The energy in the void was raging, and the two figures in the field were divided and merged, but seeing that Iga Yusashi had a long knife in his hand, the Iga family's quick knife flow tricks were extremely powerful in his hands.

Although Zhao Zilong has that pair of gloves to wear, he can use a pair of fleshy palms to block Iga Yutake's katana, but although the gloves are tough and powerful, they are always soft materials, and every time he forcibly faces the impact of Iga Yutake's katana, although he has not been cut in the palm, the impact damage of the entire palm is still unavoidable, so Zhao Zilong is still at a disadvantage.

As Tang Shiyi joined the battle, he and the two of them cooperated with each other, and soon four or five masters of the Iga family fell beside the two, and many masters of the Iga family had already retreated and scattered.

Iga Yumu seems to be indifferent to the life and death of those clansmen of the Iga family, but in fact, it still has a certain influence, after all, this family represents a qiē, if the huge Iga family has no connections in the future, even if he becomes the world's number one powerhouse?

"Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes!"

Iga Yumu suddenly shouted, holding the knife in both hands, his expression was extremely solemn, and the next moment, he saw his feet on the clogs quickly staggered, and his body suddenly spun.

Zhao Zilong had an unprecedented fear in his heart.

In terms of the strength of the realm and the cultivation of the true qi in the body, he is not afraid of Iga Xiongwu, but he is just a child walking in the cultivation world, although the inner true qi is strong, but there is no subtle martial arts to support it, and he cannot bring the cultivation realm to the highest level.

For example, before, Zhao Zilong and Iga Yumu fought hundreds of moves, although he was not too seriously injured, and Iga Yumu had no way to take him, but he has always been at a disadvantage, even if he has shown his desperate skills many times, he can't cause too much damage to Iga Yutake.

There is only one reason, Iga Yumu is not only rich in internal strength, but also has strong and exquisite combat martial arts support.

Just like what he said now, the wind and thunder thirteen slashes!

The Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slash is the most exquisite sword technique of the Iga family. As the ancestor of the fast knife stream, the Iga family has extremely high achievements in swordsmanship, and has made great contributions to the development of Japanese martial arts, and this set of 'Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes' sword technique is the pinnacle representative of the Iga family.

Without the support of a strong internal force, you will never be able to cultivate this set of domineering and treacherous sword techniques, because you will not be able to perform exquisite step coordination, and you will not be able to comprehend the essence and soul of this set of sword techniques.

"Buzz ......"

In the void, as Iga's Yumu's Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashing Technique unfolded, he saw that his body completely turned into a black trace, and then, the black was gradually invaded by silver light and finally replaced.

Iga's entire body was completely enveloped in a silvery white sword light.

But that's not all.

Almost everyone in the field was permeated by the overwhelming madness of the void, which made everyone feel a chilling sense of fear.

Even the God Butcher and Tang Shiyi stopped attacking those people in the Iga family for a while, and cast their eyes in surprise, and when they saw the picture in the field, their faces changed greatly, and they even pounced on Iga Yuwu's side in both directions.

"Stop them!"

Iga Haochuan's eyes burst out with two scorching lights, seeing that this old ancestor of the family had finally moved his true ability, he was relieved in his heart, and seeing that God Tu and Tang Shiyi were about to go up to help Zhao Zilong, he immediately ordered to surround the two.

Iga's body was completely wrapped in silver-white sword light, but the movement of that sword light was no longer traceable, like a shrunken tornado began to float from the ground to the void, and the next moment it rushed towards Zhao Zilong with the power of destroying heaven and earth.

Zhao Zilong's eyes stared at the boss, and the essence of light shot out of his eyes, staring at the tornado-like thing. He knew that Yumu Iga's body was wrapped in it, and he wanted to see how the other party's sword would cut out.

"Boss, get out of the way!"

Tang Shiyi's heart is broken, he is a martial arts master, he can naturally feel that Iga Xiongwu's move has gone beyond the ordinary martial arts category, the power is too great, Zhao Zilong is standing in the middle of the field now without dodging, it is simply looking for death.

God Tu also stared at the middle of the field with a pair of wide eyes, and a heart rose to his throat.

The silvery-white light was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Zilong suddenly seemed to have suddenly entered a cold world full of swords.

In this world, heaven and earth are completely filled with a fierce and powerful sword qi, and the powerful sword qi that is enough to tear apart heaven and earth is everywhere, and it can grind the human body to pieces at any time.

A dazzling silver-white light rushed madly, like a spiraling tornado swallowing down from the sky, destroying the world.

In Zhao Zilong's eyes, the silver-white light was getting closer and closer, and finally, his wide-eyed eyes saw the most dazzling white light flash from thousands of silver lights, slashing towards his eyebrows.

Zhao Zilong's hand was grabbed at an unpredictable speed at the last moment.

"Poof!"

The terrifying experience was split in the palm of his hand, Zhao Zilong's complexion changed drastically, his entire arm trembled violently, and in the next moment, under the powerful impact, his body was split backwards in the air.

Blood slid down the silvery-white gloves and dripped down the arm......

The tornado-like silver-white spiral pillar was like spirituality, and it chased after Zhao Zilong again in the void without pause, and from the outside angle, it could be seen that this high-speed rotating tornado vortex was like a huge beast floating in the void, and its whereabouts appeared treacherously beside Zhao Zilong many times.

