The cold wind is whining, the snow shadow is sufficient, and in the secluded night in the Changbai Mountain, the white snow reflects the sparkling light in the mountains, and it is even more silent everywhere. In the mountains, forests and snowfields, there was a faint imperceptible sound of skiing, but a figure swept down from the top of Changbai Mountain to Tianchi Lake. It was a thin figure, his aura was a little disturbed, and there was a nervous look in his eyes.

Iga Ji's mind was still echoing with the stunning sword of the blue-shirted young man, which almost made him lose his fighting spirit, and he didn't have any fighting spirit at all. His heart was already filled with endless horror, although the sword did not seriously hurt him, but the sword had already collapsed his psychological defense. So in a panic, he could only choose to escape.

Ye Yinfeng's sword was so fast that he couldn't react at all, and that sword also dealt a great blow to him, who had always been proud of ninjutsu. That kind of space-like concealment, as if he was free from the limitations of space, such a subtle and magical body was the first time he had encountered it, even if his chest was only cut through by the soft sword that turned into gold, oozing a trace of bright red blood. But he was already frightened, and he only felt that the sword almost killed him, and he lost his fighting spirit in an instant.

And after he swept down Tianchi Lake, he ran all the way down, and only after he ran for almost half an hour did he slow down his pace. The boy made him feel so jealous that he just wanted to stay away from the boy as far away as possible, and he completely ignored that he had only suffered some minor injuries.

With a "bang", his body rolled up a cloud of flying snow, which rolled up in the air and then fell for a long time. And after his figure had already swept a foot away, he slowed down his body, he carefully felt the atmosphere around him, knowing that Ye Yinfeng and the others were not chasing him, and he had a sense of self-comforting in his heart.

Leaning under a tree, the Fuso ninja couldn't help but let out a long breath of turbidity, at this time he had become a frightened bird, even if there was a little sound of wind and grass, he would be startled. Obviously, there was silence at this time, and the quiet environment made him settle down a little. He just couldn't help but feel glad that he had made a wise choice, and he was the only one left of all the Fuso ninjas, and he felt a little dazed in his heart.

"Yaga!" He scolded fiercely in his heart, if it weren't for the blue-shirted boy, he should have gotten the white dragon's Yuan Dan, only to blame why the blue-shirted boy who seemed to be far inferior to himself would have such a strong combat power, which made him feel both surging hatred and deep fear of Ye Yinfeng. This contradictory feeling made him doubly humiliated, as a first-class ninjutsu master in Fusang Country, he was insulted by this general, which made him so willing.

But his mind was still stuck on the sword that was like a stroke of genius, and the situation at that time was always vividly burned in his mind. He slowly calmed down his turbulent mind, and only then did he realize that the injuries he had suffered were more serious than he had imagined. After he luckily checked his body, his face became extremely weird, it turned out that he only suffered a little external injury, only a slight internal injury caused by the sword qi from the sword.

Iga's eyes couldn't stop flashing, and there was frustration, regret and deep self-blame. If he had known that the blue-shirted young man's sword was just the end of a strong crossbow, he would not have been frightened and fled in a hurry, and he would flee like a lost dog, which would become the greatest shame in his life. He swore in his heart that if there was still a chance, he would kill the blue-shirted boy with his own hands, in order to vent the hatred in his heart and the greatest shame in his life.

If he can do it all over again, he will naturally not give up this opportunity to take down the Yuan Dan of the white dragon, even if the Yuan Dan of the white dragon is swallowed into his mouth by the young man in Xuanyi, he can only catch the young man in Xuanyi, and he will also have a way to incorporate the essence of heaven and earth contained in the Yuan Dan as already available. But it was all too late, Ling Tianyun had already fallen into the rushing waterfall, even if he wanted to go back to find it, he was afraid that someone would have already taken the lead.

"Baga, Baga, Baga" He raised the scimitar, the long knife like a moon, and it was waved wildly, and the fierce knife qi shot away wantonly. The sharp sword qi cut off all the trees around him, and the remnants of the snow splashed wildly around him, and the snow suddenly crisscrossed deep scratches. And when he vented the anger in his heart, he sat in the snow and gasped for breath.

At this moment, a strange aura suddenly enveloped him, which made Iga Jiyun feel startled, and he subconsciously put the scimitar in his hand across his chest and looked around vigilantly. The strange aura became stronger and stronger, and the lonely atmosphere around him suddenly became heavy, and a dead breath arose spontaneously. Fuso Ninja's heart was shocked, and the scimitar in his hand shone with a faint light, and his eyes shot a vigilant light like a great enemy.

A sharp aura enveloped him like a thousand swords descending in the air, and that sharp aura surged from the thick snow-covered trees in front of him. Iga's eyes shrank slightly, and he saw a figure slowly walking out of the snow-covered trees, and a deep aura of condensation lingered around the person, giving people a palpitating and terrifying feeling.

