"Is everything burned?"

"Clean...... Yo Xi!" the man in black standing beside Boss Xue replied coldly.

This is a samurai, a true samurai. I heard that his knife can split through the middle of a mosquito in an instant, and one side is exactly half, impartially, and even the six legs of the mosquito are divided into three.

"Alright, bring those prisoners here......"

Boss Xue gave an order, and on the opposite side of the island, behind the mountain wall of another butterfly's wing, in a burst of whipping, about a thousand dark-skinned men with red light walked slowly.

Everyone wore bracelets and leg cuffs, and just walked barefoot and stepped on sharp rocks to the edge of the huge ship.

The prisoners looked up at the towering edge of the ship, remembering that they had been sent to an island for such an inexplicable reason many years ago. Two days ago, I was inexplicably brought to this island.

Now it seems that they are going to be sent away again. I don't know if the next destination is also a desert island?

Start from scratch on that island and learn to craft weapons. There are indicators every day, and if you can't achieve them, you're dead.

Under the threat of death, none of them knew they could learn things so quickly. If you have this learning ability, why bother to break the law and discipline back then?

"Are you all here?" asked Boss Xue in a long voice as if singing.

The prisoners looked in horror at the pitch-black outfits in front of them, a battle they had never seen before.

"Everyone has brought them, these are all skilled masters, and the master hopes that Boss Xue can properly accommodate them......" A mysterious man with a colorful mask said indifferently.

"But...... My boat is full of stuff, and I can't hold that many people......"

"Boss Xue, I think you threw away all those gold and silver treasure......s, right? Poof—"

Boss Xue waved his hand lightly, and the blood of the mysterious man in the colored mask flew away wildly.

"I don't know what to call ...... Those dead things, but my life, you want me to throw them all away?" Boss Xue wiped his hands bitterly, and his cold eyes swept over the trembling prisoners.

"Although they are all a group of exquisite masters...... But unfortunately, the Starstriped Divine Weapon can no longer be crafted, and it is a waste of food to keep you. Kill them all!"

"Hey!" Duanmu Ci beside him replied in a low voice, and said to the widow behind him.

"Wait!" Boss Xue suddenly stopped Duanmu Ci, "Those dolls haven't bled before, so let the dolls do it...... Duanmu Ci, have you contacted General Chuanmu over there?"

"After contacting, General Kawamak is very happy to learn that we have mastered the forging technique of the Starstripe Divine Soldier, but ...... The Starstriped Divine Weapon needs a divine fire to be burned, and we alone have passed in the past, without the divine fire, we can't forge the Started Divine Soldier. Father-in-law, are we using the art of war as a delaying tactic?"

"Giggle...... Boss Xue cocked his orchid fingers and covered the corners of his mouth and laughed, "You kid, you're smart." The star-striped artifact, how could it be that the ghost cubs of the Wa Kingdom deserve to master? There are not many in the land of Shenzhou...... Let's delay him for a few years, and then find a chance to get out and leave. ”

"Father-in-law, if this is the case, General Kawamak may be angry. Kawamu is very cunning, he is the kind of person who does not see rabbits and does not scatter eagles, and I am afraid that this plan of ours will not be achieved. ”

"Don't think about it, we know it in our hearts. ”

As he spoke, hundreds of teenage children strode up to the prisoner. The cold eyes reflected a cold light like a wolf.

The prisoners did not know their imminent fate, and one by one they knelt on the ground in horror and kowtowed pleadingly.

But begging for mercy from the killers who have been raised to be wolves since childhood, hoping to provoke a sense of mercy that they never had, the prisoners' intentions are destined not to be reciprocated.

The little widows slowly drew out their swords, and the cold and shining swords exuded a chilling killing intent.

"Stop!" At this point, the Ghost Assassin could no longer pretend to be indifferent. He shouted loudly and strode out.

"Ghost, what do you want to do?" Boss Xue's shrill voice sounded.

"Boss Xue, this matter is against my principles. The Ghost Assassin shouted coldly.

"I know...... So I didn't let you do it. They were criminals in the first place, and before they were put in prison, they were full of evil. Why, do you have compassion for such people?"

"But they don't deserve to die!"

"Do they deserve to die...... It's our family that has the final say. What, you still want to save them?" Boss Xue smiled playfully, his narrow eyes swept over the ghost assassin with disdain.

"By the way, you don't have to hide your identity at this time, right? If our family is not mistaken...... You're supposed to be the Shadow. ”

The ghost's face changed at this moment, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. pursed his lips tightly, and stared at Boss Xue with a flickering cold light. There is no admittion, no denial.

"I should have thought of it...... The ghost assassin is haunted by the rivers and lakes, and you don't look like a Jianghu person at all. No one knows where you're from, no one knows what your purpose is, and you're in any corner of the world.

And somewhere, where you've appeared, there's always the legend of the Shadow. It turns out that you are from Ouchi, and your true identity is also the most mysterious shadow among Ouchi's secret agents?"

