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Followed by bursting roars and fights, Jiang Hu was fighting with people. The two figures appeared and disappeared behind the big tree, but it was obvious that Jiang Hu was at a disadvantage, and the other party had a narrow saber in his hand, which he didn't. There was a deep wound on the uninjured arm, caused by the blade. Both arms were injured, and no matter how strong their combat strength was, they couldn't show it.

Jiang Hu's body fell out from behind the tree heavily, and his two blood-stained arms were particularly dazzling. He insisted on standing up and fighting the ninja killer. The name of the six Arhats is not a false rumor, even if his arms are injured and his weapons are lost, he can still entangle with his opponent. Although the Japanese killers were aggressive, relying on the narrow knife in their hands to launch wave after wave of offensives, they couldn't beat Jiang Hu for a while.

Toot, a Japanese soldier who was watching opened fire, and the bullet hit Jiang Hu's calf.

Jiang Hu's center of gravity lost its balance and fell to the ground. The whole person turned into a bloody person, most of his clothes were soaked and full of blood.

The Japanese killer turned his head and glared angrily at his own people, and he did not buy the account of the helper. Ninjas have a haughty heart, especially as a killer, and it's a shame to need someone to help you complete your mission. It's worse than killing him. He yelled at the gun-wielding Japanese soldiers behind him, venting his anger and dissatisfaction. Several Japanese soldiers subconsciously took a few steps back, not daring to participate again.

"Jiang Hu ......" the scrivener roared, and he witnessed everything. Jiang Hu fell in a very tragic way and was suffering greatly in torture and pain. This is definitely something that the scrivener can't bear to see.

"Ginger!" Polgar roared as well. But there was nothing she could do, she was pinned down in the bunker and couldn't move for half a minute.

The Japanese killer held the narrow knife in both hands and pressed towards Jiang Hu step by step, his feet rustling on the grass with a murderous aura. The narrow knife is not long, the blade is sharp, and even in the mist, it still emits a cold cold light.

Jiang Hu lay on his side on the ground, his eyes fixed on the approaching Japanese killer. His arms were already bloody and fleshy, and one leg was also half-shot and ruined, and he had no combat effectiveness at all. He struggled to retreat from the uninjured one, trying to get up, and every time he exerted force, he touched the wound, and blood gushed out.

"Jiang Hu!" The scrivener was so heartbroken that he couldn't care much about it anymore, even at the risk of being hit by an enemy bullet. Boom, boom, pop, bullets pressed into the pistol one by one, and it was not his style to watch his comrades die tragically, he had to fight hard, even if he died with his comrades.

The Japanese soldiers who were watching were not stupid, and the ninja killer did not allow them to intervene in the duel with Jiang Hu, but he didn't say that he couldn't suppress the other people. Several Japanese soldiers saw the movement of the scrivener box and pulled the trigger one after another.

A bullet grazed the elbow of the scrivener. He spat hard, revealing a resolute sneer, and continued to reload.

Bump, bang, bang, bang...... Suddenly there was a heavy gunfire from the side. Countless fiery snakes went straight to the Japanese soldiers, and someone intervened in the battle.

The incident happened so suddenly, the Japanese soldiers were unguarded, and four of them were put down in an instant, and the remaining three were holding their heads and running away, and they hid behind the big trees. As soon as he poked his head out to return fire, two shots were fired, two Japanese soldiers were shot in the head, and their bodies were slowly planted against a tree. Another Japanese soldier did not dare to probe again.

The bookcase of this era has been fully loaded. The Japanese soldier blocked the bullet that shot him with a large tree, but exposed his body to the scrivener. The old generation was naturally not polite, and raised the gun to give the other party a two-shot shot, one shot in the side of the chest, one shot in the neck, and no matter what shot was not a life-threatening position. The Japanese soldier struggled a few times, and it was considered to be the last time in the world to brush up on the sense of existence, and then closed his eyes forever.

"Old generation, Jiang Hu, we're here!" Someone shouted not far away.

"Jiang Hu, hold on, I'll save you!" Someone roared.

Listening to the voice, you can guess that it is Li Keji and Gao Li.

The scrivener box is completely out of scruples, and all seven Japanese soldiers are wiped out, leaving only one ninja killer, who has no gun in his hand, and is afraid that he will be a bird! He jumped out from behind the bunker and went straight to the Japanese killer with his gun.

Polgar and Ardis also flash out from behind the tree and join the scrivener to deal with the Japanese killers.

The Japanese killer's expression was calm, without a trace of waves, as if it was not him who was threatened, but someone else. He stood with his narrow knife in one hand and his head held high, staring at the three people who were approaching each step, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance. This is the ninja, this is the top killer among the ninjas, always so arrogant and empty-eyed no matter when, where and where there is any danger.

Next to the Japanese killer, Jiang Hu was tied up with a rope at some point and hung high on the branches of a big tree, nearly three meters above the ground. The whole person swayed gently under the traction of the rope, and the branches seemed to be unable to bear too much weight, making a squeaky sound, as if they would break at any time.

Jiang Hu was covered in blood, the wound was too heavy and too deep to heal automatically, and the blood soaked through his clothes and trickled down.

"Dogs. Day. Look for death! The scrivener scolded fiercely, and raised his hand to give a shot to the Japanese killer opposite.

Polgar stretched out his hand to stop him, and shooting now is tantamount to letting Jiang Hu die. There was a man standing on the tree, also holding a narrow knife, standing next to the rope that trapped Jiang Hu. As long as he raised the knife in his hand, Jiang Hu would fall straight down.

Two people came out of the other direction, Li Keji and Gao Li, each carrying a gun, and they were the ones who opened fire to finish out the Japanese soldiers just now. Now the two of them appeared and walked straight towards the Japanese killer.

Gao Li's eyes were blood-red, and every step he took revealed a heavy murderous intent. Jiang Hu has been his comrade-in-arms for many years, and the friendship of the six Arhats is not something that ordinary people can imagine. Now that Jiang Hu's life is in danger and he is being slaughtered, how can he not be broken.

The Japanese killer standing on the ground turned his head to look at Gao Li, and his calm eyes suddenly changed, like a calm sea suddenly swelling, which caught people off guard.

Li Keji gasped and tugged at the corner of Gao Li's clothes to remind him to pay attention. This guy in front of him is very unusual, an extremely dangerous person. Looking at his calm and relaxed appearance, it seems that he has some kind of confidence, otherwise he would not be so fearless. Li Keji secretly said that it is not good, and the Japanese killer may still have hole cards that have not been revealed......

The scrivener and Li Keji looked at each other, but they did not come together, and it may be even more disadvantageous for this situation to come together now. He stared at the Japanese killer in front of him in a daze, obviously his own side had the advantage, why was he always uneasy?

"You. . . Milk. Milk. Little devil, I'm playing with you! Gao Li scolded while rushing towards the Japanese killer, he couldn't wait, Jiang Hu would die at any time, he couldn't watch it.

The murderous aura in the eyes of the Japanese killer disappeared, replaced by a stagnant calm. Holding the narrow knife in both hands, he made a fighting stance, and his whole body exuded a ball of death. Ninjas have a special status in Japan, and those who advocate martial arts are even more respectful of ninjas, not everyone can become a ninja, and the cultivation process in the middle is too cruel and harsh, and there may not be one in ten thousand. Ninja killers are the elite of ninjas, because they kill too many people, they all have a dead air in their bones, and once they kill them, they will inadvertently reveal their dead air.