The moon in the dark always seems so mysterious, with inexplicable stubbornness in the mystery, perhaps inexplicable persistence. The silver tune is casually scattered on the earth under the night sky, and does not feel the coldness of oneself. The light reflected by the sun turns into the light of the moon, losing the heat, bringing the desolation of coolness. Time disappears with the coolness increase or decrease, and the silent night remains.

A trace of chill brought the message of waiting with the trembling shadow. A trace of hide appeared on the corner of Adio Bianzhan's lips, and he secretly mocked: "The night does not belong only to you, but also the ghost man covered with darkness..." The figure gradually disappeared in the white tent with the twists of light and shadow...

A ripples appeared in the darkness, and slightly floated under the ghost tents of all sizes. A vague figure tried to open the tent of Mingtou Yetou silently. The restrained aura was not discovered by the sleeping tent. The zipper of the tent gradually spread as the figure slowly pulled down. A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth under the mask of the figure. An arm suddenly stretched out from the tent, pinching the throat under the face with a smile. The crisp "crack" sound shattered the tranquility under the dark night.

Mingtou Yetou woke up and picked up Kuwu beside him in panic and looked at the man squatting in his tent. The familiar aura made Mingtou Yetou breathe a sigh of relief. The man in front of him came with a cold command: "Preserve the white tent, no otherwise." The condensed murderous aura reminded the cold and admirable aura when he first saw this man. The condensed murderous aura was instantly retracted, and the figure that could not be cut off gradually disappeared in the barracks of the big and small ghosts. There was only the dull sound of the Wu Ninja hunting troops that had lost their arm support to fall to the ground. The big and small ghosts untied the iron hand hanging on their arms, and ran quickly with the Kuwu-fai tent.

A few sounds of Kuwu piercing through the air sounded in the air. Kuwu led the wind roar toward the running track of the ghosts. The figure of Absoujiu suddenly floated out slightly. The beheading sword swung a barrier to drive Kuwujiu away. A figure gradually emerged behind Absoujiujiu. A snow-white ninja knife brought a silver charm under the moon, and deeply cut into Absoujiu's body. The red blood was flying in the air. The figure of the assassinator with the white faceless mask gradually became clear. The body of the faceless person trembled, and several flipped back and rushed out. A huge slash of slashed along the figure of the figure of Absoujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiuji

Aibu Sword slightly wiped the blood on the beheading sword, carried the beheading sword and stood quietly on the empty ground. The hanging head was blocked by the messy hair, making people unable to see his expression.

More than a dozen shurikens rotated out of the forest with a graceful arc. After absent, they suddenly looked up and captured the shuriken's rotational trajectory. A ray of condensed light flashed across their eyes, and their figure turned into a ball of water droplets and fell on the ground that was still cold with the night. More than a dozen shurikens were nailed to the ground, deeply immersed in the soil without missing a trace. A rustling sound appeared in the leaves in the forest, and the assassin who might have exposed their position changed his position.

An assassin slowly hid himself in the concave trunk, a slight coolness passed into his collar. The assassin looked at his abdomen blankly, and the front end of the beheading sword was inserted into his body, nailing himself to the trunk together. A pair of eyes in the dark flashed a faint light, and countless blood scattered with scarlet red. The assassin looked at the eyes in the dark in shock, reminding him of the eyes of the wolves he encountered when he was not a ninja before, and when he was not a ninja, he went up the mountain to chop wood. The naked desire to eat with bloody eyes made him still feel uncontrollable fear even if he became a ninja. Blood foam surged out of the air, and the assassin's final shout was not made, and his head drooped with a dim look.

Zaibushen pulled out the beheading sword nailed to the tree, wiped the blood on the assassin. A coldness came from behind him. The beheading sword swung behind him. The black blade hit the blade of a white ninja knife. The figure of the faceless man was hit. The powerful force drove him straight out, and broke a tree that was held by one person. It took more than ten meters from the ground before gradually stopping. The beheading sword that Aibushen escaped from his hand and swung to the faceless man who was falling to the ground. The coldness from the ribs caused the angle of Zaibushen's attack to deviate slightly.

