadow of his legs in the sky, enveloping the two middle ninjas!

"Bang bang bang!"

Bombarded with the two middle ninjas, Li Xiaodao occupied an overwhelming advantage, his feet were like cannonballs, terrifying, and every step down, it was like a hammer smashing, crushing the two middle ninjas.

Without the long knife, the two middle ninjas seemed to have become toothless tigers, and their strength was sharply reduced.

"Boom!"

Li Xiaodao's legs suddenly came together, and the whole person was like a tornado, his body was deflected, and he shot out diagonally, and the lightning bombarded the chest of a middle ninja, who immediately vomited blood, shattered his sternum, and was blasted into the distance.

"Smack!"

At the same time, Li Xiaodao's body stretched out, and suddenly appeared next to another middle ninja, and slapped him in the face, the slap was like a mountain, terrifying, and full of power, directly slamming half of the face of this middle ninja down.

One man's chest was tattered.

Half of a person's face collapsed.

In just an instant, Li Xiaodao wanted most of their lives.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Li Xiaodao burst into flames, leaping in the air, shaking his hands, and finally the two throwing knives flew out like lightning, shooting directly at one of the middle ninjas, and with the sound of a pop, the two daggers directly sank into his eyeballs, piercing his head.

"Smack!"

After shooting two flying knives, Li Xiaodao flew out, like a falcon spreading its wings, and flew into the sky above another middle ninja in the blink of an eye, and the soles of his feet were like a huge mountain, and they smashed down.

"Click!"

The soles of Li Xiaodao's feet directly hit the neck of this Zhongnin, and Zhongnin's neck was immediately trampled off, the neck bone was shattered, and the entire head was almost trampled off.

So far......

In the Togi-ryu Sect, except for Shimizu Yuren, more than ninety disciples were all exterminated, and none of them escaped this catastrophe.

In the courtyard, only Zhang Tiezhu and Shimizu Yuren were fighting!

"Old dog, die!"

Zhang Tiezhu roared angrily, he wanted to kill Qing Shui Yuren with a few punches, but he didn't expect that he would become the last person, and there were also two scars on his body, which made him angry.

Qing Shui Yuren's sharp long knife gave Zhang Tiezhu a certain threat, and if he touched it slightly, he would be injured.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The bluestone floor burst under Zhang Tiezhu's trampling. Zhang Tiezhu was like a huge mountain, crushed out, suddenly. Rushing towards Shimizu Yuren's side.

Qing Shui Youren held the knife in both hands, waved it weirdly, the knife qi was raging, and the shadow of the knife spread out, making people dazzled, and they didn't know where the real knife was.

"Whew!"

A piercing killing machine struck suddenly, and a cold light seemed to pass through space. Suddenly appeared on the top of Zhang Tiezhu's head, Zhang Tiezhu's eyes suddenly condensed, and his scalp exploded. At the last moment, take a step to the side.

Even so, Zhang Tiezhu's ears were still cut off a layer of skin, and the long knife grazed his ears. Slashed at his shoulder.

"Smack!"

Zhang Tiezhu roared. The mountain palm poked out like lightning, and the five fingers were tight, like steel claws, and the power gathered between the fingers, instantly clasping Qing Shui's wrist, and the five fingers pierced directly into his flesh and against the bones.

In an instant, it was difficult for Qing Shui Youren's long knife to enter.

Now. The long knife had already cut through Zhang Tiezhu's clothes, a sharp blade. Directly left a small blood mark on his shoulder.

"Bang!"

Zhang Tiezhu clasped Qing Shui's wrist with one hand, and formed a fist with the other, deflagrating and bombarding, smashing on Shimizu Youren's head like a hammer, and suddenly, blood splattered and his skull cracked.

Qing Mizu's wrist was controlled, and he couldn't dodge it at all, and at this time, he had reached his limit and didn't have the strength to dodge at all.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Zhang Tiezhu's face was hideous, and one punch after another bombarded the head of Qing Shui Youren, and four punches were blasted out in a row, and Qing Shui Youren's head was completely shattered, turning into fragments, broken bones, broken meat, brains, and blood, splashed all over the ground.

At this point, the massacre finally ended.

Before and after, in just ten minutes, the entire sect of Togiliu was slaughtered, blood was like a river, and corpses were everywhere, like a bloody Shura field.

Li Xiaodao withdrew his flying knife and didn't stay too long, heading at full speed towards the next sect Nine Bird Stream.

……

In the dense forest more than ten kilometers away from Togi Stream, a battle is being staged, this is the territory of the Flying Shirt Stream, and the person who asks for his life is the dragon claw clan of the three major teams.

There are nearly three hundred people in total, which is two levels stronger than Togi Liu, but like Togi Liu, their fighting experience is almost zero, and they have never seen such a bloody scene.

The situation is completely one-sided.

"Brothers, kill, see who kills more, enjoy this bloody feast."

Wang Dali was like a madman, roaring madly, like a tiger descending from a mountain into the flock, forgetful and greedy. The greedy culling, the bloody appearance, like a tyrannical beast, made the scalps of the disciples who flew in the clothes tingle.

"Whew!"

Just as Wang Dali was rampant, a dart shot quickly, and under the light of the morning light, the dart emitted a dazzling light, like a lightning bolt, and shot directly into Wang Dali's throat.

"Ding!"

Wang Dali sneered, did not retreat but advanced, and rushed out of the darts, a punch burst out, and the flying darts, suddenly collided, flesh fist and metal darts collided, and the sonorous sound of metal clashing.

At the same time, there were sparks flying out.

Under the ferocious collision, the dart was bounced out, Wang Dali rushed forward like lightning, held the dart in his hand, spun his body, and threw it out, and the dart shot back with a more ferocious momentum.

"Poof!"

The disciple who fired the dart didn't have time to dodge at all, the dart flew through his throat, his neck was directly torn, blood sprayed wildly, and soon, he fell to the ground and died.

Just as Wang Dali threw out the dart, a middle ninja instantly appeared behind him, holding the knife in both hands, as if opening the heavens and the earth, slashing down, as sharp as thunder, and slashing at the back of Wang Dali's head.

"Ding!"

Wang Dali turned around instantly, his eyes were mocking and disdainful, and when the long knife was about to slash him, his palm poked out, as if it was slow and fast, and it was blocked in front of the long knife like lightning, and when the palm collided with the long knife, there was a sound similar to metal collision again, and there was a splash of fire.

Looking closely, Wang Dali's fist was actually wearing a metal fist glove, and the fist glove had sharp hook spurs, like a hedgehog.

"Click!"

Wang Dali's wrist moved, and in the horrified gaze of the Zhongren, he directly broke the long knife, and the next moment, Wang Dali held the broken knife in his hand and slashed it across his neck, and suddenly, Zhongren's neck was broken, and he died tragically in an instant. (To be continued......)