my goddess school flower

In the duel of masters of their level, those who are level five or below can't get involved at all, just like Wang Ziqiao watching the battle of top level masters.

Even a sneak attack would not have much effect, unless a large-caliber sniper rifle with a bullet several times the speed of sound could pose a threat to Prince Joe.

However, ninjas also have the pride of ninjas, just like Chinese martial arts people who generally don't know how to use firearms. As for Shilong, that is completely different, because they are national personnel.

The two ninjas who attacked Prince Joe are named Takeda Chang and Takeda Hiroshi. They are also members of the Takeda family, and they are twin brothers. They did not go to the martial arts conference this time, because their purpose is to sit in the Rosa Gate to avoid being hostile. Faction attack.

It is precisely because of this that they escaped unharmed.

Wang Ziqiao's injury healed in an instant, and the next blow of Takeda Chang and Takeda Hiroshi had already arrived.

It's just that they are fast, Wang Ziqiao is faster, double-clicking and swinging, another series of fast swords, not the fastest, only faster, the two sword lights are infinitely forward, regardless of the length of the distance, because the last sword light It will automatically push the previous sword glow forward to strike.

As the Takeda brothers dodged, Prince Joe's arm turned into a machine gun, sweeping everything...

dang dang...

The sparks scattered, so the Takeda brothers had to fly back quickly, jumped onto the roof, and escaped from Prince Joe's quick sword.

Fighting against the two sixth-level opponents, there was no sign of defeat at all, and it also made all the ninjas around feel terrified.

"If you don't kill me, I'm going to kill you!" Wang Ziqiao sneered, and a wind magic was released from the magic. Although he didn't use the spiritual power in his body, it didn't mean he couldn't use the magic wand. god.

Wang Ziqiao's physical body had already reached the sixth-level standard. After being blessed with wind magic, his speed was so fast that he could no longer see it. Hiroshi Takeda rushed to kill the past.

Takeda Hiroshi was already a little frightened. He found that he had been locked by Prince Joe's aura, and he had nowhere to escape. He was forced to fight.

But Wang Ziqiao's castration changed slightly, the afterimage was elongated, and the sword peak turned slightly, turning into a gorgeous sword shadow and arm shadow, just like the waves, with the sound of the wind whistling, stacked into layers, turning Takeda Hiroshi's body The saber qi was defeated, and a gap was cut through it. The long sword flashed past with Wang Ziqiao's figure, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Takeda Hiroshi's throat.

"Ah... be careful, brother!" Wutian Chang uttered a scream. He couldn't imagine why Wang Ziqiao's speed was so fast. Like the wind, he couldn't catch any trajectory of the sword. Trying to resist Prince Qiao's sword glow.

flutter!

The figure of Wang Ziqiao flashed past Takeda Hiroshi, and then stopped five meters away.

Looking at Takeda Hiroshi again, the neck has disappeared, crushed by countless sword flowers, the blood is like a huge blooming red flower, scattered and shot out, and Takeda Hiroshi's head also rolled down, and there is only fear and unwillingness in his eyes .

"Ah..." Seeing this scene, Wu Tianchang was so angry that he turned around and rushed towards Prince Joe.

However, Wang Ziqiao seemed to be teleporting, the figure suddenly disappeared from the original place, and a little blue light quickly approached Wu Tianchang, and quickly grew in size, just like the flower bone blooming quickly under the spring breeze, the beauty is fascinating. .

Takeda Chang watched this scene in a daze, even forgetting to attack and defend.

When this blue flower covered his head, he immediately showed a horrified appearance, like a piranha, and in a flash, Takeda Chang had become a headless corpse.

The afterimages overlapped and merged into one place. Wang Ziqiao's figure reappeared. He held the sword in both hands, and he let out a slight breath. The blood beads on the two swords were slipping from the long sword and dripping on the ground.

Elegant and cruel, like a devil.

At this moment, the entire Rosa Gate was silent, and it looked very strange. The hundred or so ninjas who were trying to rush towards Prince Joe just now stopped suddenly.

Wang Ziqiao looked up at the starry sky with his eyes as black as ink, as if he didn't care who the two dead people were. It's a pity that there were no stars tonight, and the sky was gray.

"What is power? What is meaning? What is heart? Could it be that only experts at the seventh level can comprehend it? Even the guy who became a great magician has not cultivated to level nine. He should be worried about the soul and the soul. The physical body is too suitable, and then fused together, so that it is impossible to cultivate the soul alone and become a magician, right? How should I go?" Wang Ziqiao thought to himself.

But the ninjas around them finally came to their senses, roaring loudly for the first few people at the top of the fifth level: "Kill, kill him, avenge the two seniors!"

After they roared like this, the rest of them finally came to their senses, raised their samurai swords, and rushed towards Prince Joe.

Wang Ziqiao withdrew his thoughts and looked at the person rushing over. Almost instantly, an incomparably fierce momentum swept away from his body.

From silence to sharpness, it transformed in an instant, as if from the warmth of spring to the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month when everything withered, the whole world trembled, and everyone felt a chilly wind blowing towards their faces .

However, relying on the large number of people, these ninjas still slashed at Wang Ziqiao, forming a huge sheet of saber energy, covering Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao raised his swords, moved his feet, and his posture was extremely elegant, like the wind and catkins, as if dancing, sword shadows fluttered around him, sometimes spreading like flowers, sometimes overlapping, the swords covering him collapsed one after another, Wang Ziqiao He rushed into the crowd.

The sword light was cold, like a god's help, after passing by, there were lines of blood.

Wang Ziqiao's figure is as fast as the wind, undulating and elegant, gorgeous and light, he seems to be killing someone, and his expression is calm, as if he is listening or telling someone silently...

He shuttled among the crowd, but no one could touch the hem of his clothes. Every time he stabbed with the sword, there were countless afterimages, making it hard to guard against.

Blood stained the ground.

But this group of ninjas were not afraid of Ling Wei, knowing that moths were flying into the flames, they still rushed towards Prince Qiao.

The day they became ninjas, they knew that life no longer belonged to them, but to their sect.

The sect is no longer there, and they have only one way to die.

The sword light suddenly appeared, as graceful as a swimming dragon, as light as a frightened bird...

It was a great night, it was a killing night.

When Wang Ziqiao stopped and stood in the middle of the courtyard, the knife in the hand of a ninja behind him also fell to the ground with a clear and intoxicating sound, and the ninja himself slowly fell on his back, with a thousand unwillingness in his eyes.

But Wang Ziqiao then sighed softly: "It's almost there!"

Matsubara Zhisha and Matsubara Junko on the pavilion were stunned, silently looking at the figure standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, feeling dazed for a while.