"It's you!" The scimitar in Iga Er's hand couldn't help but squeeze hard, he didn't expect this person to appear at this time, and from this person, there was a strong killing intent, he knew that that person appeared here with a killing intent. It was an ordinary face, and although the person and figure were a little strong, it was not enough to make people feel unforgettable and unique at a glance. The man put his hands behind his back, and his feet were firmly planted on the thick residual snow, and a clear footprint slowly extended from the man's feet to himself.

"Isn't it very doubtful in my heart, originally we were in a cooperative relationship. And now I'm going to kill you, and if I want to blame you, I can only blame yourself for being too self-righteous, and I was disturbed by your arrogant guy. As for the purpose of killing you, it is very simple, that is, I don't want any of you to leave alive. The man said indifferently without any expression on his face.

"If you want to kill me, are you so confident?" Iga felt a strong aura fluctuation from the other party, and the scimitar in his hand burst out with even more dazzling sword energy. He condensed the true qi around him, and the bones of his whole body emitted a dull, low-explosive sound. His body swept away, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a streamer of light and slashed towards the man, and his face in mid-air showed an extremely hideous expression.

The man stopped, and then watched motionlessly as Iga shot at him with a second sword. There was no emotion on his face, a look of contempt in his deep eyes, and then he slowly stretched out his right hand.

Iga turned his knife into a streamer and shot at the man, and then he saw that the man only stretched out his right hand, and the man's right hand was only a little in the air. Suddenly, a tearing sound of breaking the air swept towards him, and the man's right index finger and middle finger clicked into the air and sent out a majestic flow-like energy, and that energy instantly arrived in front of him. And there was immediately a feeling around him as if he was locked by that majestic energy, which swept towards him with the breath of death.

With a sound of "grabbing", Iga heard a dull soft sound, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a streamer as if it had hit the hardest thing in the world, and then the next moment, he only felt that his chest was slammed with a huge impact like a lightning strike. There was a surge of blood in his chest, and he was shocked to find that the true qi in his whole body was leaking out like a lake that had burst its embankment at that moment.

With a "poof", a stream of bloody arrows erupted from his mouth, and his body fell heavily into the snow. As soon as he fell into the snow, he gritted his teeth and grabbed it hard with both hands. His thin body was soon submerged in the thick snow, and the changes in his hands were also freed from his hands.

Seeing the Fuso ninja who was submerged in the thick snow, a fierce gaze shot out of the man's eyes, and then his body was together, and a pair of powerful feet fell fiercely on a piece of empty snow. He rubbed his feet hard, and a mighty tidal force poured out into the snow, causing the snow to explode like an explosion, and with the flying snow, a figure flew upside down from the snow, and then the figure fell hard into the snow.

The man looked coldly at the Fuso ninja whose body was shocked out by the energy, and his right hand turned into a claw in the air slightly, only to see a flash of cold light, but it was the scimitar discarded by Iga who jumped up from the snow and landed in the man's hand. Then, a cold gaze like ice flashed in the man's eyes, and the cold light in his hand flashed. I saw that the weapon that originally belonged to the Fuso ninja turned into a cold light and shot at the second time of Iga, who was sluggish and spitting blood, and the cold light flashed and disappeared, and the scimitar pierced through his throat fiercely, bringing up several splashes of blood.

Iga gripped the scimitar that had passed through his throat for the second time, his eyes fixed on the man, he didn't understand that the man knew where he had escaped into the snow. He is a generation of ninjutsu masters, and his escape technique is naturally cultivated to the point of perfection, but that person just forced himself out with his feet, so that he had nothing to hide. He didn't understand how the other party did it, and the escape technique that he had always been proud of seemed to be a child's trick in the eyes of the other party.

The man came slowly with heavy steps, and the sound of "rustling" snow was so piercing that it reached his ears. "Isn't it very confusing, how did General Ben find out where you are hiding, it's actually very simple, you have cultivated to a certain level, no matter how much you shield all the breath on your body, but my divine sense can make you have nothing to hide, killing you is just to make others add some trouble, you can go with peace of mind." But don't worry, the news of your death will definitely send someone to your Fuso country, and then your Iga sect will send someone to avenge you. The man sneered with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

The blood was still flowing, but Iga's eyes had not closed. He opened his mouth, but found that he had already uttered any words, and the breath that was blocking his throat could not be connected, his mind began to blur a little, and his body gradually became cold. He felt that he still had some regrets about coming to this mysterious continent, and then he saw a meteor in the sky that crossed the sky, and he felt like that meteor, but he couldn't go home.

"Squeak, squeak" A white shadow flew from a distance, and the man's cold gaze revealed a trace of gentle warmth. The white shadow came to the man's side in an instant, and then happily circled the man, the man stretched out and gently touched the top of the white shadow's head, and then a sinister look shot out of his eyes.