The general trend of the world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time. The already crumbling rule of the Central Plains Dynasty collapsed under the impetus of the invasion of the Western Sword Stream and the ambition of the inside. The land of the Central Plains once again fell into a situation where the dragons were leaderless and separated.

But after all, Dongying is not as extensive as the Central Plains, and the lack of stamina is coupled with the stubbornness and tyranny of the Liuzhu Yan Magic Shiro who was resurrected by the Western Sword Stream, and under the internal and external difficulties, with the strangulation and calculation of many forces, the Eastern Ying Ninja Sect, which has invaded the Central Plains for many years, finally ushered in the end.

In the depths of the misty forest, the West Sword Flowing Lord Yan Magic Shilang and his party finally escaped from the Ascension and rushed to the heavens after the triple siege of the Pearl Tower. Although everyone was injured at the moment, fortunately, their lives were finally saved. Seeing that there were no pursuers behind them, everyone was looking forward to returning to the West Sword Flow Hall to reorganize the army. In the team, seeing that the atmosphere was gloomy and the same, Yamatai couldn't help but ask, "Akabane, why are you sure that Zhulou won't ambush again?" ”

The person asked by Yama Taixiao has red hair, red clothes, and a red fan, with a face like Lang Yu and a tall posture, like a proud burning Vermilion Bird, is none other than the Red Bird of the Western Sword Stream Military Division and the Four Heavenly Kings - Akabane Shinnosuke. His person can be said to be both civil and military, wise and close to demons, deeply trusted and loved by the West Sword Stream, and has made outstanding contributions in the process of the West Sword Stream's invasion of the Central Plains.

I saw that his eyes were lowered, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to be pointed, and after a slight groan, he turned sideways and replied to the people behind him: "If you have more strength, you will divide it, and the three killing arrays are already the limit, and Emperor Wen does not have the spare strength to deploy the endgame." ”

This answer made everyone commotion, after all, they were physically and mentally exhausted after breaking through the three killing formations, and the true yuan in their bodies was also exhausted, if there was an ambush or interception, they were almost powerless to fight again. Shinnosuke Akabane's assertion is basically an affirmation of the security at the moment.

"So we can rest easy, huh?"

As soon as this question came out, everyone was staring at Shinnosuke Akabane, for fear that he wouldn't be able to say anything.

In the face of everyone's hopeful eyes, although Shinnosuke Akabane wanted to comfort everyone that he was safe, the reality of the situation forced him to sideways to avoid the question again.

"Well..."

This evasion itself represented an answer, and Flame Magic Juro, who was at the front of the line, suddenly noticed two shocking palms striking at him. I saw that Yan Magic Shiro was calm, and his hands turned over, condensing the magnificent palm power on his hands. The palms intersected, and in an instant, the four sides shook, and the aftermath swept around, and for a while, the gravel and dust were raised, and everyone present was still shocked despite being prepared.

When the dust settled, everyone looked at it, but it was Yan Magic Shilang who took one enemy and two enemies, and forcibly took the joint blow of Shi Yanwen, the great Confucian man of Yunzhou, and the hidden mirror man, the culprit of all evils.

Yan Demon Shilang suddenly raised his strength, and his palm power became even stronger, wanting to shock the two of them. Shi Yanwen and Tibetan Mirror people did not want to turn the interception into a fundamental competition, but also took advantage of the situation to retreat. Although the Flame Magic Ten Lang forced the two to retreat, his injuries in the battle with Hei Bai Lang Jun did not heal, and at this time, Qiang Ti Zhenyuan was even more injured, staggering two steps and almost falling to the ground.

At this time, the rest of the West Sword Stream couldn't hide their shock, and Shinnosuke Akabane blurted out: "How is it possible?" Seeing that the people of the Western Sword Stream were about to rush forward to protect the Flame Demon Shilang, a swift and condensed sword qi broke through the air. The figure slowly emerged from the mist, and it was none other than Miyamoto Soji, who had betrayed the Western Sword Stream. In the distance, the footsteps of four people could be heard.

With the sound of footsteps, a mood called despair began to spread among the people of the Western Sword Stream.

The momentum of the lore has been achieved, with Emperor Liang Wuji opening the enchantment of the fiefdom, Liu Sheng Ghost Cry dissuaded everyone from helping Yan Magic Shilang, at this moment, it is the moment of decisive battle!

At the same time, the West Sword Stream is located in the stronghold of the Central Plains, and a group of left-behind ninjas are nervously waiting for news. Before, a ninja who escaped the three killing formations of the Huanzhu Tower informed everyone that the main person was intercepted and killed. The people of Xijianliu, who have always looked down on the people of the Central Plains, have the illusion that the sun is coming out of the west, as if their experience of invading the Central Plains for many years and doing whatever they want overnight is all fake.

