The sneering sound continued to tear through the air, and Hanzo's ninja robe had turned into rags, stained with blood.

The ancient Chinese swordsmanship made him powerless to fight back, so he could only grit his teeth to deal with it.

Being able to take on the flying sword and attack continuously, the white tiger is worthy of the title that has been passed down from generation to generation in Hattori Hanzo.

But at the same time, it is also an unequal duel, and there is no fairness at all. The flying sword is advantageous against long-range enemies.

On the battlefield, strength is respected, any means can be used, and the White Tiger's mistake is to pursue it alone in depth, and now it is useless to regret it.

The sword light frantically swept by, cutting the mask on his face, and a streak of blood instantly condensed into ice, like the countless wounds on his body, full of bright red ice chips!

Hanzo's entire face was completely exposed to the cold wind, and the intertwined scars on it showed that he had been tempered by inhumanity.

The pinnacle of ninjas, Shiroshinobi! This is the Predator!

Nothing could stop him from moving forward.

He's a killing machine that doesn't speak.

Words are like gold, and there are only enemies and shrines in your eyes!

The flying sword jumped back into his hand, and Ye Fan's contemptuous gaze looked at the tired White Tiger Hanzang from afar.

The so-called oracle is just a mortal!

Scorna –

Hanzo tore off his ragged clothes, which were torn into strips of cloth and shredded into strips of cloth, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He was half naked, revealing the great achievements left behind by half his life's war, those horrific scars, as if he had undergone the most painful torture.

Slowly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, in the violent cold wind, Hanzo took a step back, put on a posture, his eyes were cold, moving like a rabbit, rolling up his body, the whole person was like a tornado, the blade was sharp and flashing, the sound of the wind tearing was endless, the air flow became crazy, roaring!

The murderous aura and sword aura are still dazzling in the Siberian cold wave and gale, this is the true level of the white tiger, the real combat power, crazy spinning, and the sword light is boundless!

Mystery - Wild Slash!

Madness is the majestic wind suppressed under his mask, the wild knife dances, and no one dares to take it!

Faintly showing the tendency of swallowing this mountain and river.

The air was crushed, the hail was chopped into powder, and he was going to grind his opponent into a puddle of minced flesh with his sword.

A hint of a sinister smile floated at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth at this time!

Under the hood of a cluster of shining golden ropes, it circled towards the rotating figure of the white tiger Hanzo, and after a few entanglements, it easily defused this overwhelming attack.

In front of Taoist magic weapons, ordinary human beings can only be caught obediently.

"Collect!" Zhen Qi swayed, and the golden rope was driven by the vitality to tighten Hanzo's body.

Streaks of blood bloomed from the gold, and when they ticked, they immediately formed into patches of syrupy red ice.

The muscles in the white tiger's arms trembled incessantly, as if they were about to burst, and he was still unable to break free from this strange rope despite all his strength.

The long knife was dropped at his feet, his hands clenched into fists in agony, and a gurgling sound erupted through the joints of his body.

"Ah......h

The indifferent killing intent flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and the flying sword shot out, not giving him any chance to turn the tables!

The moment the sword light took off his hand, Ye Fan suddenly felt a burst of coldness through his body, and that feeling came from instinctive perception, just like a praying mantis catching a cicada, and the yellow finch was behind!

In the moment of lightning, a strong wind suddenly appeared, slapped fiercely, roared and pierced, and a palm that appeared out of thin air hit his chest accurately, as fast as lightning, light as a probing bag.

It's like a slap in the face of God!

Bang! Bang!

Ye Fan's staggered body fell backwards again and again, and then his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed up the corners of his mouth.

The flying sword stabbed the white tiger in the chest, but because he lost control, he couldn't move an inch, and it was only half a centimeter away from his heart.

This half centimeter saved his life.

Covering his heart with one hand, pulling out the dagger, and tearing off the gold rope with the other, the white tiger staggered a few times before he stabilized his mind.

