The sneering sound continued to tear through the air, and Hanzo's ninja robe had turned into rags, stained with blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

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!

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