Shen Yunshan is a vampire, a high-level vampire, and the power of the bloodline in his body gives him unusual combat power.

Without figuring out the other party, he asked himself if it was okay to escape.

Breaking away from Jiang Ling's subordinates gave him a clearer control over his body, even if he was missing a calf at this time, it didn't affect his speed.

Even because of the instinct to survive, the blood in his body seems to have been stimulated, allowing him to master this remnant body more skillfully.

This is also the basis for his adventure to come back.

But what Shen Yunshan didn't expect was that there was indeed no Jiang Ling's breath here, but there was a Japanese warrior.

What he didn't expect was that the other party's speed was so terrifying, he didn't notice any movement at all, and this ninja appeared at the door, blocking his way.

"How could you?"

Shen Yunshan's pupils dilated, and there was a little tremor in his voice.

The other party leaned against the wall, so scattered.

"Tell me a message and I'll let you go!"

The other party's words fell, without the slightest hint of murderous aura, it seemed that it was really as he said, as long as Shen Yunshan was willing to tell the information, he could survive.

This is an inexplicable power that makes Shen Yunshan subconsciously want to believe.

After being called a vampire, the blood in the body has long become unusual, and it can resist when fighting some strange forces.

His heart was beating faster, and it only took a second for him to wake up.

"What's the news?"

Shen Yunshan's voice no longer trembled.

"It's funny, it really seems to be the product of high-level vampires! Is there a count who came with you? ”

"Goo-dong!"

Listening to the other party's words, Shen Yunshan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spit.

"Nope!"

The reason why he felt afraid was that the other party's question seemed so casual, as if the earl was not threatening in his eyes.

"Then Dracula is really looking for his own death! Blood Shura killed Dracula's counts, no less than a dozen. This time I actually sent you a little minion, was he killed? ”

The man plucked out his ears and seemed slightly dissatisfied with the news.

He turned his head to look at Shen Yunshan again.

"What kind of news do you think your life is worth, just tell me and hear it!"

The man's words still carry a strong sense of confidence.

Shen Yunshan didn't have this feeling even when he faced Jiang Ling, after all, Jiang Ling never showed his aura from beginning to end.

But the ninja in front of him locked him with a qi machine from the beginning, so that he couldn't have too much resistance at all.

If Jiang Ling had adopted this method from the beginning, I am afraid that Shen Spruce would not be able to run away.

"Dracula wants to enter China in an all-round way, and he wants to purge the ancient martial forces in China! Is it okay to have such a message? ”

"Haha! Just because Dracula's group of people are not ghosts or ghosts? Purge the ancient martial forces? I'm afraid that if you haven't entered Huaxia yet, you will be killed half, do you really think that the ancient martial arts in Huaxia can't eat dry rice? Even I, the Iga clan, don't have such self-confidence, are you so fooled by me? ”

The voice of the person who came was a little colder.

The qi machine bloomed even more intensely, and under this suppression, Shen Yunshan felt a little like the other party was going to kill him.

Immediately shouted angrily, and threw himself at the comer.

"Rubbish!"

The people who came didn't expect that Shen Yunshan was actually under the traction of his own qi, and he had the idea of resisting, and immediately snorted coldly, and he didn't even see how he made a move, but he saw his katana in his hand and swiped it lightly.

Shen Spruce was directly split in half!

It's really dead, and you can't die anymore.

The fact that the intelligence acquisition machine was killed in this way was something that no one had expected.

"Waste, I can't bear it with such a little gas, and I don't know how Dracula takes a fancy to a waste like you!"

Looking at Shen Yunshan's corpse on the ground, the other party took a sip.

was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, his cold hair stood on end, looking at the man standing quietly in front of him, he didn't know what to say for a while.

On the other side, Jiang Ling stood there quietly, just staring at the ninja of the Iga clan.

"It's not just the people from the noodle country, but even the ninjas involved? The Iga clan? Dracula has been killed! The Iga clan doesn't seem to have one! ”

Jiang Ling's qi locked onto the ninja of the Iga clan, and his voice did not carry the slightest emotion, as if he was just explaining the most ordinary thing.

"Iga Takemichi! The current patriarch of the Iga clan, but did you guess right? ”

"Blood Shura!"

Iga Takemichi gritted his teeth and spat out these three words.

"It seems that I guessed correctly, you Iga clan don't stay with you properly, what are you doing in our country?"

"You don't have to worry about it!"

"Really? I heard that there are many people from the Iga clan in the Lin family! I wonder if you've forgotten how the last Iga clan patriarch died? ”

Jiang Ling walked slowly towards Iga Martial Arts.

Under the traction of the qi machine, Jiang Ling was confident enough that Iga Martial Arts couldn't run away.

Among his achievements over the years, Jiang Ling killed the most ninjas in Japan.

He has this self-confidence.

Iga Martial Arts naturally knew that the person in front of him was terrifying, and the moment the qi machine in his hand was locked, it was the smoke bomb that he grabbed and fell directly on the hand.

"Aerosol bombs!"

Iga Takemichi shouted.

The crisp sound of landing sounded, and his whole body was already submerged in the mist.

Jiang Ling stomped lightly on the ground with the soles of his feet, and suddenly the sand and gravel flew.

The Qi Strength Grandmaster still has this ability.

As the wind blows, the mist dissipates, but where is the figure of Iga Martial Arts?

The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth grinned, but the whole person flew up and landed on the roof of the villa.

Stomp hard at your feet.

Iga Martial Arts actually flew out from between the rubble, and the katana pushed directly at Jiang Ling.

The target was directed at Jiang Ling's throat.

"Interesting!"

Jiang Ling has always liked the ability of ninjas, because it is very similar to the domestic Qimen Dunjia.

There are also such strange people in the temple, but after all, there is no strange place for this group of ninjas from Japan.

With a slight touch of his palm towards Iga Takemichi in front of him, he looked into the distance, where a figure was disappearing into the forest.

And in his hands, there was only one piece of clothing left.

"Still careless, didn't you plan to fight me from the beginning?"

Jiang Ling sneered.

"But the water in the country is so mixed, it's time to clean it up, so I can only wait for the dark department!"

Throw away the ninja service, Jiang Ling frowned.

"I won't be so lucky next time."

Thinking of the abilities of the group of people in the shadows, the corners of his mouth hooked up a good-looking arc.