Rebirth of the Peerless Waste

Chapter 470: Rakshasa Ninja Village

Dongyu, Lunan Islands, was called Liuqiu in the ancient times.

An ancient village disappeared among the undulating mountains and cliffs.

优美 The scenery here is beautiful, it can be called a pure land, the birds and mountains are quiet, the pine forest is picturesque, the mist is like smoke, the peaks and valleys are green, and there is a waterfall hanging from the top of a high cliff, it seems that a silver horse is hanging high in the sky.

Just below the waterfall and cliff, there are several cottages dotted among the flourishing vegetation.

"Hum ha ha!"

On a quiet grass field in front of the ancient village, a few children held wooden knives, chopped up and down, sharpened their swords, and had eyes that were not consistent with their age. There is also a middle-aged man pointing at their knife skills next to him, looking cold and demanding, beating people at will.

On the cliffs in the distance, there are faintly visible figures flying in the sky, and some are tied with a long rope, hanging down in case of accident, and some are walking on the eaves with bare hands.

Between the waterfall and the water curtain not far away, a thin figure was holding a long knife, struck mid-stream, and hone the sword against the water curtain. Her sword skills were amazing, and every time she waved the sword, the water curtain would be cut into a striking gap.

Alas ...

Suddenly, the trumpet sounded in the ancient village.

This is the trumpets of the assembly, suddenly rushing out in all directions, flying towards the ancient village.

绝 Most of them are dressed in black, their bodies are wrapped tightly, only a pair of eagle-eyed sharp eyes are exposed, and there are various weapons hanging on their bodies, shurikens, no guns, no darts ...

Ninja?

Well, they are exactly ninjas.

古 This ancient village is a ninja village, known as Rakshasa, which was created by a generation of sword holy miyamoto. It is also understandable that this is a killer organization.

In a house, people gathered.

Everyone seems to be talking about something bad, the atmosphere is very depressing, and everyone is looking heavy.

"Uncle Ishikawa and Uncle Baotian were actually lost and they were killed. I don't believe them. They are Ninja Kings. They have never missed a hand since they started." A girl in a goose yellow dress gritted her teeth.

The young girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with beautiful eyes like water, black hair like silk, slender and light body, shiny cheeks like jade, and white and delicate skin. Although she is peerless, she is like the snow lotus on the 10,000-year-old iceberg.

手持 She held a sharp long knife, biting her teeth in anger, the long knife trembled, and there was a scream of a screaming sword, and a **** sword swelled out.

I was just killing her in the middle of the waterfall. She was young, but she learned a magical skill.

Her sword is also a precious knife. Masamura is extremely sharp, known as the demon sword!

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"I'm going to kill that Chinese boy and take revenge on the two Uncle Ninjas!" The girl Huo Di stood up, murderous.

"Yeah, let's kill him!"

"Kill him! Offending my Rakshasa, there is only one consequence, that is death!"

Uh ...

For a while, the sentiments of the ninjas were angry.

"Be quiet, don't make a fool!" Said the old man with a white beard, "Even the Ninja King died in the hands of the Chinese youth, how can you kill him?"

This is a very majestic old man, named Miyamoto Kazuo, a descendant of a generation of sword holy Miyamoto Junichi, the current village head of Ninja Village, is also a Ninja King.

Ninja divided into forbearance, forbearance, forbearance, forbearance king, forbearance saint.

Among them, Ninja King and Huajing Wuzong are equal, Ninja and Tianjing Wusheng are equal.

Raksha Ninja Village has a deep foundation and only three ninja kings, but was killed by two in Ye Tian, which was a heavy blow to Raksha.

"Did Grandpa, Uncle Ishikawa and Uncle Hoda die for nothing?" The girl's eyes were ruddy.

She is Miyamoto's granddaughter, named Miyamoto Ziyue.

Uncle Miyamoto suddenly looked cold and said: "Of course this revenge must be reported, but it must be considered from a long-term perspective. Then the strength of the Chinese youngsters exceeded our estimates. This time we were out of control."

"What about him is Wu Sheng, we have Ninja. Is n’t Uncle Miyamoto in China, let Uncle Miyamoto kill him. Not only can the uncles of the two Ninja Kings get revenge, but they also get one billion A dollar reward! "Said a young ninja.

"Yeah, the husband of a husband, since the deputy village chief is in Huaguo, why not let him kill the Huaguo kid?" Said a middle-aged ninja.

"My dad is just forbearance, can he kill him?" Miyamoto Ziyue raised her eyebrows, her voice very low, as if she was talking to herself. Let her dad do it, she hesitated, fearing an accident.

Miyamoto Cang, Miyamoto Ziyue's father, is the first ninja of Rakshasa, of course, he can also be said to be the first killer. Ninjutsu cultivation has reached the level of quasi-holy. It is in the entire east that he is a ninja on the tip of the pyramid.

Everyone looked at Miyamoto and wanted to hear his decision.

"After all, the Huaguo youth is a martial arts saint who is perfect for heaven. My son Miyamoto Cang is just a forbearance saint. I can't be completely sure of him alone." Miyamoto groaned.

"So ...?"

"Don't ...?"

"Just ..."

Uh ...

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Bsp; The head of Miyamoto Village is a calf protector. Everyone can see that some people can't help but feel dissatisfied.

However, Kazuo Miyamoto turned around and continued, "If you add Watanabe to this, it's all right! Prepare the car, I'm going to the Jiuzhou Ambe family."

Uh ...

The dark world is boiling. I do n’t know how many top killers rush to Wujia Town. Some are acting alone, some are joining forces, some are rewarding one billion US dollars, and some are just sharpening their own killing skills.

However, they will eventually fail because Ye Tian did not stay in Wujia Town for a long time, rested for one night, and left the next morning to Kunlun Death Valley.

In the east at sunrise, the sky is blue, and the sky is clear and cloudless.

A young boy walked out of Wujia Town ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Walking in the deserted and empty Gobi desert.

This is a barren, barren land with no vegetation, no rain, and huge rocks, mounds, and soil slopes scattered on the ground. Looking at it like a tombstone, it is shocking.

As the boy passed a barren hill, a girl in a purple dress suddenly flashed out.

The young girl's cheeks are rosy, her hair is flying, her ears are wrinkled, her skin is shiny and beautiful. She was originally a cheerful young girl with a bright and cheerful attitude, but now she is twisted in the face of a teenager. She is shy, unnatural, and looks like a big lady who is raised in a deep boudoir.

"Why are you here?" The boy asked.

"I'm waiting for you." The girl gathered courage.

"What's the matter?" The teenager's voice was dull.

"I thank you for coming. Thank you for saving me last time."

"It's just a hand, don't worry about it. And you already thanked."

The attitude of the juvenile is not friendly, at least not compatible, which makes the girl look a bit lost.

"This is for you." The girl suddenly gave a thing to the boy, and then ran away.

I was a sachet, the boy smiled bitterly, and faintly heard the cry of the girl.

"Oh!" The boy sighed again, "People are in love and distress!"

In front of a tall mountain, the boy stopped.

There is a stone cave at the foot of Laoshan, and a house-sized boulder is blocked at the entrance.

"Come out, hit the road." Young call.