Red Hook Wharf, located on the east bank of Brooklyn, New York, is the mouth of the Hudson River, both spacious and smooth, one of the best harbors in New York, not far west is Liberty Island, home to one of the most famous landmarks in the United States - the Statue of Liberty.

The RAND Group recently spent a huge amount of money to buy this port to use as a dumping point for their merchant ships, and it has not yet been opened.

In the middle of the night, a dark sedan drove into the port gate, stopped at the dockside, and a man got out of the car and walked straight to the river.

Since the pier has not yet been officially opened, the lights of the port are not activated, but the lights of the city in the distance are reflected in the water, still illuminating the shadow of the man (shēn). This is a black man with distinctly South American ethnicity, but wears a well-cut Tang costume (tào) and carries a long sword behind his back. The qíng on his face is always faint, and his eyes also reveal a free and easy smell of dust, as if nothing in this world will leave ripples in his heart.

A huge black shadow loomed over him, and when he looked up, he saw a huge freighter silently rowing towards him, and came to a steady stop on the dockside. The freighter had no lights on, no power system, everything was going on in darkness and silence, as if it were not a human ship, but a ghost ship from the ghost realm.

The cabin was empty, not loaded with any cargo and containers, and it had come here for another purpose.

The hatch opened, and a figure Shi Shiran walked out of it.

The black man greeted him.

"What, you're the only one to pick me up? That (jiàn) person doesn't take me seriously! ”

In the face of the exaggerated tone of the visitor, the black man simply said two words: "Low-key." ”

The man was about to say something more, when he heard an arrow sound, and then shouted a loud shout of killing, and countless figures appeared in the surrounding grass and buildings, these people were all wearing black night clothes, their heads were also wrapped in black cloth, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, and their weapons were varied, but if you looked closely, they were all used by this ninja.

The attackers did not talk nonsense from the moment they appeared, and quickly approached the two (bī) from all directions, with the clear purpose of killing them.

"Aha Seeing this, the people who got off the boat burst into laughter holding their stomachs, but they didn't pay attention to these dozens of people at all, "Botu, Botu, you see that you should keep a low profile, and let Zhenchun see it all, right?" Oops, that's hilarious, hahahahaha! ”

"There are too many people, it's useless."

The black man named Botu replied sullenly, and reached for the long sword behind his back. I only heard a clear sword sound of "choking", and the aftermath was endless, the sword was already in his hand, and the light in the distance was reflected on the snow-white blade, bursting out with dazzling light, a peerless sword!

"Woo" The sound of breaking the wind was piercing, and countless darts flew towards the two. With a flick of his wrist, the sword danced, as if a sword net had been woven in the Zhou (shēn), and the darts were slashed and fell to the ground. And the other man was still laughing to himself: "Come, come, the more the merrier!" Hahahaha, donating blood, dying, this is the welcome ceremony I want!! ”

As he spoke, he wiped his arm, and then shook his hand at the people who rushed over, scattering blood-colored points of light in the sky, and when the first few people could not react and were hit, they immediately fell to the ground and died.

Seeing this, the Botu asked, "Learned?" ”

"Nonsense! Lao Tzu has been going for more than ten years, how can he come back if he doesn't learn! That (jiàn) person must be eager to see me deflated. Today, I'll let you take a look at Lao Tzu's blood ninja technique! ”

The man replied viciously, his hands quickly forming a seal in front of (xiōng), and shouted, "Ghost Dao, Blood Soil Puppet!" After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying everywhere on the ground in front of him, and a strange scene happened, the dirt on the ground sucked all the blood dry, and then gathered little by little, turning into three clay figures about the size of a real person.

The clay figure moved his neck and came to life, ran forward a few steps and jumped high and high, the group of ninjas had rushed closer, and they couldn't see clearly under the black light, and were smashed by the falling clay figure. As soon as the clay figure touches 人 (shēn), it immediately squirms and wraps itself tightly around it. The three poor ninjas let out a terrible scream, writhing wildly in place, but they couldn't break free, and in just a few seconds, the people had shrunk a lot, as if the blood (ròu) had been sucked away!

