Sun Xuepu was moved and said, "Since this matter is so dangerous, why do you have to interfere? Do you want to save her?"

Chu Liuxiang sighed, "If I don't know where she is, how can I save her?"

Sun Xuepu was silent for a while and said slowly: "You have forgotten to ask me something."

Chu Liuxiang said: "What's the matter?"

Sun Xuepu said: "You forgot to ask me where I painted her portrait."

Chu Liuxiang said in a lost voice: "Yes, this must be related."

Sun Xuepu said: "Five miles away from the city, there is a Wuyi Temple. I painted her portrait. Master Suxin, the abbot in the temple. He is her best friend. I must know her whereabouts."

Chu Liuxiang said: "What else?"

Sun Xuepu stopped talking.

Chu Liuxiang put away the portrait. She turned around and looked back and said, "Although the eyes are blind, the heart is not blind. If you take the heart as your eyes, can't you paint... Brother Sun, think carefully and take care of it."

Sun Xuepu was stunned, his eyebrows and eyes moved, and he shouted: "Add to give me advice, may I ask me about my surname?"

At this time, Chu Liuxiang and Han Wen had already gone far away.

There was a man in the shadow outside the window and said coldly: "His surname is Chu, and his name is Liuxiang."

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"Wait! Something is wrong!", and rushed dozens of feet away, Han Wen suddenly called Chu Liuxiang.

Chu Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, and her face was full of horror. There were only four words left in her heart - killing someone to silence! Yes! Tian Yingzi's killing, Tianqiang Xing Song Gang... The tragic death of one person after another, which shows that there is always a tail behind them!

"What are you waiting for! Go back and take a look!" Chu Liuxiang was anxious and raised her legs and was about to leave.

Han Wen held his shoulder and said, "The troops were divided into two groups! I'll check out Old Man Sun, hurry up and go to Wuyi Temple. If that person wants to kill someone to silence him, I'm afraid that the people from Wuyi Temple will be killed! Hurry up and take action!"

Chu Liuxiang went straight to the foot of the mountain without saying a word. Han Wen was also like lightning and rushed to Sun Xuepu's house. But when he arrived, Sun Xuepu had already fallen to the ground and died, and his neck was directly broken.

Looking at the empty eyes, Han Wen was speechless. Suddenly, he shouted: "Who?"

A figure flashed outside the door, and Han Wen chased him up. The figure suddenly appeared, as if he was deliberately leading him to somewhere. This person's light skills are extremely comparable. Han Wen could not bully him in a moment or three moments!

The pursuit was getting farther and farther away, Han Wen frowned high and said to herself: I see where you want to lead me.

Suddenly, the sound of flowing water came from afar. There was another cliff in front of me. The cliff was surging downstream, with flying beads splashing jade. The two sides were more than ten feet wide, and there was only a stone beam connected. The man in black disappeared here, but...

The stone beam, which was only two feet wide, was sitting cross-legged at this moment, and Shan Feng was shining his clothes. He seemed to fall down at any time. If he fell down, he would definitely be crushed to pieces, but he closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Han Wen walked closer and saw clearly the man. His face was sallow and his eyebrows were thick, and his nose was covered with eagle. Although he closed his eyes, he felt a sharp murderous aura.

He sat cross-legged, barefoots exposed under his clothes, but placed a pair of high-toothed ebony clogs in front of him, and the clogs were placed next to him with a black-shewn sword of a strange style.

The mountain wind blew his clothes and flew. The black silk robe was woven into eight crazy cursive characters with dragons and phoenixes, "The sword of a must have been killed, and there is no mercy to block it."

The empty mountains are silent, in the misty morning mist. There is such a person sitting on the cliff standing on the wall, making this ethereal valley suddenly full of strange and mysterious feeling.

Korean spoke coldly: "What an arrogant tone! Japanese people, you shouldn't appear here!"

The man still kept silent.

Han Wen looked at the cliff of Juegu and sneered: "What are your plans for deliberately leading me here?"

The man's eyes suddenly opened. He glanced at Han Wen and heard him slowly say, "The world is so big, where can you go? Why do you have to leave here?"

He spoke very slowly, saying every word clearly, but it sounded unspeakable and harsh, like a sharp edge of a knife rubbing against a bamboo pole.

