Shi Wuwei slammed his short body, and the iron flame was close to his scalp, whistling past.

Although he was lucky to avoid this trick, the wooden house behind him was a seedling.

The flaming scythe at the head of the chain had already been plunged deep into one of the pillars of the wooden house behind him.

And under the ninja's unhesitating drag, this pillar was broken.

The single tree is already difficult to support, and the single wood is broken at this moment, which makes the wooden house, which is already crumbling, collapse with a bang.

Suddenly, the sound of broken wood and broken tiles was endless.

The people on both sides who were originally fighting on the roof also retreated separately to find a new place to fight.

Shi Wuwei didn't pay attention to the collapsed house, but stared at the ninja in front of him.

He had already realized that although the other party's cultivation was only worthy of stepping into the second grade, this killing technique was far beyond everyone.

And the magic seal that the other party had just pinched on his chest reminded him of the Dao Sect's technique.

He remembered that Su Wushi had also used a similar wood-burning technique.

But it's still too far from the ninja's ability to add flames to any weapon.

He secretly said in his heart, "According to legend, when Xu Fu crossed to the east, he passed the magic to Dongying, but I didn't expect that after a thousand years, although the magic declined in the Central Plains, it was carried forward in Dongying!" ”。

He remembered that thousands of years ago, most of the cultivators were mainly cultivating techniques.

It's just that after thousands of years of development, the magic has declined, and the internal strength is the only one.

Seeing that there was a momentary hesitation in the eyes of the opponent, the ninja immediately swung the iron flame in his hand around and swept forward.

Shi Wuwei's face sank.

His Momei Sword had been lent to Master Kongzhi. With a sword in hand, he could have several ways to deal with the attacking soldiers.

But now that the sword is out of his hand, he can only fight it with both hands.

The tiptoes lifted outwards a little, and a scattered wooden board beside him was grasped in his hand.

He rounded the plank and smashed it in front of him.

A "boom" sounded.

How can this plank be worthy of the flaming sickle?

So, at the moment of the hand-to-hand, the planks turned into scattered sawdust and scattered in the night sky.

It's just that although the plank has been broken, Shi Wuwei took advantage of the moment when the opponent was weak and swooped forward.

When the ninja saw this, he immediately fought while retreating.

I saw that when he retreated, his body kept flipping.

And as his body flipped over, the iron cable flame in his hand struck him in front of him again and again.

Shi Wuwei sometimes bent down, dodging the iron scythe that struck him in front of him. Sometimes he swooped his body and dodged a blow from his feet.

He was already very angry in his heart, and the ninja fought and retreated, with no intention of fighting head-on.

He turned his heart sideways, and the momentum in his eyes was extremely clear.

When he saw the flaming scythe striking again, he no longer dodged, but reached out and grabbed it.

After several battles, he had seen through the flaming scythe's moves.

So, with this grasp, he directly grabbed the iron chain three inches in front of the sickle.

Although the flames were still burning, he poured the domineering true qi in his body into this iron chain without reservation.

In an instant, the inky black true qi was like cold water, directly erasing the flames on the iron chain.

The ninja's eyes froze, and he shouted 'not good' in his heart.

He let go of his hand suddenly, because he found that the true qi in this person's body turned out to be extremely domineering.

This true qi had just poured into his palm, and it was already painful for him.

When the chains were taken off, he stopped fighting, and turned as if he were leaving.

However, how could Shi Wuwei let the retreating party escape.

I saw that he had already jumped high, and the black true qi gushing out of his palm had already condensed a black palm print.

He sent it directly into the air.

The palm print in the moonlight was already a "bang", and it was imprinted on the back of the ninja.

The ninja's body was short, and the black cloth in front of his mouth was already stained dark red by the blood in his mouth.

With his hands on the ground, he still wanted to keep running.

But at this moment, he only felt a tight throat, and a strong feeling of suffocation had already reached his mind.

Shi Wuwei was standing on the street, his grip on the iron scythe.

At the end of the chain, the ninja's throat had been circled three times, and the scythe at the head of the chain had been plunged deep into the throat.

At this moment, the sound of breaking wood suddenly came from behind him, which also made Shi Wuwei look back.

He saw a young man with a stick in a black vest who had been knocked out of a wooden house and collapsed on the dirt floor of the street.

Then, a sword-wielding samurai with wide clothes and hair and a mustache on the corner of his mouth came out of the house.

Seeing this scene, his hand, which was still holding the chain, suddenly exerted force.

The corpse in the distance, which was not struggling, was directly carried into the air by this force.

Moreover, this corpse was falling to the ground with a thousand pounds, smashing into the samurai who had just left the house.

Seeing this, the samurai dodged forward directly, dodging the smashed object.

But he couldn't dodge this corpse, but he couldn't dodge Shi Wuwei's palm.

His view was already blocked by this corpse.

And when he bypassed the smashed thing, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

The speed of the black shadow is not at all what he is at this time, and he is even more able to hide.

Shi Wuwei directly slapped his palm, and it was fiercely imprinted on the samurai's heavenly spirit cover.

The warrior fell to his knees on the spot, his eyes glazed over, and his mouth spewed white foam and blood gushing out from time to time.

Shi Wuwei knew that this person was dead, so he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he came to the disciple's side and stretched out his hand to help the other person up.

It's just that he didn't know that this disciple's mood at the moment was both happy and apprehensive.

The vest he wore and the long stick in his hand were enough to show that he was a disciple of the Five Sticks.

And the chaos outside the gate of Lingyin Temple at that time, he was also present.

He remembered himself at that time, and he stood up and scolded this person for his senior brother.

He didn't expect that the other party would save his life at his critical moment.

Ashamed, he still stretched out his hand and asked the other party to lift himself.

After getting up, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you!" ”。

However, Shi Wuwei didn't know that the disciple he had saved was very worried.

He didn't bother to check on the man's injuries.

Although he stretched out his hand and helped the other party up, his eyes were always scanning the battlefield.

On the roof, a female disciple of Yaochi was about to kill a ninja when she was blocked by a dart shot by another person.

In the middle of the street, Wu Lieyang, who was armed with a machete from the Lieyang Sect, although he hacked a samurai to death with one sword, the other three samurai were already rushing up.

In the house, a disciple of the Taoist Sect was even blasted out of the house under the siege of a group of Zoroastrian sects.

Seeing this scene, Shi Wuwei said to the disciple beside him.

"Don't go it alone! These pagans and Japanese people will not talk about morality! If you fight on your own, you will be defeated by them one by one!! ”。

After saying this, he didn't wait for this disciple to speak, he directly turned into a cyan figure and killed the group of Zoroastrian sect members who wanted to leave the house.

At this moment, he didn't realize that he was commanding battles like this, like those generals who were caught in battle, and he was not a simple cultivator.

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