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Chapter 467 Dead! 【Ask for a gift, ask for a monthly ticket】

At this moment, Muramasa's muscles exploded rapidly, especially his arms soared directly. The samurai sword swung towards Zhuang Ming at a speed of [-]% faster than usual, and his body wanted to move away from the sound quickly.

Run as far away as possible!

The horror of this Dragon Country man is beyond his imagination!

However, how could Zhuang Ming's prepared knife let him run away?

Call ~
呲味~
The Tang knife with a super long cutting arc is like a battle axe, cutting directly in the air.

"No!"

With a roar, Muramasa felt a clear breath of death. He saw a ray of light. His desire for life had greatly stimulated his potential at this moment. He clenched his left hand into a fist with the most instinctive reaction, and struck directly at the black shadow. beat away.

"Ah~"

A shrill scream sounded immediately above the ring.

This was the voice of Muramasa Ichiro, and the eyes of many people suddenly shrank into needles.

what happened?
Many people did not step forward, but chose by default to let these Sakura people take the lead!

plop~
It was only then that everyone discovered that Muramasa's left arm was cut directly from his fist to his body, and the bones were cut in half from it, and blood spilled all over the ring.

"Block him!" Muramasa yelled loudly while retreating wildly.

Zhuang Ming was also a little surprised, this ninja is very strong!

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

That katana sword is no simple knife either!

Otherwise, Zhuang Ming could cut him in half with one knife!
thump~
Withdrawing the knife, kicking his feet, he quickly rushed towards the remaining ninjas.

And several other ninjas also followed Muramasa's call and surrounded him.

Ninja needles, shurikens, and kunai crazily attacked Zhuang Ming like a drizzle, and the sound of piercing the air was like sharp whistles. Zhuang Ming's figure was like a ghost in the dark night, and he could always avoid it first, and Getting closer!

The eyes of these ninjas were full of panic, full of fear, they stepped back, and at the same time shot the hidden weapons at a faster speed!

bang~
A ninja threw out a smoke bomb, which immediately enveloped several meters in a radius. The smoke was very thick and could not be seen through. The most important thing was that this kind of smoke bomb was also harmful to human eyes.

"Stealth!"

And Zhuang Ming's figure has come to a ninja, if you look closely, you will see that Zhuang Ming's eyes are closed, but the knife in his hand has not stopped swinging!
The ninja who was already lying on the ground was holding a piece of camouflage cloth, which was exactly the same color as the ground of the arena.

I haven't waited for him to cover it!
A dark knife has already flashed directly from his neck.

Eyes wide open!

Cover your neck with your hands!

An unbelievable look on his face!
How can it be?

How does this Dragon Country person know that he is here?

With this kind of special smoke, it is impossible for the other party to find him so quickly.

How did the other party lock him?
puff~
Warm blood spurted out.

Time won't wait for him to figure it out!
thump~
The head with only a pair of eyes exposed has landed like a ball and rolled away.

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

For Zhuang Ming, this kind of smoke is the best disguise for beheading!

In terms of perception, these ninjas are far worse than Zhuang Ming!
Use this method to deal with him?
Isn't this looking for death?

Gauntlet hook!
The weapon on the back of the ninja's hand appeared in this ninja's hand, as if the hand was obviously different, as if it had been grafted by some animal.

In the dense fog, he swung towards Zhuang Ming's figure accurately!

This made Zhuang Ming a little surprised, these little devils really played a lot of tricks with the heresy that they stole from Longguo.

when~
wow~
It collided directly with Zhuang Ming's Tang Dao, and was cut off directly!
And the next second, there was already a crack on his neck.

His eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that his gauntlet hook was broken like this, his neck felt cold, and then he heard the sound of air leaking from the trachea, he staggered and tried to stand up straight, but his body had slowly lost his balance .

Bang!
He fell heavily to the ground, with blood continuously gushing out of his throat, his life breath was slowly stripped away, his eyes were full of hope, however, dead gray still crawled up his cheeks uncontrollably.

death!

The means of ninjas are really varied, such as Sa Ling, Ninja Sword, Fuki, smoke bombs, and even small bombs!

A ninja wants to sneak attack Zhuang Ming with Fukiya, that is, Poison Needle!
However, the next moment, his head and that straw were directly turned into two halves!
It was directly cut into two by Zhuang Ming's backhand knife!

Blood and brains spray Lao Gao!

The last ninja was directly killed by his own bomb!

Kicked by Zhuang Ming, it exploded in the air!
boom!
The whole person turned into a beautiful rain of blood.

The terrifying air wave crushed down, and Zhuang Ming's figure retreated wildly, unscathed.

The meat puree falling on the ground is so disgusting that it is unbelievable.

Zhuang Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. When he found out, he was also a little confused!
These Sakura Country ninjas really dare to play, and dare to carry this kind of bomb on their bodies.

Really good guy!

Fortunately, it was only a small-scale explosion!

Sang Ichiro Muramasa was in a terrible embarrassment at this moment, and he watched this scene in disbelief. After only a few seconds, when the smoke bomb cleared, all four of his elite subordinates died.

He was also seriously injured, one arm was directly crippled, and even his movements were hindered.

The left arm that had been split in half had been tied up directly by himself with his clothes.

And at the moment when he was distracted, Zhuang Ming's figure had already rushed towards him again. The enemy hadn't died yet, and the battle naturally never stopped. He appeared one meter away from him, and a icy gloomy light directly moved towards him. Mura Masahiro's neck wiped.

Silently!

Like a weird ghost!

Muramasa Sangichiro felt as if he was being watched by the god of death, and quickly blocked in front of him with a samurai sword in his right arm.

when~
The sound of the collision sounded, and Muramasa Sangichiro only felt a force that could not be matched at all.

Step back quickly!
And at this moment, Zhuang Ming's figure suddenly appeared afterimage, and disappeared!
But at the next moment, as his eyes suddenly enlarged infinitely, he revealed a deep sense of disbelief.

A faint light flashed quickly in front of his eyes, and he felt a chill on his neck, as if someone had gently blown his breath.

Immediately, he saw himself standing in front of the samurai sword suddenly snapped from the middle, the blade fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth to say something.

The bulging blood gushed out of his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

呲味~
There was such a sound of spraying water in my ears, and my breathing became more and more rapid, because I couldn't breathe oxygen at all!
Covering his neck with his hands, he realized that the sound of spraying water came from his neck, and the blood spurted out.

The main artery was completely severed!

Even if he was intact, he would not be Zhuang Ming's enemy in a few moves. What's more, he was seriously injured and only had one hand. His death had already been predicted!
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