When Yamamoto Aoji and others were squatting down to observe hard, black figures slowly became visible in the dark among the eighteen ancient branches scattered around them. "This article is provided by e"

Without any discussion, the black shadow reached out and took out a bottle half finger-long, unscrewed the bottle in a silent and evil laughter, and dripping colorless liquid dripped down from the bottle, scattering quietly among the grass on the ground. Then, a stream of colorless and odorless gas began to spread silently but extremely quickly around the surroundings with the droplets falling to the ground.

In less than a minute, this extremely expandable gas enveloped the entire area, completely enveloping more than 400 people including Yamamoto Aoji, without exception. The slightest gas penetrated into their bodies along their rapid breathing due to tension and began to spread quickly.

However, no one of them noticed the strangeness of this, let alone any countermeasures.

In this way, when they observed quietly for about three minutes, the faint laughter in front of them disappeared again, and everything returned to the tranquility before them.

After waiting for a while again, Yamamoto Aoji quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to signal the people around him to continue moving forward, preparing to surround the Chinese warriors in front of him.

But just as he was about to raise his hand, his brain suddenly felt dizzy. And as soon as the dizziness came out, an extremely tired sense of weakness did not give him any chance to think, and swept across his body like a tide.

Bang……

He couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, and his arms that were holding the ground began to tremble violently without control.

What's going on?

What's wrong with this?

Yamamoto Aoji raised his head vigorously, but the scene that caught his eyes made his heart tremble violently. He was originally focused on staring at his subordinates in front of him and the elites of the Black Dragon Society, and he was kneeling on the ground like himself without exception, with his face full of weakness and fatigue. Someone was even lying completely on the ground, motionless as if he was dead.

With the help of the faint moonlight that penetrated the branches and leaves into the forest, Yamamoto Aoji could see the obvious doubt and even fear in everyone's eyes.

What is even more strange and even scary is the scene at this time, quiet! Extremely quiet! Extremely quiet!

More than 400 people were kneeling on the ground and their faces were full of fear, but no one made any noise. It was not that they didn't want to make a terrified shout, but that there seemed to be a ball of cotton in their throats, making no sound in their open mouths.

The extreme feeling of fatigue made them even more ragingly swallow their bodies like complete ants.

Just when they were confused, frightened or even helpless, accompanied by gentle laughter, black shadows slowly fell from the tall trees beside them, and fell quietly to them.

"Haha...hehe..."

Balls of torches rose up one after another around them.

"Yamamoto Aoji... It's been a long time since I saw you." Huang Quan, who had a strong face, sneered and slowly walked to Yamamoto Aoji with a trembling body. Along the way, the saber waved, and the cold blade slashed through the throats of one person like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting one after another of life and blood!

Grim and terrifying!

He looked at the figures and faces in front of him, which were already very familiar to him.

Being trapped! Poisoned!

It turns out...this is the plan of the Chinese warriors.

What a vicious warrior!

But... when did you get poisoned, when did the people around you get poisoned? Why did you work together at the same time?

As if seeing Yamamoto Aoji's doubts, Huang Quan sneered: "You guessed that, you were poisoned. Although this poison cannot take your lives, it can give you an hour-long period of weakness. This is not ordinary weakness. It is enough to make you more vulnerable than babies in this hour.

It is called... Locking water!"

Locking water, at Xing Ying's request, Shangguan Ze immediately tested the poison for thirty-six days. However, although this poison has strong efficacy, it is inversely proportional to its efficacy, and the raw materials are difficult to find. The materials collected by Xing Ying and others only refined eighteen small bottles. This is another meaning of their travels back and forth throughout southern Japan during this period.

Looking at the comatose and weak ninjas casually, Shangguan Ze shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems that I underestimated the efficacy of this poison. If I had known that they were so effective, we would have left five or six bottles before going to meet another 500 troops."

Xing Ying sneered and grabbed a ninja, and suddenly had a bucket with his left claw, which immediately pierced his heart, and then threw it aside: "It is a great harvest to kill these four hundred people without any effort."

The fierce and violent face of the Hongyu, with a ferocious face, pinched a ninja's neck with a ferocious look, and slowly lifted him up. "I didn't expect to play with the ninja so casually, hehe... Although it's not as good as fighting, it's a rare pleasure to do this occasionally." As he said that, his head leaned forward and bit the ninja's throat.

Click...

A crisp sound of a broken throat came from the Hongyu's mouth, and then a sound of gurgling blood swept across the entire area.

Xing Ying and others who were used to drinking human blood, who had become accustomed to Hongyu's habit of drinking human blood, did not change much, but the weak ninjas sitting on the ground all had pale faces.

Although they are ninjas, they are not afraid of death, but... they are bitten by someone like this and drink blood... but they are cold all over, and the bone-broken chill covers their hearts.

Bypassing Yamamoto Aoji, Xing Ying came to Fukuda Kazumi and chuckled softly: "Looking at these pairs of cow's eyes, you should be that Fukuda Kazumi."

"Hahaha..." Everyone sneered.

After coming behind Fukuda Kazuki, the wolf teeth with slightly white teeth grabbed his head, tearing up his limp body, and then said coldly in his ear: "Brother Ying is asking you..."

The severe pain above his head, which was almost torn off, made Fukuda Katsuki's weak body tremble even more. His eyes, which were a little scared just now, were completely filled with anger and humiliation. Thinking of his dignified sect leader, the powerful and arrogant Shangnin, never suffered such insults.

It would be strange if he wasn't angry.

"Tsk tsk... don't talk." The resentment and resentment in Fukuda Katsuki's eyes deepened the smile on Xing Ying's face. The left claw that had just penetrated a ninja's chest was lifted up again and gently placed it on Fukuda Katsuki's throat.

There was no sign of precursor, and the thumb and index finger suddenly tucked.

Click...

The sharp claws immediately pierced his throat, and a stream of thin blood spurted out.

The tremor of his body became more intense again. Fukuda Katsuzumi, who was full of resentment, wanted to curse, but he had no strength in his body to express his anger with his eyes.

However, Xing Ying had no idea of ​​respecting the elderly. The more angry Fukuda Katsuki was, the brighter he smiled, and his left claw, covered in sticky blood, slowly slashed on him without stopping.

The bloody mouths were clearly exposed to the torch in the seemingly random strokes.

After the seventeenth arrest, Fukuda Katsuki's chest was covered in blood and blood, and his resentful eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

"Okay." Xing Ying's face suddenly turned cold: "Let you live for ten more minutes, which is considered respect for your Supreme Ninja. Below... we should say goodbye!" As soon as he finished speaking, his right claw suddenly grabbed Fukuda Kazuki's throat and twisted it without any hesitation.

Click...

A noble sect leader and a powerful sect ninja died miserably and humiliatedly in the blink of an eye. He was so energetic that he did not even fight with Xing Ying, the Chinese warrior unit, and he was so heartbroken that he had just met.

Throwing the corpse on the ground, Dugu Lingtian, who was beside him, waved his sword and cut it hard at the neck of the corpse.

No hesitation or pause!

He... has become accustomed to it!

He took a deep breath of the strong blood in the air, and Xing Ying's face was full of enjoyment. They were not afraid of the poison in the air who took the medicine in advance: "Enjoy it, there are more than 400 people, enough for you to kill."

As Xing Ying finished speaking, a series of gloomy laughter immediately sounded in the ninjas' ears, and cold sword lights gradually approached them.

Massacre...extremely simple!extremely bloody!.
Chapter completed!