"Hahaha, Inoshita-kun, you are so shameless! After surrendering to the Chinese people, not only did they not have a trace of repentance, but they even brazenly said that they wanted to fight with me! How dare you have?"

Watanabe Thirteen, an elderly ninja, was almost killed by a mouthful of blood from Yuiwa Inoshita.

A person surrenders and surrenders, how can he still say these words so brazenly!

"Do it, kill!"

At this moment, Lin Lang lowered his right hand fiercely and gave the order to attack.

Can't let him continue, what if Xiongyan really can't fight for Bian Thirteen?

Saying nothing can make the well Xiongyan show his cowardice first, let alone make other people's hearts have a shadow.

What's more, if you want to activate the God-killing Scroll, there is always a time. If the scroll in his hand is snatched within this time, all dangers will cease to exist.

As his arm fell heavily, Jun Wuxian and the others rushed into the three thousand ninjas like fourteen hurricanes.

Lin Lang was originally wearing a black tunic when he participated in the state funeral, but in the process of impacting, he quickly put on the armor of all living beings, and a flaming dragon spear appeared in his hand.

Before he could open the Five Visceral Dao Fire and release the essence qi of the acupoints, he had already rushed into the crowd.

"Kill!"

"Fuso devil, go die!"

"The time for revenge has come!

The roars represent the deepest hatred in everyone's hearts.

The momentum is completely blooming, and he doesn't care whether the person in front of him is weak in strength or whether he is invincible!

One after another, accompanied by the big hands and fists formed by Zhenyuan, fiercely slapped towards the ninja waiting to be slaughtered in front of him.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

"Puff, swish, swish......"

With the fourteen strong winds smashing down, the ninja who could not move under the momentum of the dust realm poured a large piece like cutting wheat.

Of course, not all of them attack from the top down, and some people attack horizontally.

The wind sounded, and countless people were swept down the magma next to it.

"Ahhh......h

A miserable howl was their last words before they died.

Hatred has always been ruthless.

"Cunning Shina, appear, Yagi Orochi!"

The old god ninja Watanabe Thirteen, he didn't expect Lin Lang's to launch an attack before he was ready to activate the scroll.

It is said that the people of the Dragon Kingdom like to waste their tongues the most, and they will never do anything if they don't see the last hole cards.

This Lin Lang does not play cards according to common sense!

With his shout, the ancient scroll in his hand flew into the air.

Immediately after, his hands quickly formed intricate imprints, and invisible ripples spread to the flying god-killing scrolls.

It was also at this time that Lin Lang killed in front of him, and the Flame Dragon Spear in his hand emitted endless flames, forcing back the surrounding masters.

"Stop him! Make sure Watanabe-senpai activates the scroll!"

Almost at the same time, two divine ninjas appeared beside the old man, and the Taidao in his hand waved, and a hurricane and an ice barrier appeared respectively, stopping Lin Lang from making a move.

The attack of the two was able to withstand Lin Lang. Ice and hurricanes confront fire and fire frantically, making it impossible for the rest of the ninjas next to them to resist.

The body that could not move was blown away in the fierce wind. In the air of all kinds of fighting energy, frantically tore, becoming a pile of minced meat, blowing around.

The whole scene of the battle has become a huge meat grinder from the beginning.

"Xiongyan underground, hurry up and fight for control of the God-killing Scroll!"

The big gourd in Jun Wuxian's hand was raised, as if a twelve-level storm had been blown, and a circle of strong winds blew all the people around him into the magma next to him.

Ruthless, no psychological burden!

Seeing the black light emitted by the god-killing scroll, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted to the underground Yuyan who was standing still behind him.

He was a crazy strangulation, but Yao Xi, who was not far away next to him, was somewhat unbearable after killing dozens of people.

If it was someone of the same strength, she might burst out with endless fighting spirit.

But a one-sided battle was not her pursuit at all, and hatred was not enough to support her in slaughtering too many people.

After all, she is a woman, and there is still a soft place in her heart, but the rest of Yuan Boyuan, Chen Zhaoqi, Tang Zhen and others are completely different.

Especially Tang Zhen, watching the twenty-nine children die of negligence, all the resentment is concentrated here.

The spear in his hand was like a flying dragon, almost bursting the void.

All the ninjas who were hit by him were all shattered into pieces, and none of them could keep their entire corpses.

The hearts of the dragon people are full of resentment, and they need to vent their anger and attack desperately. But Xiongyan Underground, who is also a Fuso person, does not have much hatred at all.

Even, there are many of them who are his descendants, and they can't do it at all.

Just when he was glad that Lin Lang did not force him to make a move, Jun Wuxian's voice came from his ears.

Fighting for control of the God-killing scroll allowed him to contribute a little, and after a little hesitation, he immediately agreed.

He knew very well that if he didn't do it, the dragon people present would not agree at all, and it was very likely that he would be allowed to fight.

In that case, it would be tantamount to slaughtering future generations with his own hands, which was definitely not what he wanted.

The promise was quite simple, but the speed of the hand was a little slower.

Even more terrifying is still to come, after all, he has just comprehended the mudra, and compared with Watanabe, who has been passed down from generation to generation, there is no comparison at all, and he can't compete for control.

Only then was he in a hurry, sweating profusely, his hands were almost crippled, and he couldn't stop the god-killing scroll from constantly changing, and the things sealed inside gradually came out.

As the God-Slaying Scroll unleashed its power, it was difficult for everyone to move, and the surrounding battles gradually came to a standstill.

That is, during the time period when the scroll exerted its power, most of the ninjas present were wiped out by the ancient warriors of the Dragon Kingdom who still had resistance.

Of the three thousand ninjas, less than two hundred still alive, most of them were concentrated around Watanabe and another god shinobi, surviving with the power of the scroll.

The ground was full of stumps and broken arms, pieces of flesh and blood, and blood flowed like a river. Fragments of the sword, the blade of which was everywhere, reflected a blood-red light.

The thick smell of blood, mixed with the smell of burnt flesh and blood, filled the air.

The huge gap in strength is not something that anyone can easily overcome. Jun Wuxian and the others didn't even have a violent gasp.

"Show up, Yaqi Orochi! The sacrificial flesh and blood are enough!"

At this moment, Watanabe Thirteen, who controlled the scroll, suddenly burst into a drink.

As his voice ended, the blood flowing from the scene suddenly rose off the ground and rushed into the sky.

The blood gathered faster and faster, almost forming a rain of blood that flew upside down.

All the blood entangled around the scroll was absorbed.

It was obviously emitting black light, but all the blooms at this moment turned blood red, as if coated with a layer of blood light!