Han Wen thought and blurted out, "Your Majesty?"

The man said, "Tianfeng Shishiro."

Han Wen frowned slightly, and for a long time, he said, "What kind of genre is from?"

His meaning was very obvious. Tianfeng Shiro also looked at him and said slowly: "Igaya!"

"Igaru? Hum!" Han Wen was puzzled, and suddenly he seemed to remember someone who had said to me by the Seng Wuhua, and asked now: "Iga Nonkin Hero? People who appeared in southern Fujian twenty years ago?"

Tianfeng Shishiro stood up and said, "That's right!"

"Why are you here?" Han Wen glanced at the scenery in this area and suddenly saw a house. He said, "Is that your home?"

"No! No!" Tianfeng Shishiro smiled with a ferocious look on his face and said, "That is Qiu Lingsu's home!"

"Qiu Lingsu?" Han Wen narrowed her eyes and asked, "Do you know her?"

Tianfeng Shishiro suddenly laughed wildly towards the sky. His shrill laughter made the pine needles in the distance fall down, and the green mountains also lose their color.

Han Wen frowned. Although he hated this laughter, what he was even more curious about... what happened to this Shishiro Tianfeng!

I heard Tianfeng Shishilang laugh wildly and said, "You ask me if I recognize her? I am willing to be humiliated by Ren Ci for her and returned to Japan with hatred. I swear that I will never come to Middle Earth again when Ren Ci has a lifetime... For her happiness, I am willing to be a palm of Ren Ci, and I will not fight back. I will not marry her until now! But at this moment, you ask me if I recognize her!"

Han Wen was surprised. He really didn't expect that there was such a love-hate relationship between "Iga Ninja" and Ren Ci and his wife. He didn't expect that this strange man who seemed even colder than Ice would be so infatuated! His love was so infatuated that he was not inferior to Jamuha and others.

Except for Jamuha, Ximen Qian, Zuo Youzheng and Lingjiuzi, this is the fifth person. These five people are also distorted by love and are willing to suffer the pain of longing for life. The only difference is that Jamuha and four others are dead, but this person is alive.

The laughter finally stopped, and Tianfeng Shishilang said sternly: "Now Ren Ci is dead, Qiu Lingsu finally belongs to me completely. Except for me, no one in the world wants to see her again."

Qiu Lingsu is in that room? It really takes no time to get it!

Han Wen's heart moved and said, "Give up the way!"

Tianfeng Shishiro smiled grimly: "Don't think about it!"

The stone beam is surrounded by a deep valley, with the two sides being more than ten feet wide, and it is difficult for anyone to fly over. If you want to pass over Tianfeng Shisilang's head, the chance of success is only one thousand percent.

Han Wen took a deep breath, used his palm as his claws, and he was about to break through!

At this moment, with a "choking" sound, a flash of light, Tianfeng Shishilang's wide robe flew out, and he was placed on a tree as thick as a bowl next to the cliff.

After a sudden glance, it seemed to be a flying ring with silver light. Han Wen wanted to look carefully, but then he heard a "click" sound. A tree had been folded into two pieces. The silver ring flew back to Tianfeng Shishilang's sleeves and disappeared.

In the Central Plains martial arts world, there are more than hundreds of hidden weapons, and there are also many top experts. However, Tianfeng Shishiro's technique is absolutely different from that of anyone. The silver flying ring with indescribable strange and mysterious secrets, flying around, it seems to be alive.

Han Wen narrowed his eyes and smiled sarcastically: "Iga's technique is indeed unique."

Tianfeng Shishiro smiled grimly and said, "This is the 'death scroll technique' among the nine secret skills of ninjutsu. If I hadn't shown mercy, what if that tree was replaced by your neck? Why don't you leave quickly!"

Han Wen smiled and said, "Death scroll technique? This name is really scary, but trees are dead. People live. Will I stretch my neck and wait for you to condom?"

Tianfeng Shishiro shouted angrily: "Do you want to try?"

Amid the shouts, a flash of light has flown towards Korean.

Korean Wen felt the light dazzling, and a silver light like an eagle bowl came immediately, and it came much faster than he had imagined. He turned his body and moved away seven feet away. Unexpectedly, the silver light seemed to be alive, following him like a shadow. He flew over again.

