"Who are you?" The old ninja man glared at Mo Zhitao and shouted.

"The one who killed you." Mo Zhitao didn't say much to the old ninja man, it is estimated that there will be a lot of reinforcements coming, and they will run away after the fight.

Before the words fell, Mo Zhitao rushed towards the old ninja, and with a swing of his hand, two dragon shadows rushed out. For a ninja, Mo Zhitao didn't want to use all his strength.

"Smack!"

Mo Zhitao was beaten by the old ninja man and flew more than a dozen steps away, "You are a late ninth level master?" Mo Zhitao looked at the old ninja man excitedly.

After fighting for so long today, I finally met a powerful character. According to the rules of the Japanese sect world, the higher the martial arts, the more good things you have.

"Hahaha, you know how good I am now, right?" The old ninja shouted happily. Judging from the situation just now, it seems that the opponent is only the strength of the middle level of the ninth level.

"Yes, I know you're amazing, I've made a lot of money." Mo Zhitao excitedly rushed towards the old ninja man, and this time he used all his strength to attack.

"Ah, you, you're also a late-level strength of the ninth level?" The old ninja man gasped as he dodged Mo Zhitao's attack.

Mo Zhitao's second attack was very fierce, twice as strong as just now, which startled him a lot.

"Hehehe, you're so powerful, you've found out like this, I'm going to kill you." Mo Zhitao proudly continued to attack the old ninja man, hitting the left and the right for a while, beating the old ninja man to the left and right.

However, although Mo Zhitao's strength is in the late ninth level, he has just been promoted, and there is still a bit of a gap between him and this ninja old man. He just relied on the courage of the moment to disrupt the old ninja.

When the old ninja man reacted, he fought back, and he had the upper hand again.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're going to be finished." The old ninja smirked. It won't be long before a large number of their reinforcements will arrive, and these men in black will be killed by then.

"Really?" Mo Zhitao sneered. Just now, he was just practicing with the old ninja man, and now that he has practiced a few moves, he is about to start to move seriously.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhitao shouted: "Little blood group, come out and help." ”

"Poof!" The small ball of blood flew out, and then flew towards the old ninja.