The murderous aura made Tang Yi instinctively push away Yang Han, who was sitting on the side.

Immediately after a bow, he quickly dodged.

"Bang!"

In the flash of light, on the trunk of the big tree that Tang Yi was originally relying on, two palm-sized shurikens were on it.

The voice was deep, and the shuriken that was not half an inch in time was extremely sharp.

"Japanese ninja!"

Avoiding the other party's sneak attack, Tang Yi and Yang Han had already hidden behind the tree.

Looking at the hidden weapon on the trunk, the other party turned out to be a Japanese ninja.

Judging from the degree of submergence, the opponent's wrist strength is not weak, at least it is a middle ninja.

The ninja is also very old, and most of the cannon fodder belongs to the lower ninja.

And the captain level among them, known as the middle ninja, has uneven strength, some high and some low.

But the two shurikens in front of him are definitely a strong guy, and they are also the backbone.

Like Chinese martial arts, with the advent of the era of hot weapons, the ninja discipline has also withered a lot.

But a variety of assassination methods have also become pawns in the shadows, and they have been tried and tested repeatedly.

It was not the first time Tang Yi had met a ninja, but this time he was in some trouble.

His physical fitness was greatly reduced, his five senses were also reduced a lot, and with Yang Han by his side, he didn't dare to venture forward.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

Just as they had just dodged the two shuriken, three more were shot from the side.

Although it is secretive and the angle is tricky, the murderous aura still reveals his intentions.

As soon as Tang Yi turned over, he grabbed Yang Han, who was also lying on the ground, and rolled on the spot, and the three shuriken flew into the air again and fell to the ground.

"Bell!"

With a flash of sparks, another shuriken shot out, already grasping the other party's habits, Tang Yi waved his hand, and the heavy machete in his hand hit the shuriken directly.

"There are no guts and rats, they will only hide in Tibet, and they are not ready to show up to meet your ancestors!"

Holding Yang Han in one hand, protecting her behind her body, holding a machete in the other, his eyes fell on the shade of the tree.

At this time, the sun is new, and the jungle is dense, so there are still many dark places.

This shuriken shot out of the shadows, and the guy who sneaked up on it was hiding inside.

It's a 92-type police gun again, and a ninja again, Tang Yi feels more and more that this matter is getting more and more complicated.

"God has been kind to me, let me meet you here, do you know, I have been thinking about this day every day for this time, and today I can finally make my dream come true!"

In the shade of the trees, there was a sneer, followed by a figure walking out.

He had a long katana hanging from his waist, and a cold look between his eyebrows.

"I didn't expect it to be you!"

Tang Yi looked at the other side and walked out, it was Miyahira Yoshira who was defeated in his hands.

Frowning, he should have guessed that it was this guy a long time ago.

"Of course it's me, I originally thought that this would be a very boring mission, I didn't expect to meet you here, before you destroyed my jade pendant, I still wanted to wait for me to complete the task and settle accounts with you, but I didn't want you to send it to the door yourself!"

Miyahira Yoshira, whose face is a little distorted, is known as a rare genius in a century, and he has received a lot of honors since he was a child.

As a proud man, he has hardly suffered any setbacks, but he could not have imagined that he has planted such a big heel in China.

This hatred and hatred, he will remember it forever, if he doesn't kill Tang Yi, he will definitely not give up.

"You killed the previous ranger?"

Looking at the other party's momentum, if it was before, he would not be worthy of lifting his shoes.

But now, Tang Yi must take it seriously, especially in the fight of life and death, Tang Yi will not have any carelessness, because he knows that once he has the heart of the enemy, then the end is not far away.

Holding the long blade in his hand tightly, Tang Yi squinted his eyes, life and death were in this battle.

"That's right, that kind of lowly life shouldn't live in this world, including you ants, you don't deserve to dominate this land at all, and the Great Japanese Empire will make a comeback sooner or later!"

When Miyahira Yoshira talks about killing, he doesn't care at all, and he understates it as if it were a trivial matter.

"Very good, very good, since you admit it, then there is no need to be judged, the murderer dies, the eternal truth, you can't go today, and as a soldier, after you die, bring a message to those war criminals below, their descendants and descendants who insult my Chinese will be killed!"

Tang Yi's tone of voice was not high-pitched, but Yang Han could hear the firmness in it.

Word by word, every word is magnificent, and the gaze shot out of those eyes is endlessly murderous.

"Hahahaha, the guy who speaks wildly, last time I was plotted by you, this time you won't have another chance, this knife has never drunk human blood, this time you have the honor to become my sacrifice knife's tribute!"

The katana at the waist of Miyadaira Yoshira is a set, and the longest of them is a masterpiece.

Over the years, as a generation of masters, Miyadaira Yoshira rarely has the opportunity to use a knife, and most of the time, a short knife is enough to meet the enemy.

The previous rangers and the NSA all died on his medium knife, and this long knife was his real skill.

As he spoke, Miyadaira Yoshira slowly took the long blade in his hand, this sword is called the famous blade, and it is carefully crafted by the top swordsmith in Japan.

As the famous blade slowly pulled out of the scabbard, facing the sun, the cold light skyrocketed.

"It's really a good knife, but the master doesn't deserve it!"

Tang Yi has seen many famous weapons, but this knife is by no means easy to see.

As the scabbard landed, Miyahei Jiliang was ready to kill, and Tang Yi was naturally not lazy here.

"You go along the mountain, don't stop, keep walking, the farther the better, I'll chase you in a while!"

Untying the backpack on his back, Tang Yi dropped all the weight and clenched the thick blade in his hand.

This knife was given to him by his godfather, and although it is not a famous weapon, it is extremely thick.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and said to Yang Han behind him.

"Then be careful, I'll wait for you in front!"

Yang Han is not hypocritical, because she knows that staying here will only cause trouble for Tang Yi.

Slowly retreating, her eyes looked at Tang Yi's back.

She still has a lot of things to say, but she can't say it now, and she believes that Tang Yi will definitely keep her promise.

"Run as far as you can, because after a while I will go to you after killing your man, and they will say that Chinese women taste good, and I will enjoy the gift you left me, and then send her to you!"

Miyahira Yoshira on the opposite side smiled unscrupulously, stretched out his tongue and licked the blade, and looked greedily at Yang Han's flowery and moon-like face.

However, Tang Yi was in front of him, and he didn't say much, the battle of swords is impermanent.

"Kill!"

Gongping Jiliang roared angrily, and the long blade in his hand slashed out a cold light, and swooped straight at Tang Yi, and in the murderous aura, the two of them fought together.

(End of chapter)