Just when everyone gathered in one place and was looking forward to it, suddenly someone was crying, and the people around wanted to laugh at someone who was so cowardly, but found that they were so unbearable. One after another, the people of the Western Sword Stream found that they couldn't move a single bit, and it was unbelievable that someone had poisoned the Central Plains Headquarters of the West Sword Stream.

"Who is it!? Who poisoned it!? ”

Just when everyone was talking, there was a noisy sound of people not far away.

"Central Plains people? How dare the people of the Central Plains attack Xijianliu at this time? ”

"The people of the Central Plains are all cowards, and they will only use such despicable means!"

"Help, everyone, help us!"

Listening to the people of the Central Plains excitedly talking about the dying wails of the ninja of the West Sword Stream, everyone present staged a variety of life situations like a frying pan.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "I know!" Okita! It must be Okita Musashi of the medical department! No one but him can be poisoned! ”

"Yes, it must be him! I've long thought that there was something wrong with this guy, and the person close to the traitor Soji Miyamoto is also a traitor! ”

As soon as I was reminded, even if some people thought that Okita Musashi, a person who didn't know martial arts at all, would dare to poison at this time, but all over the West Sword Stream, in addition to Kirokawa Zi of the Medical Department, it seems that only Okita Musashi, who also belongs to the Medical Department, is so capable of poisoning.

"Musashi, is that you? You come out for me! ”

"Well, Inoue, why do you bother. Don't you already have the answer in mind? A person slowly walked out of the back hall of the hall, and saw that he was dressed in white without any decoration, his posture was upright, his demeanor was leisurely, and he was holding a waist-high knife, as if the poison in front of him was not under him.

"Why? Why is that? In Dongying, it was Xijianliu who took in the homeless you, and Lord Yichuan Zi cultivated you carefully, why do you want to betray Xijianliu now! ”

Seeing his long-time friend complaining about himself in tears, Okita Musashi helplessly brushed a strand of long hair in front of his forehead, "Is Purple cultivating me?" She's hungry for me, no, it should be said that it's the body of the greedy Red Feather, she's cheap. ”

Without waiting for the other party to ask anything, Okita Musashi easily ended up with a ninja who wanted to struggle to get up, and continued: "Look at my dress, except for the different colors, which one is not the purple guy who refers to Akabane's dress?" Fortunately, I was as good as a jade, so I didn't let Zi succeed. Ha~ Hearing me say this, your face is actually distorted like this. It seems that you are an admirer of Murasaki Yikawa? ”

"Okita! You also say you don't know martial arts! ”

"ε=( ́ο'*)))) Alas, if surgery is considered martial arts, then I should be considered martial arts."

Although he said this, Okita Musashi still held his hand steady and accurate, killing one step at a time, and the bloody atmosphere gradually spread.

It's not that the people of the West Sword Stream present have not killed anyone, and some of them have killed far more people than Okita Musashi killed today, but they still shudder at the deep eyes of Okita Musashi. These people looked at their reflection in Okita Musashi's eyes, and they didn't get angry at all, just like corpses, and gradually their breath faded away like corpses, and finally they fell into nothingness.

Inoue, who witnessed everything, was shocked, and he had only heard of this kind of murderous move in his eyes in legends.

"Huh, if you don't cultivate internal force or spiritual power, it's still too burdensome to rely on your special physique to strengthen your eyebrows and ancestors." Okita Musashi rubbed his eyebrows and let out a sigh.

At this moment, the ninja who was lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, and the long knife in his hand vowed to split Okita Musashi in half with a cold wind.

I saw Okita Musashi smile at Inoue unhurriedly, and then his body moved slightly, and the knife in his hand was gently sent forward, and he saw that the ninja who attacked and killed was pierced through the heart as if he had hit the tip of the knife.

The onlooker Inoue saw clearly, Okita Musashi used the distortion of his body and the light to make the ninja who attacked him unable to find the target and not notice the knife that was quietly stretched out, neither his eyesight nor his ability exceeded the limit of an ordinary person, but it was such a simple action that killed a ninja who had been honed for many years, although the ninja was poisoned first, but it was still very surprising.

"How ~ there is ~ can ~ can ~" said the last words intermittently, and the ninja finally fell unwillingly. And Okita Musashi shook the long knife, and the blade was as smooth as new in an instant, and there was no trace of blood left.

"What a knife, Inoue, how is my blink swordsmanship? Can it still be in the eyes? ”

Blink Swordsmanship???

What the hell is this name!