Chapter 1238 The Killer

The cherry blossom trees on the mountain had long since passed the season of blood-filled branches, and the purple-brown bark seemed to have dried up and formed a scab, and the three island monks wearing pointed hats began to move in broken steps, and the hard clogs under their feet did not hinder their movement in the slightest, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground made a soft sound of thin ropes.

Rustling - the three monks did not stop at their feet, and there was no moment of tranquility in their hearts like their footwork, the Chinese man in front of him was the 'want your life' Mr. who had recently stirred up the bloody storm in the ninja martial arts world, there were too many rumors about him, and he carried the village Zheng divine knife on his waist, and he would see blood everywhere he passed, and all the people he killed were first-class masters in the ninja martial arts world, but no one knew that he would actually be a Chinese person.

The ninja martial arts world is a group divided by the island country after World War II for people who are good at ninjutsu, karate, kendo, and jiu-jitsu, just like the business world, political circles, academia, martial arts worlds or something, but this group is unique to the island country, and there is a strict organizational division in this group of people, there are strong people in the ninja martial arts world who are indifferent to fame and fortune and only seek the pinnacle of martial arts, and there are also community organizations that work for the government, and are responsible for protecting political officials to capture and kill agents and intelligence personnel of other countries.

Recently, there is a samurai who calls himself 'want your life' Mr. has killed sixteen strong people in the ninja martial arts world one after another, and the Muramasa Divine Knife has splattered blood five steps everywhere, and it is rumored that the people who died under his knife are all community □□ who work for the government, but this Mr. Who wants your life never kills women and children, and the ninja martial arts world is shocked and regards this young samurai as an island countryman, wearing a Mao suit, wearing a student hat, carrying a Muramasa divine knife around his waist, and a proficient native dialect, only those who die under his knife know the truth.

The three monks are the ninja martial arts world Kaga Liushang Shinobi, in fact, the real ninja most of the time is not a black scarf covered with the image of a strong outfit, their most basic skill is a hidden word, in order to complete the task to adapt to any kind of identity, never conspicuous beggars, monks, peddlers and pawns, and dignitaries, in short, a ninja who is good at hiding can live longer, and it is easier to complete the task.

Tang Guobin lowered his head, his palm always clasped on the hilt, the tip of his index finger flicked lightly on the hilt, he listened to the footsteps of the three monks, and he could discern subtle changes from them.

None of the three monks took the knife first, and while they shifted their shapes, they raised the long knife in their hands to the center of their eyebrows, and the handle of the half-foot knife was just blocking the throat, and the fallen leaves of the cherry blossom trees under their feet were picked up by their rapid moving steps, flying to the ankle position, but they never made the knife.

Shangnin almost represents the pinnacle of the ninjas, the three of them all belong to the Jiahe lineage, and the combined attack technique prides itself on being seamless, and the Huaxia martial soul has previously sent two Xuanjing martial artists to carry out the thunder demon plan, which is folded under the hands of these three people, they were originally practicing in a small temple in Shiga Prefecture, but today they received a challenge letter from Mr. Asking for Your Life.

The three monks circled around Tang Guobin hundreds of times, and the soil on the ground was shoveled off by the bottom of the clogs, but these three guys just didn't make a move, Tang Guobin stood still as if an old monk was in a steady, he just learned a whirlwind slash in the first part of the knife flow, and was ready to feed these three guys, but this style of knife has a flaw, the opponent has to be in a static state, these guys seem to know that they are going to be cut in a circle, and it is really difficult to start.

Laugh at! A monk stopped in vain, and the long knife in his hand swept out, like a poisonous snake with its head raised and mouth open, and its poisonous fangs flashed towards Tang Dashao's ribs.

Choke!

A cold light burst out like a match, drawing a dazzling crescent-shaped arc of light in the air, the knife light flashed instantly, Tang Guobin still maintained a posture of bowing his head and not moving, holding the handle of the knife as if it were a statue.

Click!

The long knife in the monk's hand was cut off, and a pair of wide-open pine bubble eyes were full of consternation, and then turned into a godless gray, and a faint red line burst out at his Adam's apple, and his head was on the ground.

"Ahh The other two monks froze on their feet, and reflexively chose to slip away in their minds, but they made a serious mistake, they should not have stopped for a second, the driver did not grab a second to be safe, and the one with a knife was killed after a second of pause.

Choke! The knife is like a demon, the body is up, and the fate hangs in the blink of an eye, the half-moon knife light that chases the soul is gone, and the two monks who have just turned their backs and rise up fell forward with a pop, Tang Guobin's mouth raised an evil arc, and he jumped on the spot and said to himself: "The sample of the donkey day, let my brother wait until his feet are numb, and if he finds the novella, he will not practice this ink knife!" ”

Tang Guobin is a stubborn young man, he recognized that the eight cows couldn't look back, and began to decide that he was going to use the newly learned whirlwind slash to deal with these bald heads, and he waited for them to stop, if the remaining two bald heads didn't stop and slipped away directly for a second, he would definitely not chase them, but unfortunately God was going to accept those two evil obstacles, so it was no wonder that the blade was stained with blood.

Mr. Wanton glanced at the three corpses lying in a pool of blood, took out a small glass bottle from his bosom and stepped forward, opened the cap and poured some green liquid with a pungent smell on the bloody wounds of the three people, and sneered - a scorched and unpleasant white smoke rose up, and the three corpses actually began to melt, and in a moment they turned into three yellowed bones, and he stomped on the ground on his toes and picked up a large piece of dirt and covered the bones.

Destroying corpses and destroying traces is a compulsory course for murderers, and the enhanced version of the corpse water used by Tang Guobin is exclusively provided by Huaxia Martial Soul, of course, it is not a patented product, there have been ancient warriors who have used similar things a long time ago, and there is no way to verify who invented it, anyway, it is a master who kills people and does not want to leave their heads and tails.

"Burying dry bones under the cherry blossom tree can be regarded as a good destination, little bald devil, don't harm our Chinese masters in the next life, Amen, your grandmother ......" Tang Guobin muttered a few words to himself in the buried bones, quite a bit of self-amusement, and then took out a mobile phone from his pocket and pressed a number, while reporting the situation in a low voice, he walked out of the cherry blossom forest with his eyes in all directions, and no one would think of him as a ruthless man who had just taken three lives.

To tell the truth, Tang Dashao is not a murderer who treats human life as a mustard, but he really doesn't have the slightest sense of guilt in his heart for killing more than ten lives in a row these days, and unconsciously his central wisdom has changed, and the bloody wind and blood rain are the things that can temper people's nerves the most, this former gentleman has quietly turned into a top killer among ancient martial artists, maybe he will transform again after finding the remaining sword spectrum.