Han Wen's figure flashed, flashing seven times in a row, and looked at it. But he felt that the sky was full of silver light, which made people wonder how to dodge. Suddenly, Han Wen swept out with one claw, and his "ding" claws were on the silver light. But with a "choke" sound, the silver light in the sky suddenly disappeared. The eagle bowl closed, turned into a ring, landed on the ground and flew back.

Tianfeng Shishiro changed his color and shouted angrily: "Eight-Grid Wild Deer, how dare you break my 'Dead Scroll Technique'... OK, look at my 'Danjing Technique' again."

Suddenly, a purple mist rolled up like a wave. There seemed to be a little shiny purple star in the fog. Han Wen retreated and suddenly flew up into the sky.

I heard a loud "boom" sound, like lightning and lightning. The purple mist and light smoke scattered everywhere. A big tree behind Han Wen was split in half from the middle, and the two halves fell down. The heart of the tree was as if struck by lightning and had become coke. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves were flying. A vibrant tree had all died in an instant, and most of the green leaves turned yellow.

Han Wen saw it and was slightly surprised, and said to himself: "This ninjutsu is indeed very evil."

His body swept three feet away and fell on the stone beam. The sky-Shisilang, who was full of evil spirits and murderous intent, was only a few feet away from him.

Han Wen's expression remained unchanged and said, "I have experienced ninjutsu and I want to learn about your sword of killing! I heard that it's very good!"

Tianfeng Shishiro said word by word: "Do you want to see my 'Slaying in the Wind'?"

Han Wen smiled and said, "Even if you let me go, I won't go. My interest in you is greater than Mrs. Ren. I have experienced your "Slaying in the Wind" and I want to 'talk' with you're still good."

Tianfeng Shishilang smiled grimly and said, "This 'Slaying in the Wind' is the essence of swordsmanship. The sword will kill you, and there will be no mercy for blocking it. After you see it, you will never want to talk to others."

He was inclined to the Korean language without any moment, his eyes emitting a strange light, and his slow tone seemed to have a strange hypnotic power.

Although Han Wen was still smiling, every minute and every inch of his body was full of warning, but his eyes were just staring at the knife.

The sword is five feet long and narrow as a sword.

This strange long sword naturally has unique moves.

Suddenly, Tianfeng Shisilang grabbed a long sword. The man had already jumped up and the sword had been unsheathed! The sword light was like a pool of autumn water, green and cold, piercing into the muscles and bones.

Tianfeng Shishiro held the scabbard in his left hand, held a long knife in his right hand, and hung his left hand under his waist, raised the knife with his right hand to the eyebrows, and the blade was facing outward, and could be cut down with one knife at any time.

But his body was like a stone statue and his strange eyes were in the Korean language. The sword light and eyes had already enveloped the Korean language.

Although the knife had not moved, Han Wen felt that the murderous aura that was forced out from the blade was getting heavier and heavier. He stood there without moving a little. He knew that as long as he moved a little, the door would inevitably be exposed, and the other party's "killing" sword would be cut down immediately.

This is the essence of Japan's swordsmanship. "If the enemy does not move, I will not move. Once the enemy moves, I will move first. If you don't fire, you will be defeated. If you don't fire, you will win." Isn't it just one move that can determine the outcome?

The clouds are gathered together, the leaves are rustling, and the earth is full of solemn and killing.

The sound of the rushing water seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and I couldn't even hear it. I could only hear the rhythmic breathing of Tianfeng Shishiro and Korean.

This confrontation of "quietness" is actually more terrifying than the fighting of "moving". It is because in this static state, it is full of unknowable crises and unknowable dangers, and no one can predict where Tianfeng Shishiro's sword will be cut.

Korean eyes were like lightning, and a black log sword slid out of his sleeves. The sword was not sheathed and was only treated as a stick, because he wanted to capture the Iga Ninja Knight alive. From the moment, this person is likely to be the murderer who created everything! This is more useful than Qiu Lingsu, who has no time to do anything!

Tianfeng Shishiro had a waxy face, as if it was dead. Suddenly, two wooden clogs fell into the cliff, and after a long time, they heard two "thumps" sounds. The wooden clogs fell into the water, just because Tianfeng Shishiro kicked it off.

Tianfeng Shishiro had already forced him over step by step.
To be continued...