Chapter 249: Rage

Immediately there was a violent thud in the courtyard, and the old maple tree was shaking violently, and the red, yellow, or half-red and half-yellow maple leaves kept shaking and falling.

In the gaps between the branches and leaves, two figures were faintly seen fighting, and a flying cold light was like a snowflake knife, and the branches were cut off and scattered, and they were thrown to the ground.

Soon the middle of the canopy was shaved clean by a katana, and the whole tree was indescribably strange, and two figures circled and flew between them, chasing each other and attacking each other.

Smith was forced to hide behind a tree by the katana, and the ninja hiding in the tree stepped on the branch and jumped with a knife, and the incomparable cold light cut the trunk in two like a knife cutting tofu.

Half of the tree slammed to the ground, and the sharp blade sliced through the clothes on Smith's chest, sending a trail of blood to the ground. Fortunately, Smith's reaction speed was not slow, otherwise this knife would have killed him.

Smith, who retreated quickly, fell from the tree to the ground, took a few steps back, looked at his chest with a hideous face, and reached out to touch it, and his hand was full of blood, which immediately provoked him to go berserk. With both hands, he ripped off his shirt, and his clothes were like papier-mâché, and he was torn off in an instant, revealing his strong muscles, and he bared his fangs and 'roared' at the ninja in the tree.

The ninja stood straight at the top of the cross-cut tree pole, holding a katana diagonally in one hand, his eyes red like a demon sculpture.

This ninja is none other than the forest-level ghost ninja in the five-member team sent by Masao Hattori.

He was originally the leader of the five-person mid-pressure formation, and when it was not necessary, it was not his turn to come out to consume it, but he didn't expect that there would be such a master by Miller's side, not only killed four wind-level ghost ninjas, but also discovered his hidden traces. Forcing him to use the forbidden technique to burn his life, the information given by Iga was obviously not detailed enough, underestimating the weight of his opponent.

He stared at Smith's face carefully, and then glanced at the bright sunlight around him, and his eyes showed a little suspicion.

Smith's unusual face at this time reminded him of the legendary Bloods of the Dark World, but what made him feel strange was that if it was a Blood, it was impossible to walk in broad daylight, and it was still a big lama under the sun.

As far as he knew, once the Bloods met the sun, their bodies immediately had a strange chemical reaction, and the sunlight would evaporate them into ashes and annihilate them, just like the ghosts in ghost stories, unable to see the sun.

This is also the reason why the blood clan can only walk in the dark, if it were not for this taboo, I am afraid that this powerful race would have dominated the world long ago, because the sun is their deadliest enemy.

Swish! The blade pointed at Smith, and the ninja exclaimed, "What kind of monster are you?" ”

Smith didn't say a word, and suddenly his footsteps flashed quickly, and he rushed towards the tree ().

The Ninja Blade slashes out a semi-circle of alert, ready for another fierce fight.

Who knew that Smith did not jump up, but directly crashed into the tree, and the tree trembled, uprooted and fell to the ground.

The ninja was secretly frightened, surprised by the strength of the other party, but it obviously didn't hurt him.

Lifting the knife and turning over in the air, as soon as he landed on the knife, he saw half a big tree flying, dragging a huge root of a large amount of soil and sweeping it over, like a big hammer, which was very scary.

The ninja was a little speechless, and found that the strength of this monster was not ordinary, and he quickly retreated on tiptoe, who knew that the large amount of sand, gravel and soil carried by the roots of the tree covered a large area like a rain of bullets. forced him not to raise his hand to block his eyes, these flying sand, gravel and soil could not hurt him, but his eyes could not stand it.

Smith swept across the tree with great force, forcing the ninja to fire three times and twice, grabbing the gap and rolling against the ground to slash out.

With a loud roar, the ninja slashed down the roots of the big lump of trees that stood in the way with all his might, and finally solved the scourge of the mud and sand.

However, Smith hugged the trunk of the tree and swept it directly to the ground, and the speed of the ninja rolling on the ground was naturally not as fast as the speed of running, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the big tree pole stirring up the dirt on the ground.

Quickly jumped up with one palm on the ground, who knew that the big tree pole also followed, the ninja desperately twisted around and swung a knife to cut it, but did not cut it right in a panic, only cut off part of the big tree pole with an oblique knife, and the rest of the big tree pole hit him squarely.

The fight spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew far away, and the sound of broken bones could be heard, and it rolled all the way to the ground.

After lying on the ground and choking out a few mouthfuls of blood, he desperately got up with a knife, covered his scratched belly, pressed the intestines that flowed out, and limped desperately to escape ().

However, with such a serious injury, how fast can you run?

Smith chased after him like crazy, hugged the big tree, and swept away with a stick, and the ninja's two legs were discounted, and with a click, the whole person was swept up, and the volley turned several times before it snapped to the ground.

