Let's say that Qian Wanli and Fengyulai made a move in anger, seeing that Futian was about to die on the spot, but a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and Futian disappeared in the white light at this moment, and then the two of them only felt thousands of fine particles fascinated in their eyes, and subconsciously rubbed their eyes, and while rubbing their eyes, they only heard a sharp shout from the wind in the sky behind them: "Be careful!"

Qian Wanli and the others quickly retreated, but it was too late, and the figures of the two of them staggered back five steps, slamming heavily on the silver-white soft sand. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info The bodies of Qian Wanli, who had fallen to the ground and died, were covered with a thin layer of white powder, and there was a three-inch-long knife mark on each of their chests against the white background, and the knife mark was one inch deep and three. And a few red blood stains around the knife marks are like a few plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

Seeing this, everyone was even more shocked in their hearts, Feng Zhongtian slowly stood up from Li Renlong's corpse, watching his only son Fengyulai and Qian Wanli die in front of him without warning, and the figure that stood up couldn't help but shake, and the people around couldn't help but say: "Old Hero ...... Feng" and "Old Man Feng ......"

Feng Zhongtian stood still with difficulty, waved his hand, and said sadly: "I don't want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person today!" suddenly turned around and looked at Futian angrily, his eyes were cracked, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Beast!

Futian won two games in a row and killed three people, where did he still put Feng Zhongtian in his eyes at this moment, and laughed wildly at the moment: "...... Xi Xi" waved the demon knife in his hand and slashed Feng Zhongtian's head from top to bottom.

Unexpectedly, Yan Batian, who was still trimming his nails, suddenly flashed a trace of sadness in his eyes, and the sadness was fleeting, and at the same time, the demon knife in his hand flashed up, and when there was a loud sound, Futian's demon knife was shocked to the ground, and Feng Zhongtian's footsteps stopped sharply, because the demon knife in Yan Batian's hand was tightly pressed against his throat.

Futian didn't know why, and looked at Yan Batian in a daze, although he was full of doubts, he didn't dare to ask. Feng Zhongtian looked at Yan Batian, who was born in front of him with an extremely delicate appearance and looked like a woman, and knew that the other party's martial arts must be much higher than his own, and laughed miserably: "What? kill the old man!"

Yan Batian's paper-thin lips squeezed out a sneer, and said, "Who will give your son a funeral when you die!"

Feng Zhongtian was already mourning more than dying at this moment, and laughed at the moment: "I don't know whether to live or die? At least the old man is above board, but what about you despicable and shameless Orientals?

Everyone on the side nodded secretly at this moment, and some even whispered: "That's it!

A group of Japanese samurai opposite everyone raised their eyebrows when they heard this, clenched the Muramasa demon knife in their hands, Fukuda looked at Yan Batian and Tanaka Zhengjian, Yan Batian was silent, and was looking at Tanaka Zhengjian, who was already driving in front of the three painting boats, with his back to Feng Zhongtian, snorted coldly, and said: "Ignorant people!

The martial arts people in Middle-earth, including Feng Zhongtian, were all surprised: "Ninjutsu?!"

You must know that during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, most of the martial arts people in the Central Plains knew that there was a martial arts called ninjutsu in Japan, but few people had seen the real ninjutsu with their own eyes, and the Central Plains martial arts regarded Japanese ninjutsu as a kind of blinding, and they had a disdain for it in their hearts.

A Japanese samurai, but seeing the surprised appearance of the martial arts people in Middle-earth, one by one couldn't help but put their swords at their waists, their hands wrapped around their arrogant chests, and their faces shone with smugness shining in the sun.

It's just that at this moment, a crisp and pleasant woman's voice came from the shore less than a zhang away: "How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon, and ninjutsu also comes from my big country in China?"

Tanaka Zhengjian's grim eyes squeezed out a trace of coldness, and Yan Batian's voice was still as sharp as a woman, and he had already reprimanded: "Miss Xiaojin, what are you doing here!, why don't you see your sweetheart?!"

At the same time, the three painting boats behind Xiao Jin walked down three groups of people in turn, one group was the Shaolin Wudang Beggar Gang's three major sects, the first to go was the Wudang head of the fairy wind and bones, and Yun Zhongge, the law enforcement elder of the beggar gang who was born with the appearance of Li Kui, and the Shaolin Master Zhicheng and Zhifang Master of the Shaolin faction who were missing Master Zhiyuan bowed their heads and followed closely.

The second group is the old man of Longmen who is familiar with the secrets of martial arts, and Chang Xiaoyu behind the old man of Longmen who is still kind and smiling is wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe and is looking for someone all over the scene, Chang Xiaoyu's back is followed by six strong men in black who are quite familiar in the martial arts, but these strong men in black have high temples, and they are all martial arts masters who cultivate both inside and outside.

The third group is an old man who rides the same boat with Xiao Jin, and a dizzy old man with a white cloth banner for fortune-telling.

Xiao Jin, but when he heard Yan Batian's cold words, a cold look flashed between his eyebrows, and he said: "If you don't have the advantage of your tongue, do you dare to say that Oriental ninjutsu is not derived from 'Sun Tzu's Art of War'?"

Yan Batian's eyes dodged and he was silent. Seeing that the martial arts people of the Central Plains who had previously been wise enough to protect themselves from the three major sects all shouted loudly at this moment: "Well said!" Even the Venerable Master Forget Worries, Yun Zhongge, and Master Zhifang couldn't help but nod their heads in praise secretly. And Fukuda, who didn't know when he picked up his knife, had been looking at Shino in a daze since Shinohin appeared, and suddenly said: "This girl, have you ever seen such a Sun Tzu's art of war?" said that his right hand was raised slightly, and a brilliant white light flashed in the sun, and Fukuda suddenly disappeared in this brilliant white light, just for a moment, a knife suddenly appeared out of the white light, a Fukuda's Muramasa demon knife.

The group of heroes but saw that Futian's strange move was prominent, and when he changed, he was like an antelope hanging horns without warning, if it was used against the enemy by two sides, it would be surprisingly victorious, but his face was pretending to be calm and laughing. Xiao Jin said even more coldly: "This trick is just to use the sunlight to sprinkle the lime powder prepared in advance and then take the opportunity to knock down the other party.

Everyone glanced at the layer of white ash on the corpses of Qian Wanli and Feng Fenglai, and they already understood it in their hearts. And Fukuda was stunned, and Tanaka Zhengjian's vigorous voice started, and said: "Girl, don't you know that your country has a saying that blue is better than blue?!"

Xiao Jin smiled: "In this way, the predecessors admit that ninjutsu originated from our country!"

Tanaka Zhengjian didn't want his words to be used by Xiao Jin, and he was slightly angry at the moment, and said: "You and Ren Wandering destroyed the old man's secret cave treasure knife before, and the old man hasn't settled accounts with you, and now he is here to refer to the deer as a horse, a bunch of nonsense!" Fu said coldly: "Tian'er!