Zabuzhan twisted his body, and a kunwu wiped the side of Zabuzhan, causing a hint of pain. Zabuzhan's narrowed eyes flashed with anger. It was not because of the assassinator, but because of his looseness. Zabuzhan's hand pinched the hand holding Kuwu and pulled it backwards. The assassin's body involuntarily hit him. Zabuzhan's feet were slashed, and his knees were pushed into the assassin's chest cavity, and his right elbow was thrown on the assassin's jaw. Blood and flesh were sprayed along the assassin's head that was struck by the assassin's tilt on the tree trunk beside Zabuzhan.

He did not cut off the body of the assassinator of Danfei to prevent his final backlash. He felt several auras that were gradually approaching. He did not cut off the beheading sword that scratched the faceless man's nailed to the ground not far away, and released a murderous intent toward the half-kneel faceless man, and his figure dissipated in the dark.

With the brief battle, the two sides fell into the initial silence again. The occasional rustling sound of a breeze sweeping through the leaves in the forest was no longer alive. Even the faceless man who was half-kneeling on the beheading sword could not hide from the distance, suppressed his breathing without making a sound.

A broken mark suddenly broke open in the white tent. Before the ghost guarding the tent could react, a figure rushed in. A scream sounded from the tent, breaking the quiet that had just been obtained. A huge dark blue head gradually emerged from the crack of the tent. The scream gradually dissipated with the chewing sound of "Kaba Kaba". The ghosts were trembling slightly at the ghosts in front of them. Although they also killed many people, such a violent murder made the ghosts' hearts tremble. The two of them turned pale and the white was awakened by screams. Looking at the scattered meat accompanied by clothes at the crack of the tent, they couldn't help but retching.

A assassin who was lurking not far from the tent watched his companion being shattered by cruel chewing, couldn't help but slightly confused his breath. A coldness came from his side. The long-term assassination career made the assassination veteran accumulate a strong seventh sense. He turned his body in panic. A kunai cut through half of his abdomen. Blood guyes came out of his belly with inexplicable pieces of flesh. The assassination looked at the shadow disappearing in the darkness, covering his abdomen tightly to prevent the outflow of his internal organs. Unfortunately, in just a few minutes, the large amount of blood gradually took away his last power. The assassination stared at the darkness where the shadow disappeared, and unwilling to exhale the last breath of turbid air. His body gradually fell down. The blood dyed the land under the moonlight dark red. Not far away, a kunai with blood was abandoned in the grass.

The figure of Zabuzhan gradually appeared next to the beheading sword. The beheading sword was pulled out of the land. Zabuzhan walked step by step towards the half-kneel faceless person. A sword light flashed behind him. Zabuzhan gently waved the beheading sword, and the handle of the knife blocked the attacking samurai sword.

The half-kneel faceless man suddenly exerted force and rose up. The ninja knife in his hand stabbed the samurai who was storing the samurai sword. The stomp of the decapitated sword slightly twisted the hilt. The blade of the decapitated sword was connected to the short hilt. The samurai sword that was held in his hand was blocked by the samurai sword. The stomp of nearly one and a half meters long swung hard towards the head of the attacking faceless man. The last leaping was already hard for the faceless man to have the last bit of strength. The faceless man who could not change his trajectory could only watch the bandaged iron rod smashing his Adam's apple and swinging himself out.

Aibu Shou Weiwei waved the beheading sword, and the hilt was stabbed from the roundness of the beheading sword, hitting the abdomen of the assassin who held the samurai sword. Then, when the assassin was slightly exhausted, the hilt suddenly burst out. The wind ripped apart the bandage that strengthened friction with the backlog of sharpness, leaking out the black shank body. The torn shank opened a deep crack on the assassin's abdomen. Aibu Shou kicked away the seriously injured assassin. The figure flashed and disappeared in the darkness. The two assassinators appeared one step later on both sides of the place where Zaibu Shou originally stood...

The night is gradually worse than the end, but the contest of assassination has just begun, and the darkness before dawn is even more dangerous. The silent darkness can almost cover up everything. If you don’t cut it behind a tree, you caress the slightly broken scars under your ribs and lick your own blood. The slight bloodiness seems a bit strange and delicious. Everything has just begun, just like the scars on your body. Haha, how long has it been since you bleed?

The silent cold flashed in Aibushen's eyes. Assassination technique, not tightly burying one's own figure. Then the flaw leaked by the enemy gave the strongest blow. It was just a means of killing people. However, compared with the battle on the battlefield, the invasion in the dark is like a perfect and exquisite art, gradually emerging in both directions...

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