Even so, the ninja was not dead, and he struggled to climb on the ground with his hands, and stretched his hands desperately forward to grab his katana.

The pole was tossed aside, and Smith, bleeding from his chest, strode forward, leaned over and grabbed the crippled ninja, grabbed his head with the other hand, and bared his fangs to bite him on the neck.

"Smith!" Shen Mai's voice rang out categorically.

Smithton, whose two fangs had just touched the ninja's neck, froze and slowly looked up.

Miller rolled his wheelchair, stopped a few meters away, shook his head slightly, and said, "Smith!" You can't do that, don't let anger make you lose your mind. ”

Smith gasped, and the two fangs slowly left the ninja's neck. He also knew in his heart that although he could quickly recover his body after this mouthful, he would have to hide in the dark for at least another month.

With a sudden clatter of his hands, the ninja's neck immediately spun three hundred and sixty degrees, completely dying.

Smith let go of his hands, and the ninja's body fell to the ground.

He stood in the garden and looked around, looked at the mess after the fight in the garden, pulled his ears again with both hands, put his palms on the back of his ears, made a gesture of pig ears, and listened with his eyes closed.

The chirping of birds in the maple forest, the flying of beetles, the sound of hares feeding, the sound of ground rats' heartbeats, etc., are all clear to your ears.

After confirming that there should be no hidden people nearby, the earthworm-like black lines on his face gradually disappeared, and the two fangs gradually retracted ().

After lowering his hands and opening his eyes, his eyes were blue again, and the eyes looking at Miller were also calm.

The Red Maple Manor also returned to calm, and only the mess in the garden proved that there had been a fierce battle here.

"Sir, these ninjas don't look like ninjas in the ordinary sense of the word." Smith said as he slowly pushed his wheelchair into the room.

"It seems necessary for you to remind your old friend." Miller, who was in a wheelchair, said lightly.

When the two returned to the hall, the long knife wound on Smith's chest had stopped bleeding and had formed a bloody scab, which was obviously not healing as fast as usual.

After pushing the wheelchair into a clean corner, he walked to the landline phone shirtless, grabbed the phone and dialed the number. I threw my phone away with my clothes, and after a fight, I don't know if I can use it again.

After a while, Lin Zixian's voice came from the phone, "Old ghost, it's definitely not good to take the initiative to call me, let's say, what's the matter?" If it's small talk, I don't have time. ”

The old ghost is Lin Zixian's name for friends who have a better relationship and are older, and the old ghost, the old guy, the old guy and the like take turns to call each other. This kind of suspicious situation is called an old ghost, in the case of mutual cooperation, he is called an old guy, and when he is disdainful, he is called an old guy, which has become his habit.

"Something just happened here." Smith, who had turned back into a handsome guy, said lightly.

"Huh? Smith? Lin Zixian was stunned for a moment, and then said in a deep tone: "What's the matter?" ”

He knew that if it was an ordinary trivial matter, Smith would definitely not have any interest in being verbose with him, and it would definitely not be an ordinary thing to call.

"There were five ninjas who came to assassinate Mr. just now." Smith replied.

"Just five ninjas?" Lin Zi was stunned, he thought it was a big deal, and his feelings were just a small matter.

Many of his friends were met without knowing each other, so knowing Smith's ability, several ninjas should not be able to help Smith, just by virtue of the other party can still calmly call him, he knows that the matter has passed, and it should be nothing serious.

Then he took a cigarette in his mouth and smiled: "That's it? ”

"It's not an ordinary ninja, and when you increase your status, your eyes will turn red." Smithton paused, afraid that he would not attract his attention, and added, "I've got a little injury." ”

Lin Zixian finally couldn't laugh, five ninjas could injure Smith, it can be seen that he is really not an ordinary ninja, and said silently: "I know." ”

Smith on the other end of the line also hung up.

The knife who was driving in sunglasses had been listening with his ears pricked up, and as soon as Lin Zixian hung up the phone, he couldn't help but ask, "Which Smith?" ”

There are too many foreigners with the same name.

"You don't know." Lin Zixian replied casually, and glanced at the taxi that had been following in the rearview mirror outside the window, "Find a roadside shop to stop at." ”

Xiao Dao didn't know what he was muttering to himself, the car stopped outside a shop on the side of the road, and he was about to get out of the car together, but Lin Zixian threw out a sentence: "You wait for me in the car, I'll be back soon." ”

A taxi in the back also stopped, and a foreign girl came out, almost following Lin Zixian into the store. The knife staring in the rearview mirror stabbed the sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose, and chirped crookedly: "What the hell is the god doing mysteriously." ”

didn't wait too long, Lin Zixian came out of the store, and as soon as he got into the passenger seat, the knife found that the girl had also left the store and got into a taxi. He asked as he drove, "Is that foreign girl your old friend?" ”

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