No one is born lucky, no one is born the most miserable, as long as people have experienced a lot of things, in fact, life is better than anything else. Kimura's heart suddenly felt something inexplicable, not because of the loneliness he had because he had left his homeland, but because he felt that he seemed to have a kind of understanding, he felt that not only the indigenous woman, but also Matsuda, was just a touch of brilliance in this snowfield.

For this sudden situation, he and the other ninjas had at least a hundred ways to crack it, but no one made any moves. Like the other ninjas, he was surprised and shocked, and then, like the other ninjas, quickly recovered. When they saw Matsuda wailing in pain, although there was an inexplicable trace of schadenfreude in their hearts, they still changed their gaze to the fierce wolf-like spirit.

Wan Yan Yan looked at the Fusang ninja in her hand with contempt, the strength in her hand couldn't help but increase a little, and the dagger was also tightly pressed against the fierce dark ninja. She felt a slight palpitation at the group of ninjas with a fierce look in their eyes but an incomparably calm face, they were so calm, they didn't have any panic because they had kidnapped their accomplices at their hands, and her heart began to have some uncertain panic.

"I swear, you will die a miserable death, if you don't want to live, you can't die." Matsuda spoke stiff Chinese with great ferocity. By this time he had already reacted, and the kick had almost killed him, and when he had recovered his strength, he spoke viciously to the native woman who had taken him host. At the same time, he was also resentful in his heart, he was an excellent ninja, and he was easily attacked by an indigenous woman.

Hearing the words like a ferocious beast's roar, Wan Yanyan frowned, and the dagger in his hand couldn't help but get closer, and suddenly a few drops of blood overflowed from Matsuda's neck. However, the hideous face did not change because of the blood on the neck, and the pair of beastly eyes on the distorted face shot even more crazy light.

For a moment, all the Fuso ninjas didn't make any moves, they just watched it all quietly, and they didn't even look at the group of trembling native captives. An invisible pressure arose, which made Wan Yanyan's heart suddenly shake, she didn't understand why this group of Fusang ninjas didn't care about the life and death of their companions, she didn't understand why this group of Fusang ninjas were so cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Ouch, Miss Wanyan, let's meet again, but it's really not a good thing to meet in this situation." A voice broke the gloomy atmosphere, and a figure walked into Wan Yanyan's line of sight with a steady step. She looked at it, and her heart instantly relaxed.

Ling Tianyun knew that if he didn't show up again, Yan Yan would be crushed by this invisible pressure, he discussed it with Ye Yinfeng, and he took the lead in walking out, while Ye Yinfeng was hiding in secret. In this way, the two of them can do a better job of surprise and wipe out this group of Fuso ninjas.

Seeing someone appear, this group of Fuso ninjas was like a great enemy, because they didn't notice how the comer approached them, and they didn't expect someone to appear in the middle of the night, which shocked them. It's just that they saw that the person who came, but they were slightly relieved, after all, a young man about eighteen years old couldn't change anything at all, there were twenty of them, even if they excluded Matsuda who was kidnapped, they were still outnumbered.

Kimura looked at the boy who suddenly broke in suspiciously, and for some reason, he had a strong crisis in his heart, this boy gave him an overwhelming momentum, which made him feel breathless. It was just a handsome eighteen-year-old boy, with a strong masculine aura all over his body, as if it were the rising sun. However, he didn't think too much about it in his heart, he thought that it might be his hallucination, after all, a person like him, who was called a martial arts genius in the sect, had only reached the level of a ninja Xiaocheng after diligent cultivation. And the young man in front of him is about ten years younger than himself, even if he is a genius, it will take time.

"Where did you come from, wild boy, looking for death." A Fuso ninja shouted in a stiff Chinese.

But Ling Tianyun ignored it, his gaze kept falling on Wan Yan Yan's face, and he also saw the subtle change in the expression on Wan Yan Yan's face.

"Baga", the Fusang ninja saw that Ling Tianyun didn't pay attention to him, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry. Then he drew the scimitar that hung from his waist, and he scurried, carrying a snow-like afterimage in the snow, and the sound of the sword resounded through the snowfield.

Ling Tianyun's eyes froze, the strength of this group of Fusang ninjas was not weak, but when they met him, it was still a little worse. His body stood still, the moon-like scimitar cut a graceful arc in the air, and the figure instantly arrived in front of him, and the knife was the first to slash at him.

Seeing this scene, the other Fuso ninjas showed cruel smiles in their eyes, he was really a young man who was not afraid of death and collision, and Inoue's strength was among the top ten among the younger generation of the sect. This young man was not stupid, and he couldn't even dodge, but if this young man dodged, it would be impossible to dodge Inoue's series of eight swords like a meteor chasing the moon.

"Ah, I'm going to die as soon as we meet." Ling Tianyun couldn't help but be frightened as he watched the cold scimitar slash towards him, and he shouted in panic. And his body was slightly swirling, and the cold light slashed past the tip of his nose, and the tearing power made his face painful.

Inoue slashed into the air, he couldn't help but be stunned, but his knife hadn't hit the ground yet, and the scimitar turned and slashed towards Ling Tianyun's waist from the bottom up. This is the most exquisite knife technique of his sect, the eight links of stars and moons, one knife after another, the knife is deadly, plus the method of absorbing qi in their ninjutsu, its sword wind is even more powerful, it can be a knife on top of a knife, and the strength of a knife is superimposed on the next knife.

