There were a series of dull sounds, Long Junchen's fist shadow mixed with strong wind, and the ninja was not sure how many times he had been fisted by Long Junchen. He blocked the upper and lower parts, and was overwhelmed with the left and right sides, and he was overwhelmed with the help of Long Junchen. Long Junchen was extremely quick, extremely fierce and accurate, with a determined aura of fighting spirit. In less than a stick of incense, the ninja was already retreating like a dead fish, and the clothes used to wrap Yin Mi's body were also torn to pieces, and he was in a mess.

Finally, after the ninja was punched again, he took a step back half a step. Gu Jing Wubo's face finally showed a hint of fear and a hint of retreat. He originally thought that even if the plan failed, the bomb could blow them seriously and he could escape unscathed. However, in the current situation, this kid could not only jump around, but looking at his aggressive spirit, he had to take his life?!

In the face of death, people will always maintain an instinct for survival. Everyone is no exception. The ninja squinted his eyes at the dark shadow that was entangled like a maggot on his tars. He also became angry for a moment. He screamed, and he didn't know where he got his strength. He broke free from Long Junchen's fists and feet that were tightly stuck around his body like a candy. He pulled away half of his body with Long Junchen. He didn't plan to run away. His fighting spirit was at a disadvantage now. If he retreated, he would really have to die.

The ninja shook his wrists and pulled out another light blue sword from somewhere. Long Junchen felt speechless. Is this ninja not heavy at all with so many swords on his body?

In just a moment, the ninja roared, and the sword force was like a rainbow that broke through the sky. The sword intent was full of sword shadows, turning into a silver rain to protect his whole body. Long Junchen felt that the sharp sword energy of the silver rain slightly cut open his skin. His fist, which was like a storm, paused slightly, and finally forced the sword energy to retreat several steps.

There was only a sound of nailing the ground. The ninja finally repelled Long Junchen. His legs bent and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth. He finally leaned on the sword to the ground with his trembling right hand. The tip of the sword pierced into the wet country soil, trembling slightly. With the layer of soil, there were a few strange patterns. A sirens faintly came from the distance. It seemed that the Japanese "efficient" policeman was late.

When Long Junchen thought of this, he was still a little angry. If someone really encountered a few things, the Japanese police station's efficiency would have long been nowhere to go. It seems that the police in the East are just like this. The police films are exciting, but the police in reality are very lazy.

A trace of blood slowly dripped down the corner of the ninja's mouth. There was no red blood in the dark, but the strong smell of blood was not hidden, and it soon spread in the air and merged with Long Junchen's hideous murderous intent.

The ninja used his hands to make a fist, covered his mouth and coughed twice. He looked at the face of the not far away, not like Long Junchen, who had just had close contact with the bomb. He felt a chill. He was about to speak, but he felt a pain in his body. There seemed to be countless small knives cutting him in his meridians. It seemed that there was a needle jumping in his temple, and it was getting faster and faster.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the ninja's mouth. He knew that this was Long Junchen's previous attack like a storm. After the punch and kick, his internal organs were completely damaged, his body was completely weak, and his legs were about to stand unsteadily. Facing an enemy with a calm face and even a relaxed smile, the ninja knew that he had lost the best chance to kill the enemy, and he had completely lost the confidence to take action.

The ninja covered his chest, and the blood marks on his clothes were shocking. He saw the young man still standing there quietly, not knowing whether he was accumulating energy or thinking about other things. He had a slight thought, just as he wanted to say a few harsh words before his death like his previous seniors, but he never thought that the injuries in his body suddenly recurred and coughed up a few bloodshots, but he didn't say a single word.

"When I was in the hotel, I saw you when I was smoking, right?" Long Junchen leaned forward slightly, his arms lazily inserted into his pants pocket, his eyes bent exaggeratedly, but his whole aura seemed to disappear into the darkness. Only those light words floated around and slowly into the ninja's ears.

When the ninja heard Long Junchen's words, he once again had an absurd and shocked thought in his heart. That boy discovered himself at that time? Who is he?!

You should know that in his organization, although he is not the most powerful force, he has long been able to compare himself with assassination, body shape, and escape and escape. With his coarse cloth clothes, the ancient sword on his waist, and a black cloth covering his face, the soul he harvested has already been three digits, and all those who seek revenge seem to never catch up with his tail.

He was confident that when he was following Long Junchen that day, his figure was found very well, as if he was integrated with the surrounding scenic buildings, without any sound, and even his sense of existence seemed extremely ethereal. I am afraid that even if a servant walked past him, he would not find him.

But even so, he was still told by this young man with a gentle smile. He was shocked and felt more fear, fear from the heart. Who is this young man?

Long Junchen did not give this ninja a chance to talk nonsense because the police car had arrived, and he knew that these people were all Deadpools, and many things were impossible to pry out from these people's mouths. He had already cut off that idea. Long Junchen's toes slightly, and he came to the ninja like a Taoist arrow. A black cold light flashed by. Long Junchen pulled out the dragon-patterned dagger and gently cut it. He felt the familiar tremor from the tip of the dagger. Long Junchen knew that he had succeeded. He smiled contemptuously and kicked the ninja's belly without even leaving his name. Then he lit his feet and flashed back like a smoky smoke, as if he had not taken action.

The ninja's body softened and looked at his opponent helplessly. Then his eyes slowly blurred and finally turned black. He fainted in desolately in the mud of the wilderness. He let out a few inconspicuous low moans, his body covered with scars, like a stray dog ​​with skin fungus, slowly dying in the dark suburbs.
Chapter completed!