When the fist reached the black-clothed chest of the Japanese slave ninja, Seifu Dao Chang only felt a beat in his heart, and he found that under this punch, it was as if it had hit an empty place, empty, as if there was nothing.

People can't cultivate to this level no matter what, so this should be the most prestigious ninjutsu among the Japanese ninjas.

At that moment, Qingfeng Dao Chang's heart sank, and he quickly withdrew his fist strength and spread it around his body to defend. At this time, Master Wukong and the others had already reacted, and they saw Master Wukong wave his palms and prepare to rush back from the front to help the battle.

Don't talk about the slanted thorn, another person rushed out of the woods, this person has a graceful figure, and there is no scarf on his face, it is the best kind of Muzi who talks to Master Wukong like an old friend.

As soon as this Shangshan Mu Zifu appeared, he made a move to attack, and every knife was extremely powerful, leaving no room between shots.

Master Wukong has been on guard for a long time, so a pair of fleshy palms to unfold the Thousand Hands Rulai Palm, and he is not afraid of the good Muzi's grabbing.

On the contrary, his skills are deeper than those of Shangshan Muzi, and he is at ease, and then he said: "Miss Shangshan, I don't know where the poor monk and others offended the young lady, and they have to put the poor monk to death!"

Since Shangshan Muzi appeared again, he has attacked more than 30 knives, and the knives are all fast and ruthless, tricky and weird, which is really unguardable.

But even so, it didn't shake Master Wukong's palm at all, but was slowly worn out by Master Wukong, and his attacks became more and more messy.

At this time, seeing that Master Wukong could still speak, Shangshan Muzi simply stopped attacking, retreated sharply, flashed to a big tree, a knife, and said with a smile: "Hehe! The Wukong Master of Shaolin really deserves his reputation! No matter how hard the little woman is, I am afraid that it will be difficult to defeat the master!"

When Master Wukong saw Shangshan Muzi retreating, he didn't pursue, but just looked around and found that there were no less than five Japanese slave ninjas around him at this time, each of whom had superb sword skills and a fluttering figure.

And Wu Mingzhi is not far from his master, fighting with a Japanese slave ninja, fortunately, Wu Mingzhi has the three flavors of Wudang martial arts, and he spreads out, although it is not as solemn as his master, but it is also decent, and he will not be taken by the Japanese slave ninja for a while.

As for the youngest Zhou Shen, he also danced the Qi Mei stick and unfolded the Shaolin dragon subduing stick method, and he actually fought two Japanese slave ninjas without falling below.

At the moment, seeing that the four of them are all fine, and Zhou You and Zhou Ming can't hide, Master Wukong is also relieved, slowly looking at the woods, only to see the shadows in the woods, and I don't know how many Japanese ninjas are ambushed, at the moment Master Wukong looked up at the Shangshan Muzi on the treetops, and said lightly: "Miss Shangshan, you have no grudges with Shaolin in the past, and no enmity recently, why do you want to intercept a few poor monks here?"

"Didn't I just say it?" Shangshan Muzi's eyes moved, and he said with a smile, "When the little girl was in Japan, she admired the stunts of Shaolin and Wudang in the Central Plains for a long time, and she always wanted to find the masters of Shaolin and Wudang to ask for benefits.

After all, whether it is the five Japanese ninja masters around Qingfeng Dao Chang, or the two Japanese slave ninjas who participated in the battle of Zhou, when these Japanese slaves attack, they act as if they are enemies, and they are ruthless, and there are even Japanese slave ninjas who ignore their fists and sticks, and stop the other party's attack alone, just to create an opportunity for their accomplices to attack.

This kind of battle is no different from a vendetta of life and death, but this slave woman still says so, is it not good to deceive her own eyesight?

At that moment, Master Wukong glared angrily and shouted: "Ah! If you really want to see life and death with the poor monk and others, then open the skylight and say something! Although the poor monk and the others are outsiders, they are not slaughtered by others! If not, then retreat as soon as possible, and don't be obsessed here!"

Seeing Master Wukong's appearance, Shangshan Muzi knew that the old monk was only afraid that he had already moved the nameless fire, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that the old monk would use thunderous means and not hesitate to kill the killer!

Although he is one of the best ninja in Japan, his martial arts are high, and he can also rank first in Japan.

But compared with this Central Plains master, it is still quite inferior, and he really has to fight to the death, even if he performs ninjutsu, he and this old monk will not survive more than 300 moves, and he will be injured and defeated by the old monk!

Hearing this, Master Wukong understood that he had nothing to talk about with this slave woman anymore, and at the moment, his body was longitudinal, like a goshawk, rising and rushing towards Shangshan Muzi.

He has also seen that although there are many of these Japanese slave ninjas, they are led by this woman, as long as this woman is captured, it will not be difficult for him and others to get out.

It's just that he volleyed on Shangshan Muzi, thinking that Shangshan Muzi would panic even if he didn't dodge.

Unexpectedly, he saw Shangshan Muzi standing still on the tree, as if he didn't care about Master Wukong.

Although Master Wukong felt strange in his heart, he couldn't care about it, and at that moment, his palms opened and closed, and he took it towards Shangshan Muzi.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to catch Shangshan Muzi, he heard an exclamation and a miserable scream.