Ling Tianyun shouted in a panic, his body was wrong, and his speed was extremely fast and he dodged the knife. The domineering energy from the slash made him feel a little extraordinary, but the cultivation of this ninja was really a little low, and if he was in the same realm as him, he might be traumatized by a knife.

The other ninjas all showed disdain in their eyes, but they also felt that the young man's luck was really good, and he was able to dodge Inoue's two deadly knife strokes twice in a row. It's just that the third knife shouldn't be so lucky, this third knife is more powerful and faster.

Inoue didn't expect that he hadn't touched the corner of the young man's clothes in a row or two, he couldn't help but roar angrily, and the sword light turned, but the sword light rolled up the snow all over the ground. The wind was like a storm, and the snowflakes swept towards Ling Tianyun like a fall, and this knife even superimposed the power of the two knives in front of it, and the sound of the sword splitting through the air became a roar, and its momentum could be seen.

In the endless shadow of the sword, among the flowing blades, snowflakes rolled up in the sky, and the momentum of the wind roared towards Ling Tianyun.

"It's kind of interesting." Ling Tianyun's eyes lit up, he also felt extremely strange to these foreign visitors, he had only heard Ye Yinfeng say that Fusang Country was just an island country in the sea, but he didn't know that this group of Fusang warriors also had extraordinary martial arts. Don't really underestimate the people of the world, this Fuso ninja also brought him some unexpected surprises.

The blizzard was blowing in his face, the wind was howling, Ling Tianyun was concentrating on his luck, he stood in the center of the blizzard wind, and his surroundings were full of dazzling swords, only to see his right hand poked out and grabbed it towards the blizzard wind. Suddenly, the blizzard scattered, the wind stopped suddenly, and a figure stood in front of him with an incredulous look in his eyes.

Ling Tianyun's two fingers clamped, and he clamped the wildly dancing scimitar in the hand of the Fuso ninja, and the strong internal force poured from his two fingers and attacked the Fuso ninja who held the scimitar.

Inoue had a look of shock on his face, he couldn't hide the horror in his eyes, the scimitar in his hand seemed to have taken root, and it was caught by the young man's probe, no matter how hard he tried, the scimitar did not move at all. Then, a scorching heat surged from his scimitar, making his jaw tingle, and he almost wanted to get rid of the scimitar that he regarded as life. He used his internal strength wildly, and all the strength of his body was working in the hand holding the knife, but it was in vain.

"Ahh As if he had been insulted by the greatest insult of his life, he let out an unwilling beast roar as he tried to snatch his saber back from the young man's hand. But he still failed, his face couldn't help but become pale, his own weapon is his own life, for him the saber can be said to be better than his own life, a ninja can't even protect his own weapon, so what is the use of this body of ninjutsu.

The unprecedented grievance flowed in Inoue's heart, and the shame that he had never felt spread in Inoue's heart, and his fixed body did not move a minute, he looked at the young man whose face was full of sunshine, and he saw a smile on the young man's face, and he felt that this was the greatest shame for him. Inoue suddenly became disheartened, he let go of the hand holding his saber, and took a few steps back.

Ling Tianyun was surprised to see the Fuso ninja in a white cloak who was shorter than himself and said a lot to himself, and then he was surprised to see that the Fusang ninja bowed his head to him, and his body was still bent very low, almost falling forward.

Inoue pulled a smaller, shorter saber from his waist, and he raised the knife and croaked it into the endless night, and then a cold light swept through his hand. The knife plunged into his own lower abdomen, and there was not a trace of pain or decadence on his face, but a look of excitement on his face, as if it were the most glorious moment of his life.

Ling Tianyun was puzzled, not only Ling Tianyun was puzzled, but even Wan Yan Yan was stunned, where in this world is such a person, who commits suicide if he can't beat others, and even feels that suicide is a supreme honor.

And Ye Yinfeng, who was in the shadows, had a glint in his eyes, and he felt that this Fuso ninja's sword skills seemed to have been seen somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them. Although the Southern Tang Kingdom is also adjacent to the sea area, he has never seen a Fusang ninja in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but this sword technique makes him feel very familiar. His mind quickly replayed the situation when the Fusang ninja and Ling Tianyun were in action, the Crescent Moon Flow Knife, this seemed to be a kind of knife flow.

A slight sound of breaking the sky came, Ye Yinfeng's heart was shocked, and he quickly abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind. There were about a dozen people who came, also skiing, although they were a mile or two away from him, but he didn't know whether they were friends or foes, so he completely blocked his breath and waited for the comers.

Zhong Jianying waved his hand, and the warriors of the Zhong family behind him stopped, and when he saw the col hidden in the snowy mountains, he saw a little bit of fire flickering. He led the warriors of the Zhong family to quietly rush to the top of the mountain, and they had already changed into the white cloaks of the Fusang ninjas who had been killed by them. Under the snowy night, white was more able to hide his whereabouts, and when they slid down from the top of the mountain into the pine forest beside the col, a man slowly walked out of the pine forest.