Chapter 467 It’s over! [Please give me a gift, monthly vote]

At this moment, Muramasa's muscles exploded rapidly, especially his arms swelled directly. The samurai sword swung towards Zhuang Ming at a speed of 20% higher than usual, and his body wanted to quickly stay away from this sound.

The farther you escape, the better!

The terror of this Long Kingdom man was beyond his imagination!

However, how could Zhuang Ming have prepared a knife long ago?

Huh ~

Hesit ~

The Tang sword with a super long cutting arc is like a battle axe, slashing directly in the air.

"No!"

With a roar, Murakami felt a clear breath of death. He saw a light. His desire for life made his potential extremely excited at this moment. His left hand clenched into a fist with the most instinctive reaction and directly hit the black shadow.

“Ah~”

A shrill scream rang out over the ring.

This is the voice of Sinichiro Murasuji, and many people's eyes suddenly shrank into needle-shaped rays.

what happened?

Many people did not come forward, but instead chose to let these Sakura Chinese take the lead!

Plop ~

Only then did everyone realize that Miura Seinichiro's left arm was cut from his fist to his body, and the bones were cut in half, and blood was sprinkled all over the ring.

"Stop him!" Muramasa shouted loudly as he retreated wildly.

Zhuang Ming was also a little surprised. This ninja is very strong!

At the last moment, he actually blocked his sword with a samurai sword!

That samurai sword is not a simple knife either!

Otherwise, Zhuang Ming could cut his whole body into half with one knife!

Dong ~

He put away his knife, kicked his feet, and rushed towards the remaining ninjas quickly.

Several other ninjas also followed Muramasa's cry and surrounded him.

Ninja needle, Shuriken, and Kuwu rushed towards Zhuang Ming like a drizzle in the sky. The sound of breaking through the air was like a sharp whistle. Zhuang Ming's body was like a ghost in the darkness, and he could always avoid it first, and his body was getting closer and closer!

These ninjas were immediately filled with panic and filled with fear. They retreated and shot out the hidden weapon at a faster speed!

Bang ~

A ninja threw out a smoke bomb, which immediately covered several meters in a radius. The smoke was very thick and could not be seen through. The most important thing is that this smoke bomb also harms people's eyes.

"Invisibility!"

Zhuang Ming's figure had already arrived next to a ninja. If he looked closer, he would see that Zhuang Ming's eyes were closed, but the knife in his hand did not stop waving!

The ninja who was already lying on the ground was holding a piece of camouflage cloth in his hand, which was exactly the same color as the ground on the ring.

Press before he could cover it!

A dark knife had flashed directly from his neck.

Eyes widened!

He covered his neck with both hands!

A look of disbelief!

How is that possible?

How did this Long people know that he is here?

It was impossible for the other party to find him so quickly with this special smoke.

How did the other party lock him up?

Puff~

Warm blood ejaculated.

Time won't wait for him to think clearly!

Dong ~

The head with only one pair of eyes exposed had already landed on the ground like a ball, rolling far away.

Zhuang Ming's figure has already flashed to the next ninja.

This kind of smoke is the best way to kill and disguise for Zhuang Ming!

In terms of perception, these ninjas are far worse than Zhuang Mingzhen!

Use this method to deal with him?

Isn't this seeking death?

Hand-arm hook!

The weapon that the ninja wears on the back of his hand appears on the ninja's hand, as if the hand is obviously different, as if some animal was grafted.

In the thick fog, he actually rushed towards Zhuang Ming's figure accurately!

This surprised Zhuang Ming a little. These Japanese devils really played a lot of tricks to the sidelines who had learned secretly from Long Kingdom.

When ~

Hurry~

He directly collided with Zhuang Ming's Tang sword, and then it was cut off!

And the next second, there was a crack on his neck.

His eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't believe that his hand hook had broken like this. His neck was cold. Then he heard the sound of air leakage in the trachea. He staggered and wanted to stand up straight, but his body had slowly lost its balance.

Bang!

He fell heavily to the ground, blood kept coming out of his throat, and the breath of life was slowly peeled off, and his eyes were filled with thick expectation. However, the dead gray still climbed up his cheeks uncontrollably.

die!

Ninja's methods are really varied, such as Saling, Ninja sword, Blowing Arrow, Smoke Screen Bomb, and even Small Bombs!

A ninja wants to attack Zhuang Ming with a blowjob, which is the poisonous needle!

However, the next moment, his head and the straw went straight into two!

Zhuang Ming directly cut it into two halves with a backhand!

Blood and brain squirts!

The last ninja was killed by his own bomb!

He was kicked away by Zhuang Ming and exploded directly in the air!

boom!

The whole person turned into a beautiful rain of blood.

The terrifying waves of air were crushed down, and Zhuang Ming's body retreated without any harm.

The meat paste fell on the ground was very disgusting and incredible.

Zhuang Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. When he found out, he was also a little confused!

These Sakura Ninjas really dare to play with them, and they dare to carry such bombs with them.

What a damn good guy!

Fortunately, it was just a small-scale explosion!

Sinichiro Mura was extremely embarrassed at this time and looked at this scene with a little disbelief. In just a few seconds, when the smoke bombs dissipated, all his four elite subordinates died.

He was also seriously injured, not only did one arm be destroyed, but even his actions were hindered.

His left arm, which was split in half, was tied up directly with his clothes.

Just as he was distracted, Zhuang Ming's figure had already rushed towards him again. The enemy had not finished his death, and the battle naturally never stopped. It appeared one meter away from him. A cold light wiped directly at Mizunoichiro's neck.

Silent!

Like a strange ghost!

Sinichiro Mura felt as if he was being targeted by the god of death, and he picked up the samurai sword with his right arm and hurriedly blocked him in front of him.

When ~

The collision sounded, and Sinichiro Mura only felt a force that could not be matched.

The figure quickly retreated!
To be continued...