The people who made these two sounds, Master Wukong was very familiar, and it was Zhou Shen, a disciple of Master Wucong, who exclaimed, and it was Wudang's Qingfeng Dao Master who screamed.

At that moment, Master Wukong's heart trembled, he borrowed a branch and turned around, and when he looked back, he saw that not far away, Zhou Shenzheng was like a demon covering his eyebrows, constantly attacking Wu Mingzhi.

But Wu Mingzhi was holding a bloody short dagger to block Zhou Shen's attack.

Not far from the two, a group of Japanese slave ninjas surrounded the Qingfeng Dao Chief, who was dressed in a blue robe, and the Qingfeng Dao Chief's face was pale, looking at the two fighting in the distance with a look of disbelief, and his hand was pressed on his waist, where blood was gurgling.

"Mingzhi, why do you want to do this?" asked Qingfeng Dao Chief, ignoring the Japanese slave ninjas around him, and instead looked at Wu Mingzhi with a hideous and ruthless face.

At this time, Wu Mingzhi kept retreating from Zhou Shen's attacks, and he was still at ease, and replied angrily at the moment: "Hmph! You old thing, I have asked you for the Taijiquan Sutra several times, but you have rejected me because I can't cultivate the boxing method! Instead, I said that I have a talent for swordsmanship, let me practice the real martial arts of Nalao Shizi! It's really funny, in the martial arts, who doesn't know that the mastery at the bottom of the Wudang box is Taiji, you don't teach me this apprentice to keep Taiji, but do you want to bring it into the coffin?"

Hearing that Wu Mingzhi's sneak attack seriously injured himself was the reason, Qingfeng Dao Chang looked depressed, and muttered: "Old Dao thought that you had a good understanding of the sword path, and I wanted you to start from the cultivation of the true martial sword, until the end, let the senior brother in charge pass on your Tai Chi true meaning and integrate it into the sword technique! In this way, although you can't learn the Tai Chi sword technique, your martial arts should also be able to reach the world's first-class, and the sword can also be the strongest in the world! Unexpectedly...... Ay...... But I saw the wrong person, how can a narrow-minded person like you be worthy of being the successor of Wudang, and how can you be my Qingfeng's apprentice!!"

After saying that, the head of the Qingfeng Dao suddenly hit his waist and eyes, and his body was like a fierce tiger, and he pounced on the Japanese ninjas who were surrounding him.

These ninjas originally wanted to wait for the Seifuchi to bleed a little more and weaken before besieging them. At this time, seeing that Qingfeng Dao Chang took the lead in attacking, they no longer kept their hands, and several people attacked together and killed them together.

It's just that Qingfeng Dao Chang has practiced the Taijiquan Sutra, although he has not really reached the height of Zhang Sanfeng, the patriarch of the Wudang Creation School, but at least he has practiced Taijiquan proficiently, and between one move and one style, the power is extremely huge.

At this time, he resented himself for accepting the criminals, and was besieged by these Japanese ninjas, knowing that his waist and eyes were injured, and if there were masters among the Japanese slaves, he was afraid that his life would not be long.

At the moment, he was also unreserved, one move and one style, opening and closing, and in a short time, three punches and two kicks knocked these seven or eight ninjas to the ground.

At this time, Master Wukong also gave up Shangshan Muzi and hurriedly came back to help.

It's just that when the Seifu Dao Leader had just knocked the seven or eight ninjas to the ground, and the blood on his waist and eyes was flowing out more, and his steps were a little soft, he saw that behind him, at some point, a Japanese samurai wearing a Japanese slave kimono and wearing a Japanese slave hair bun appeared on his head.

This man was about thirty years old, dressed in gray clothes, with a sword in his hands, and appeared behind the Qingfeng Dao chief, so he bowed to the end, bowed, and said in that Japanese slave language.

Then he slowly stood up straight, choked, pulled out the Japanese slave sword, held the knife at the side with both hands, and looked at Qingfeng Dao fiercely.

And Qingfeng Dao Chang only reacted at this time, turned around, looked at this Japanese slave warrior, and only felt that a crazy and terrifying momentum continued to rise in him, knowing that this person could be his great enemy even if he was in his prime, let alone now.

At that moment, Qingfeng Dao Chang smiled miserably, put on a starting pose, and stood there without hesitation, obviously preparing to fight hard.

Seeing that the Qingfeng Dao Chief's serious injury state, this Japanese slave warrior's posture still did not deviate at all, and he couldn't help but be quite respectful in his heart, and said a word of Japanese slave words with a solemn expression, and after his face was full of approval, the whole person burst into applause, and the momentum completely exploded, like a desolate beast that had returned from ancient times, rushing towards the Qingfeng Dao Chief.

I saw him raise the sword above his head with both hands, and slashed out with a mediocre sword, which seemed to be without the slightest surprise. But Master Wukong, who was hurrying to help in the distance, changed his face and murmured: "Asura Three Swords, this Japanese slave has cultivated such a magic sword?"

Sure enough, the knife of this Japanese slave seemed harmless, but after a knife, it passed sideways with the head of the Qingfeng Dao, and a faint visible blood line appeared on the throat of the head of the Qingfeng Dao, obviously under this knife, the victory and defeat have been divided, and the head of the Qingfeng Dao has died tragically at the hands of this Japanese slave.