The companions around him swung their knives and slashed at the clay figures, but the sparks flew but did not leave a trace, as if they had slashed gold and iron. Just when everyone was at a loss, two people came out of the crowd, the first one was a leopard with a leopard head and eyes, a face full of beards, wearing a white linen cloth short fighting suit, the bulging muscles (ròu) contained the power of explosion (xìng), and the next person was an old man in green, with goosebumps, cloudy and dull eyes, and a long stick in his hand.

The strong man snatched the long knife from the hand of one of them, slashed it with a roar of rage, and cut his struggling companion in front of him into two pieces, ending his life.

"Yo! Isn't this a rock~~! Oh? The sticks are also here! The two leaders of the True Pure Society have arrived, are they here to greet me? Hahahahaha! ”

The strong man named Rock raised his sword and pointed it at the crazy laughing stranger, and shouted, "Murakami dog thief! You have cultivated evil skills, and you have tortured and killed countless members of the church for many years, and now I am here to take your life! ”

"Twitter, hahahahaha!" Murakami laughed sharply, "Just because you want to kill me too?" Take care of yourself first! ”

There was a stir in the crowd, and the two ninjas who were entangled in the clay figures had been sucked into two dried corpses and lay on the ground straight. The clay figure that had just been cut into two pieces did not die, but continued to suck the body dry, and slowly condensed again, turning into two clay figures of the same size.

Rock raised his eyebrows and roared and rushed towards Murakami, followed closely by the stick, raising his stick to attack the Botu who was standing nearby.

Murakami took out two short knives and made a clever way to block the rock's hateful blow, and the sword in Botu's hand turned into a swimming dragon and fought with the stick. The other True Pure Ninjas specialized in dealing with the four clay figures.

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The so-called old man does not take the muscles and bones as his ability, but don't look at the old man, the hun (shēn) is not a few taels (ròu), but a slender iron rod makes it up to be a tiger and a tiger, and it is obvious that he should have practiced internal skills, and the power contained in one move and one style is by no means as simple as (ròu) can be seen. The black man named Botu is not a good person, the cold and shining sword is held in his hand, and the whole person is as sharp as the edge of the sword, and there is no trace of taciturn woodenness.

The martial arts of these two people are quite weird, and they have strange tricks one after another, which is difficult to guard.

As soon as the stick comes into contact with the Botu, he makes a ruthless move, kicking his feet violently, and the stick stabs straight out, containing a fierce and fierce point at the opponent's mouth (xiōng) (xué).

There was a strange look on Botu's face, and at that moment he seemed to have detached himself from this battle, and he had nothing to ask for, whether he could win or lose, and everything in front of him had nothing to do with him. The sword in his hand also seems to be tainted with the meaning of fate and reincarnation from the ancient world. Suddenly there is a sense of unreality that this son is not human, and this place is not human.

This is the supreme sword intent that he has been immersed in (yín) kendo for hundreds of years, and in terms of the level of comprehension of martial arts, he has surpassed many levels of sticks.

As soon as the stick was in front of him, the man retreated to the side, and the stick in his hand was empty, and he held the iron rod tightly with both hands, like a ball of stick flowers, and rolled towards the body of the man like a storm.

Botu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his feet were not very fast, but he walked leisurely among the shadows of the sticks that shraged Zhou, and no matter how fast the opponent's attack was, he could not touch his (shēn) body at all. The sword in his hand fluttered out and stabbed at the stickman's neck, and on the way, the sword suddenly turned, slashing the sticker's right shoulder.

The stick was closed outward, blocking the sword that was about to slash him, and the bow waist (tǐng) (shēn) bounced up like a taut piece of steel, and the end of the stick (bī) formed a straight line, shooting towards the Botu. Unhurried, the Botu made a mistake on his feet, and the whole person spun around, quickly approached the side of the stick (shēn), raised his hand and struck him in the face with the hilt of his sword, knocking him flying.

"You've lost." Botu said coldly, his words especially cold in the screams around him.

