Chapter 297 The Devil is Coming

"The other one, the energy is soft and the vitality is revealed in the witheredness. It should be the master of Jiu Jitsu, Morihei Uishi. I heard that he is 98 years old this year and is about to be buried. Why do you have to come here? It is always not so good to die in a foreign country, right?"

Yang Lin talked happily.

The words remained unstoppable.

"The other one has never made a sound or breathed, but his huge fist intention like the sun cannot be hidden from anyone. He should be the number one master of Japanese karate...

Both of them are in their nineties. Seeing that they don’t have many lifespans, it’s reasonable to come to seek death, but you are just over 50 years old and have achieved a pill. Your life is only halfway through, and you are also coming to die, which is a bit unwise.”

After Yang Lin said this, Zhu Jia and Cao Jingjing were secretly shocked.

These three people are the only remaining masters of Danjin in Japan. They can be said to be the backbone of the Japanese.

In order to deal with Yang Lin, he actually went out in full swing.

He also brought the Five Elements Heavenly Ninja.

If this battle is won, it would be fine.

If this battle is over, Japan may be in a slump and will never dare to come to the Central Plains to scatter.

Very courageous.

Although he was full of hatred and fear towards the Japanese, Zhu Jia and the others had to admire him. These little dwarfs were indeed very powerful.

The plan is in the core.

They may also guess that Yang Lin and Ba Liming may have suffered internal injuries after they fought, so they chose to take action at this time.

"Hmph, I'm so arrogant."

The voices of neither male nor female are becoming more sharp and sharp.

It seems that he is particularly shameful to Yang Lin's behavior.

"If it's just one person, we don't dare to kill you, but if three of you come together, even if you are really a god, you have to kill them for someone to see."

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of crying sounded in the room.

I don’t know where it sounds or where it comes from.

After a ghost cried, Yang Lin and the other two saw a bright light and stabbed in from outside the house.

But the room was even darker.

Thick black smoke rose everywhere.

What was particularly strange was that a smog suddenly condensed and formed, quietly kissing Yang Lin's throat.

‘Ghost Cut, Soul-Devouring Smoke Killing Technique.’

This is Ito's signature martial arts for assassination of the world. Since he practiced the Dan Jin, he has been extremely proud of himself and asked himself that it is difficult for the world to have anyone to let him take action to assassinate himself.

At this time, at the end of his life and about to enter the ground, Yu Yong rose up and cut out the strongest sword, which was the most proud work in his life.

Yang Lin turned a blind eye to the cold long sword that was slashing towards the vital part of his throat, and just sneered: "You know nothing about power at all."

At some point, two jade-like fingers were quietly blocking their throats.

A demon sword appeared and landed between his fingers, constantly bounced and trembling, but couldn't get out.

“Three Waves.”

Ito Okay also appeared out of the smoke. She was a thin and charming old man with black eyes as if he was covered with gray eyebrows and red lips like a blood-sucking zombie.

He shouted loudly, and a sharp sound as a needle penetrated into his mind. He held the hilt of the knife with both hands, swelled his arms, and pushed forward.

"Sweep the paralysis..."

Yang Lin's fingers shook, and his two fingers seemed to be cut off suddenly, just like two dragons turning over.

With the rumbling sound, the demon sword seemed to make a thunderous cry.

It broke into countless pieces with a click.

"Send you a ride."

Yang Lin bounced his fingers slightly.

A blade held in the hand flashed like flowing light.

In an instant, it fell into the middle of Ito's eyebrows.

Seeing the light in the other person's eyes disappear instantly, Yang Lin's face was as calm as water. His figure sitting there suddenly seemed to have lost weight and moved back three feet silently.

boom……

The bluestone on the ground was overturned, and the air exploded like thunder.

Fried so that the stone powder was flying.

An old and thin man, but he was posing with his hands, and pressed his backhand slightly on the ground.

"Stop the air, sacrifice yourself?"

Yang Lin looked at the old man with a slight appreciation and smiled: "This method of shaking the air and turning the earth is indeed the true meaning of Taoism's void and quietness. Unexpectedly, some of the ideas we have lost have been really developed overseas, which is a pity and hateful."

He could see through the truth about the other party's air falling at a glance. At this moment, his palm was surrounded by green light, and he also slapped the void. "I'll also let you try your skills and see how it compares to the original version?"

He learned the tricks on the spot when he observed the qi and practiced on the spot. Under the guidance of a high-level state, this palm was much more exquisite than the one used by Zhizhi Shengping.

Five meters away, press down with one palm.

Bo...

A light sound.

Zhizhi Moriping's body shook slightly, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "It turns out that he is the reincarnation of the Demon King, and he is invincible."

As he spoke, his mouth began to cough, and as he coughed, he coughed up a large piece of internal organs, and blood couldn't stop spraying all over the floor.

He covered his chest with an unwilling expression on his face. He used all his last bit of strength and shouted wildly: "Let's go, don't look back."

This sound was said to Iga Gen.

Three Danjin and five ninjas.

After one meeting, two ninjas died first. The other three were not even able to find a chance to take action. Yang Lin sat in the same place, suppressing the ninjutsu, suppressing his spirit, and not even daring to take action.

And the three of them, Ito Nobu finished his move and the knife was broken and the person was killed.

As for me, I was shaken by the opponent's void and shattered my internal organs five meters away.

This method is basically the same as the immortal method.

"Can he have practiced the highest level of martial arts and achieved the gods with his physical body?"

Therefore, according to old people, Shaolin Bodhidharma and Wudang Sanfeng Zhenren were called immortals in the world, traveling around the world, leaving behind various miracles.

Those wonderful means, even after thousands of years, are still widely circulated.

People from later generations were far-fetched and called their actions a magical method.

Now, the young man in front of him also has this sign.

The action was so wonderful, like a ghost or a god, completely unpredictable. The three of them came to assassinate him and they were wrong.

Instead of removing the strongest young generation of Chinese masters, the strongest inheritance of Japan was destroyed.

In fact, I couldn't steal the chicken and lost the rice, and I suffered a loss to my grandma's house.

"Old man, if you think badly, he won't run away."

Hearing Yuki Yuki's hoarse roar, Yang Lin laughed out loud.

"Yes, I can't escape."

Igayuan's face was sad and no longer hiding, and walked in through the door openly.

"The martial arts realm, therefore, is said to be the highest level, divided into Dan, Gang, Shen, and Dan Realm powerful hands, which have been used throughout the dynasties, but Gang Realm is not always available, and the Divine Realm is even rarer. It is rare to see one in hundreds of years. Unexpectedly, I was lucky enough to meet in person."

"As a warrior, he can see such a powerful and mysterious power. He can die in the morning and Dao. How can he escape without fighting?"

"Very good, no wonder I became the first master in the small country of Japan. Not only did I practice martial arts well, but my mind and demeanor were also extraordinary. Since that's the case, in order to be worthy of your identity, I will let you keep a whole body."

Yang Lin chuckled and said to himself, his figure had already swept up like light smoke and pointed into a sword. The sword light penetrated three feet straight, and with a whoosh, it hit Iga Yuan's throat.

This attack speed and attack speed made Iga Yuan look at him in person, and he almost couldn't react.

He roared angrily.

All the blood in my body boiled, and it was like a scorching sun rising in the room.

He actually integrated his life's essence and blood into it and punched him out.

The fist's elixir was boiling, and the bright red light was emitted, blocking the two fingers directly.

puff……

The sword light is like a rotten wood.

Iga Gen asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this also a martial art?"
To be continued...