The ghost figure was standing quietly in front of Boss Xue at the moment, pursing his lips tightly. There are no words, no movements. But the momentum around him slowly rose like boiling water.

The momentum around his body burned like a flame, rippling like ripples. Circle, circle, swept in all directions.

The reef beneath his feet shattered under the sword aura of the Ghost Assassin, and the rubble slowly floated up as if it had broken away from gravity, turning into powder and shattering in the air.

"Looks like I guessed right, you're the Shadow...... Duanmu, kill him!"

"Hey!" Duanmu Ci slowly pulled out the sword, and on the knife, the stars shone, and under the blessing of internal force, they exuded the dazzling brilliance of the stars.

In addition to being different from Shenzhou in terms of moves, their internal skills are also different from Shenzhou. Shenzhou's internal strength, based on the Qihai Dantian, runs the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and turns Zhou Tian inward.

The more sophisticated the mind, the more meridians it will use. Inside the body, it's all in one's own right. However, the martial arts of the Wa Kingdom are completely opposite, they call the internal force qi, and the qi stores the dantian but does not run Zhoutian. They pay attention to stimulating the qi of the dantian in the fastest way. Therefore, the duel of the samurai of the Wa Kingdom is basically a one-move victory.

This kind of weird martial arts is a trick of a group of children in the eyes of Shenzhou Wulin. As long as you dodge the first move of the Japanese master, you can smoothly turn defeat into victory. But it's difficult, it's top of the first move.

The Ghost Assassin's martial arts are superb, especially in the younger generation, and he is definitely a top five master. Therefore, Duanmuci's martial arts were not put in the eyes of the ghost assassin at all, and in his eyes, there was only Boss Xue who was lying on the tent bed, sick as if he was about to die.

"Draw your sword and slash—"

Suddenly, Duanmu Ci shouted, and the force under his feet was instantaneous, and a wave of air exploded, and the reef under his feet cracked and shattered. The figure is painted as a pitch-black afterimage, appearing in front of the ghost assassin almost after the time has passed.

"Huh-" A white light flickered, and horror lingered in the depths of the ghostly assassin's round eyes. The crescent moon-like light of the sword swept across the Ghost Assassin's waist as he was unsuspected.

Duanmu Ci's figure instantly passed by the ghost assassin. Duanmu Ci stretched out his arms, and his wide sleeves swayed slightly in the sea breeze like huge fan blades.

Duanmu Ci was very confident in his sword drawing, and as a disciple of the Miyamoto Sword Saint, he was confident that he had obtained the true inheritance of the Miyamoto Sword Saint. In the whole world, there will be no second person who can take over his own sword head-on, except for his own master.

So Duanmu Ci exhaled with a smile and slowly put away his sword. But in an instant, a chill made his back explode suddenly, and a terrible crisis hit his heart in an instant.

"Bakana-" Duanmu Ci panicked and dodged to the side.

A sword was cold, almost brushing Duanmuci's scalp and flashing. The ghost assassin who was supposed to be given a knife or two by Duanmu appeared behind him intact.

Duanmu Ci panicked, and a single slash had exhausted all his essence and spirit. If you want to take that breath again, it will be difficult to do it in a short time. But the figure of the ghost assassin appeared around him like a ghost.

Duanmu Ci was another lazy donkey, rolling around to avoid the roaring sword qi. Just before he had time to stand up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure appear beside him.

Before he had time to think about it, the sword suddenly lit up, and countless stars flashed. The sword qi condensed, and the figure in the afterglow was fiercely split from the middle of the brain. One knife turns into two ends.

Duanmu Ci's figure trembled violently, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the figure that slowly dissipated in front of him, and then lowered his head to look at the tip of the sword that emerged from his chest.

Feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from the figure behind him, Duanmu Ci turned his head stiffly, "I'm ...... now Finally knew...... Why are you called ...... The ghost assassin ......"

The ghost assassin drew his long sword indifferently, and did not glance at Duanmu Ci's fallen corpse from beginning to end.

The sword, which was as black as a willow branch, pointed diagonally at the earth. The ground pointed by the tip of the sword rolled like boiling water. The ghost assassin didn't have the slightest smugness, and even the depths of his eyes flashed with deep anxiety.

The army of the imperial court has not yet come. But he didn't know, how long could he last?

"It turns out that your left hand sword is more powerful than your right hand sword...... Shen Ruoxu really has two brushes, and he can actually cultivate a master like you......" Boss Xue stood up slowly, his body floating as if he had no weight.

No, his body wasn't just weightless, it seemed lighter than air. As if out of gravity, it slowly rose into the void.

Boss Xue was wearing a white cotton coat, looking like a priest's divine costume. Spread your arms as if a god were coming. The misty white smoke rose from Boss Xue's body, ethereal like a cloud, full of fairy meaning.