The stick got up from the ground, spat out the blood in his mouth, took a deep breath and pounced again. He knew that the people he had brought with him were dying, but there was nothing he could do, and in his impatience, he didn't care about anything else, and he used the same move, he jumped high, the whole (shēn) empty door opened, the stick was raised above his head, and he smashed it down in mid-air against the heavenly spirit cover of the disciple.

He wanted to fight for speed, betting on whether the Botu would kill him first or whether he would kill the other party first, but the Botu's martial arts were too much higher than him, so he didn't need to pay attention to his killing moves at all, and shook the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword hit the attacking iron rod three times, and at such a fast speed, they were all stabbed at the same point. I only heard a sharp sound, and the stick in the stick man's hand started from that point and was cut off in part!

The shortened iron rod slashed past the tip of the disciple's nose and slammed into the ground, raising only a cloud of dust.

"Uhh——!h

A cry of pain came from not far away, and the blogger looked for prestige, and it turned out to be the strong man named Panshi. Murakami was strangling his neck from behind, and a black (rì) knife pierced his (xiōng) chamber from behind, and blood spurted from the wound.

Murakami kills Rock.

"Rock!"

The stick let out an earth-shattering roar, and with all his strength he struck (bī) to retreat the apprentice, and Hui (shēn) rushed towards Murakami, he used his frenzied force, and the long stick that was dragged backwards was thrown up violently, drawing a semicircle, and smashing into Murakami's head with the sound of wind and thunder, if this stick was solid, even a rock would crumble.

The strange thing is that Murakami stood still with a sneer, and was hit by a stick like this, and the whole person twisted into an arc and flew out diagonally. But before he could be happy, Murakami's (shēn) body turned into a cloud of smoke with a "poof".

"分 (shēn) technique, not good!"

The stick was startled, and the thought in his mind just came to him, before the (shēn) body could dodge, the left shoulder was stabbed in half, he struggled to turn around and raise the stick to resist, and immediately there was a sharp pain in his waist, and then he felt something burrow into his (shēn) body, and with his movement, it went deeper and deeper into the muscles (ròu). The pain was so great that he couldn't move, and he fell to his knees with a pop, and the stick in his hand rolled to the side.

Murakami laughed wildly, flew up and kicked him in the face, kicked him to the ground, and screamed: "Old dog, old dog, this war you wanted to fight all your life has completely lost today!" Your junior brothers, as well as your subordinates, all died here, hahahaha, how is it, is it cool? ”

The rock lay weakly in the dust, and all the ninjas they brought with them were also killed by the mud people, and although the stick could not see, the other five envoys were extremely sensitive, and he sensed the tragic result of the attack (rì), and his face (ròu) was visibly defeated.

But Murakami didn't intend to just let go of the stick, so he bent down and picked up the corpse of the rock, inserted a hand into his (xiōng) mouth, and sucked the huge sweat into a dry bone in a few moments. The Botu stood aside with a frown, watching coldly and silently.

Murakami threw the remains of the rock onto the stick (shēn) and laughed, "Oh, your junior brother, give it back to you." ”

The stick hugged the rock and trembled to touch his (shēn) body, a tragic sight that made him uncontrollable with grief, and his mouth let out a whimpering cry that was even more muffled in Murakami's excited laughter.

Botu couldn't see Murakami's perverted behavior, and couldn't help but step forward and say, "Enough, I'll come." So saying, he walked towards the stick with his sword, preparing to take his (xìng) life now, so as not to suffer more humiliation.

"You monsters... Sooner or later, I'll kill you all. ”

He looked up at Botu and Murakami, his eyes were red, and a faint blue light suddenly came from his surroundings, and at some point, he actually drew many strange lines with his fingers in a circle outside his (shēn), it turned out that he was just stalling for time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bo Tu saw that the body of the man was in front of the stick (shēn), and the sword stabbed at him.

The blue light flashed, and the stick disappeared in place, the sword piercing through his shadow and deep into the earth.

Murakami walked over, glanced at the blue light on the ground, and cursed, "Earth Escape - Fucking Old Immortal, Shrinking Turtle!" The next time I meet him, I have to cut him out and dig out his heart! ”

He glared hatefully at the Botu, reached out and pushed him away, and walked first towards the car parked in the harbor.