"You all underestimate his strength and identity......" The man in Chinese clothes standing between the two smiled and raised his hands.

With just one move, he hit Ye Fan hard and cleaned up the situation.

It's really incredible, a shocking reversal!

"Can you no longer hide your head and show your tail?" Raising his hand to wipe the blood, Ye Fan turned his head and spat out the phlegm, and as soon as he landed, there was a bloody ice slag.

The person who appeared in front of him was a super master who had been hiding and not revealing his breath, and his strength was definitely beyond any Japanese that Ye Fan knew, but this young appearance was extremely asymmetrical with his terrifying strength.

The stealth technique, coupled with the ghostly terrifying speed, is much more clever than Fujiwara Mailan, and her strength is several orders of magnitude stronger!

The demeanor of a general in his gestures is only qualified by those in power who stand at the top of the pyramid.

Master, a rare master in the world!

"Hehe, you have no way out, surrender or perish, choose as soon as possible. The man smiled faintly and said, "The Divine Palace is lacking a great commander, I think you are very suitable." ”

"Really, how much money will I have?" Ye Fan also smiled and straightened his waist slightly.

That palm shook his lungs and hurt his meridians, and the situation in front of him was probably about to be planted.

He still failed to calculate to the end, did not kill the white tiger, but fell into a desperate situation and fell short.

The opponent's ability to capture the fighter is too strong, and the performance of the cloud and the wind is light, showing the confidence of the overall situation.

However, even if it is death, it must be clear that it must be died, and maybe it can be pulled on the back.

"To serve Shintoism, do you need to talk about money?" the man shook his head and sighed, "Besides, you are already rich enough to rival the country, it doesn't matter if you have money or not, right?"

"Haha, people die for money, birds die for food, you talk about a fart if you don't have money. Ye Fan's gaze looked into the distance, and the familiar red was rapidly approaching a large group of people.

"You don't have a choice!" the wind blew the man's robe, and in this harsh environment, he was the only one who was well-dressed, with a high crown and the momentum of a dominator.

"You have. Ye Fan squinted his eyes and smiled: "Your subordinates are almost unable to hold on, do you want to continue to talk here, or do you want to drink a cup of hot tea in another place and talk slowly?"

The White Tiger's injuries were obviously more serious than him, and in the Jedi cold of dozens of degrees below zero, he was bleeding bare-chested, which was not fun.

"He can hold on, and if he can't hold on, it's not in vain. The man smiled and held his head high, "Tell me your answer." ”

Behind this smile, there is a deep murderous intent and coldness, and the knife hidden in the smile is this expression.

Ye Fan smacked his lips, breathed in the biting cold air, shook his head and smiled: "First tell me who you are, work hard for you, you should always know your name, where do you live?"

The man shook his head and smiled, as if he had read through his thoughts, but still replied: "I am the palace master of Amaterasu Shrine." ”

In an instant, Ye Fan's heart was cold to his heels.

With his own strength, against the entire Amaterasu Shrine, this unintentional duel was not unjustly lost!

Even the big bosses in the background have appeared, and they are pouring into the nest and are bound to solve themselves.

Fujiwara Mairan and a group of Jingu samurai hurried to finally surround the battlefield.

At this moment, there is really no hope of survival.

The end of the hero, be driven away!

"Okay, I'll be the leader of the dog head once!" Ye Fan laughed loudly, "Tell them to kneel down and meet the Grand Commander!"

Fujiwara Mailan's face changed drastically under the mask, and she screamed: "Master, don't believe his lies!"

Kneeling in front of him, it would be more direct to kill Fujiwara Mailan.

Master, hearing the name of this femme fatale, I don't know why, the hatred in Ye Fan's eyes grew stronger.

"Kneel. The palace master of the Divine Palace spat out a word with an expressionless face.

Fujiwara Mairan was momentarily stunned.