Who is Iga Bumichi? That is the current patriarch of the Iga ninja clan in Japan.

It was the Japanese emperor's hand-picked strangulation of the forces of the Dingzen Temple.

The status of such a person in Japan is equivalent to that of the governor under the emperor in ancient times, holding the sword of Shang Fang.

Among the officials of Japan, who does not back down half a point?

Even in many foreign countries, it is treated with caution.

But after coming to Huaxia, his several shots can be said to be extremely embarrassed.

The first time he faced Jiang Ling's qi machine was locked first, he lost the first opportunity, so it was a real escape without a fight.

But what about this time?

He had a chance, and even fought Jiang Ling head-to-head in the real sense.

Because of this, he had completely lost the desire to fight, and after eating the Soldier Food Pill, his first thought, and what he had been doing now, was to prepare to flee.

Iga Takemichi's choice, standing in his position, no one dares to say that his choice is wrong.

But the problem is that he never thought that under the confrontation of the warriors, there were still hot weapons secretly locked.

wanted to hijack the nightingale, but never thought that the other party could predict his behavior.

He had to settle for the next best thing, ready to break the window and run.

Although the floor here is high, he is confident enough in his ninjutsu.

He believed he could survive.

Just as he was about to break out of the window, the deadly gunshot rang out again.

"Bang!"

That slight sound sounded in the distance, but at this time, Iga Martial Arts, who had eaten the Ryo Pill, had reached his extreme in any way.

He heard it clearly.

Sou!

The piercing sound of breaking wind was near.

He had to back away again, two gunshots that nearly locked his position.

The horror of the opponent's marksmanship is unheard of.

As for the ninja, he disdains thermal weapons, and he doesn't even think that thermal weapons can hurt him, at least, in his own country.

It can only be said that a small country is a small country after all.

The two escapes were almost useless, and just before he dodged the fatal blow this time, he used the strength of his body again to move towards Jiang Ling, who was in a good time at this time, at a faster speed.

The katana in his hand was actually pulled out in the process of advancing.

The sword is even more dazzling at this time.

"The kid is too arrogant, let you see the secret art of my Iga clan, a thousand swords!"

The dense swords, along with the advance of the Iga Martial Arts, actually formed an impermeable barrier for the Iga Martial Arts, and it looked very good.

It's just that speed, so that ordinary people can see it, I'm afraid they will think it's a machine.

How can manpower reach such speed?

"Nice knife skills!"

Finally, Iga Martial Way approached, and the katana in his hand turned in a strange arc under such high-speed operation, cutting out from the countless blades.

Take Jiang Ling's eyebrows directly at this time.

Obviously, Iga Takemichi also knew that if the person in front of him did not die, he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to leave.

The nightingale at the door, hearing this, looked at Iga Takemichi with a little more different gaze.

True Zen's vision, he knows, and the warriors who can be recognized by him are even rarer.

She didn't expect that this Iga martial art could be appreciated by True Zen with his one-handed sword technique.

You know, even Wan Qianqian at the beginning only got a good seedling.

Seeing the countless swords falling at the same time, Nightingale's eyes were also a little more worried, and the dense swords of Iga Martial Dao, even if she was so far away, she was a little frightened.

Not to mention Jiang Ling under the sword.

Only when you are in it, can you know that the Thousand Swords of Iga Martial Arts at this time is not a lie.

The sword seems to be nothing, but in fact, each knife may be the last one to fall.

The remnants of the Dao Dao naturally mean that the other party's speed is so fast that it can't be captured by the naked eye.

Looking at Jiang Ling in a daze, Iga Martial Arts was secretly happy in his heart, and the katana in his hand finally fell.

"Boy, die!"

The sword wind whistled, and finally fell.

"It's good, but it's too heavy, and it just looks good, and it's flashy after all."

"Rampant!"

Iga Martial Arts' Thousand Swords Slash can be described as very domineering among the current ninjas.

Among the ninjas he saw, there were very few who could make the next sword.

He didn't believe that the young man in front of him could really go next.

"Zheng!"

There was a humming sound, but it was Jiang Ling's right hand raised, pinching it towards the void.

Iga Budo's katana was firmly clamped by him, and he couldn't go down a bit.

"Impossible!"

Iga Takemichi's eyes widened, this sword technique, in his eyes, was truly invincible, even he, after eating the Soldier Food Pill, could only perform it three times.

Because what this thousand cuts are required is dazzling, which makes people unguardable, and finally wins by surprise.

That's quite physically demanding.

But he never thought that Jiang Ling was really next.

"Alas, what a disappointment for me!"

Jiang Ling sighed deeply, and his other hand grabbed Iga Martial Dao's neck.

This grasp is like an antelope hanging on its horns and there is no trace to be found.

Iga Takemichi couldn't judge whether he could dodge for a while.

"Goo-dong!"

The Adam's apple moved slightly up and down, but it was really tense to the extreme.

I tried to retreat, but I found that my hands were on top of the katana, and I couldn't take them away.

Jiang Ling originally thought that the Iga Martial Arts in front of him would give him a better understanding of ninjas, but now it seems that he is going to be disappointed after all.

Under the traction of the qi machine, he grabbed his hands, so that he could not easily get rid of them.

It's really about ending the other party's thoughts.

"No, I can't die!"

Iga Takemichi shouted angrily, his hands on the katana, and he actually made a mark.

"Stand-in!"

He drank softly, but there was a little less brilliance in his eyes.

Jiang Ling also chuckled at this time.

The last patriarch of the Iga clan died in his hands, and this kind of ninjutsu is traceable after all.

The soles of his feet moved slightly, and his figure had appeared in front of a chair, and he smashed it down with a punch.

Stand-in is a well-known ninjutsu of ninjas, but the range of action is no more than five meters, and it must be a movable object, which is a real trace.

In order to protect himself, Iga Martial Arts naturally wanted to form a stand-in as quickly as possible.

"Bang!"

With a heavy thud, Jiang Ling's fist fell on the chair.

"Ahh

Iga Takemichi screamed, and finally showed his disguise.

Behind him, the chair also fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

"How is that possible!"

Iga Takemichi's face was full of unwillingness and disbelief.

"Your Iga clan's ninjutsu is not half ingenious at all! What a disappointment. ”

Jiang Ling opened his mouth indifferently, without half emotion in his voice, and then walked towards the door.

Suddenly, the nightingale let out a low cry.

"Be careful!"