"Puff puff ......"

Eleven tragic sounds rang out, Zhao Zilong's body suffered eleven heavy injuries in a row, and his hands were already infected with blood, although the silver-white gloves were still there, but the hands under the gloves were already bleeding for a long time.

Not only that, Iga Xiongwu's set of 'Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes' sword technique is domineering, and where the sword qi passes, the windbreaker on Zhao Zilong's body is already in tatters, and there are more nine intricately intertwined new wounds on his body.

However, this is only eleven knives!

And two knives.

With this series of combat experience, Zhao Zilong knew that the last two knives were bound to be more fierce and domineering.

Not to mention two knives, even one knife is already unbearable, the bones of these hands are about to be completely shattered, where is the confidence to catch such a domineering two knives?

Is this the Thirteen Slashes of Wind and Thunder? It's too domineering and too fast, even if you deal with it in the strongest state, even if the naked eye finally catches the true traces of the sword light, you will still only be passively beaten!

After Iga Yumu unleashed the thirteen slashes of wind and thunder, it was as if he carried the power of heaven and earth, and no one could stop him. I saw that his body was wrapped in that layer of silver knife light, and he hit Zhao Zilong like lightning again.

In the end, if these two knives cannot be resisted, there is only a dead end.

Zhao Zilong stared at the piece of knife light, suddenly turned his heart horizontally, his feet dug deep into the soil, and a roar rose to the sky from his mouth, standing there like a god and Buddha.

Everyone in the audience watched this scene, and the eyes of those masters of the Iga family were scorching, and when they saw this scene, a smile appeared on everyone's faces.

If you want to resist the wind and thunder thirteen slashes, you are simply looking for death.

Since the appearance of the Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes in this world five hundred years ago, anyone in the Iga family who has successfully cultivated is a powerful existence that has swept through the entire Japanese martial arts, and I have never heard of anyone surviving the attack of the Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes.

God Tu and Tang Shiyi stood in the middle of the field, staring at that side with extremely solemn faces, full of worry and horror. Even if the two of them know that Zhao Zilong is very strong, it is obvious that Zhao Zilong can't compete with Iga Xiongwu's Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes, and it is already the limit to be able to support it now, and if you want to hold on to the next two moves, I am afraid that it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky!

However, Zhao Zilong was already standing there, unintentionally dodging, and resisting with all his heart!

Is he desperately helpless, or is he confident?

"Poof!"

Like a dazzling meteor streaked across the sky, Iga Yumu's body wrapped in the sky of sword light collided in front of Zhao Zilong again, and in the huge popping sound, people could hear the friction sound of the blade entering the flesh and bones.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from Zhao Zilong's left shoulder.

Silence returned between heaven and earth, and there was no longer the humming wind and thunder that had been terrifying.

Yumu Iga's body, which had disappeared for a long time, finally reappeared in people's sight. I saw that he was holding a knife in both hands, and the katana in his hand slashed into Zhao Zilong's body, and the blade was held by Zhao Zilong with both hands together, but he still couldn't resist the knife qi, and the knife was pressed down violently, splitting his shoulder.

Iga's face was flushed with a rosy glow, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

"Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes, let's stop here!"

Zhao Zilong's face turned pale, and he let out an angry roar from his mouth, grabbed the hilt of Iga Yutake's knife with both hands, and slammed his whole head into Iga Yutake's forehead as he spoke.

Zhao Zilong has no weapons, but his whole body, including his hair, is his killing weapon. As for the head, hehe, he couldn't remember how many people had been killed by his head and knocked unconscious.

Iga's chest was still heaving, and his slightly heavy gasps could be heard in his snort. Obviously, the Wind and Thunder Thirteen Slashes are extremely powerful, but the use of this sword technique also makes him lose a lot.

What's more, there is still a thirteenth knife that failed to be chopped. Today, he should be able to cast the thirteenth sword, and he may be able to truly cultivate this set of unpredictable knife techniques to a perfect state, but it is a pity that Zhao Zilong grabbed his knife in this desperate way and terminated the operation of his set of knife techniques.

Iga Yuwu felt a deep sense of unwillingness and loss in his heart, seeing Zhao Zilong's head crashing into him, two shocked looks shot out of his deep eyes, and he hurriedly leaned back, and at the same time, his feet kicked out suddenly, and his hands rotated the handle of the knife even harder.

"Bang!"

The head slammed into the old man's face.

"Bang bang!"

Iga Yutake's legs also kicked Zhao Zilong's chest at the right time.

In the next moment, the two finally separated again. Zhao Zilong flew out upside down covered in blood and fell to the ground, raising a lot of dust.

Iga Yuwu landed on both feet, but he stumbled, almost did not stand firmly, and finally used the katana in his hand to support the ground to stabilize his body, and when he raised his head, his head was full of blood, and he was actually knocked out of his head by Zhao Zilong's melon seeds, and his vision became blurred, and his head was even more buzzing.

"Let's go!"

Iga Xiongwu endured the huge concussion pain in his head, and felt that the true qi in his body was too depleted, but God Tu and Tang Shiyi had already rushed towards him, and immediately gave a decisive order, moving quickly under his feet, and took the lead in rushing down the mountain to the side.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

On the ground, Zhao Zilong fell asleep with his back to the sky, blood gushing in his eyes, and he roared wildly.