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Wang Ziqiao's avatar is transformed by using the magic power in his body. Under the blessing of wind magic, it is as fast as the wind. As soon as your Lanyin sword collided with Iga Mingyin's samurai sword, it was quickly recovered, and it was another With a stab forward, it instantly turned into hundreds of sword shadows, completely enveloping Yihe Mingyin.

Seeing this, Yihe Mingyin didn't dare to hold Wang Ziqiao's ink attack sword anymore, so he could only retreat quickly, wielding the long knife in his hand, to resist Wang Ziqiao's fast sword.

"It's too slow!" Wang Ziqiao's wind magic avatar said: "Prick your left shoulder!"

"flutter!"

"Attention, right shoulder!"

"flutter!"

"Calf!"

"flutter!"

……

Tangtang, who was in the middle of the seventh level, was unable to resist, and was chased by Wang Ziqiao in the void, hitting wherever he pointed. Although these injuries were just scratched into the flesh, they were not considered serious injuries, but they also made Yihe Mingyin furious.

When Wang Ziqiao's Lanyin sword stabbed at his shoulder again, he didn't dodge, mobilized all his true energy, formed a huge real yuan sword light on the long knife, aimed at Wang Ziqiao's clone and slashed down.

boom!

A knife cut through the air, and pressed down from the top of Wang Ziqiao's clone.

Seeing this, Wang Ziqiao's true self just smiled slightly, allowing the clone to be chopped off, the magic power of his whole body gathered on the Mo Gongjian, his feet stepped into the void, and the space oscillated, his figure was like a cannonball, and rushed towards Yihe Mingyin.

Most of Yihe Mingyin's power has been used to deal with Wang Ziqiao's clone. In this way, the power used to deal with Wang Ziqiao's real body is much less. Although he still uses his energy hand to resist Mo Gongjian, he just persisted In an instant, he was crushed by Mo Gongjian.

boom!

Mo Gongjian pierced through Yihe Mingyin's handprint and touched his chest.

Whoosh!

Yihe Mingyin flew backwards and hit the mountainside behind him, smashing a big hole out of the rock.

Prince Qiao's true self followed closely behind, and also fell into the pit.

Wang Ziqiao's avatar had been shattered by the knife just now, and the Lanyin sword was suspended in the void, and followed Wang Ziqiao and fell into the deep pit.

The countless disciples of the Iga Sect below were silent, because everyone knew that this battle would determine the future of the Iga Sect. If Iga Mingyin lost, then the entire Iga Sect would very likely become the sword of this white-haired demon The next ghost, on the contrary, if he wins and kills this demon that makes the whole ninja world terrified, then Iga Zong's prestige will definitely increase again.

However, in the current situation, everyone has already seen the result, the dignified ancestor was actually hit into the rock, how could it be better?

After a long time, Wang Ziqiao carried Iga Mingyin's body, drilled out of the deep pit, suspended in the sky, and looked down.

"The ancestor is dead!"

"The Great Elder is dead!"

……

Iga Zong immediately exploded.

More than a thousand members of the sect turned pale in panic, and many ninjas have already fled to the distance quickly.

"No one is allowed to escape, otherwise, there will be no mercy!" Matsubara Junko yelled, and a wind blade killed more than ten escaped ninjas.

Wang Ziqiao stared at the bottom, and a voice came out: "Sneak attacker, don't die!"

After hearing this, all the ninjas below fell to their knees and kowtowed repeatedly.

Iga Zong is one of the three super sects. Among them, there are nearly ten sixth-level masters. Two of them were killed by Wang Ziqiao before, but there are still eight. This group of people is also the backbone of the entire Iga Zong, but at this time of them, but not one of them fled.

No matter how fast you run, how fast can you fly?Besides, this white-haired demon can easily kill even the ancestors in the middle of the seventh level. Wouldn't it be as simple as chopping vegetables to kill his own group?

A few more flexible minds had already brought out Matsubara Zhisha, who had been imprisoned for several months, and kowtowed one after another: "We surrender, and we are willing to serve you as the master, as long as you don't kill us!"

As for the Iga Sect, Wang Ziqiao did not intend to kill them all. After all, it is almost impossible for the already destroyed Shura Sect to control the entire ninja world in Japan. The Iga Sect still has great use.

Of course, this must ensure that they dare not have any disobedience.

Landing in front of Matsubara Zhisha from the void, Wang Ziqiao found that Matsubara Zhisha was seriously injured, almost dying, and the true energy in his body had been abolished, which shows that he has suffered a lot these days.

"Master!" Matsubara Zhisha knelt tremblingly in front of Wang Ziqiao.

A ray of light flashed from Wang Ziqiao's magic wand, covering Matsubara Zhisha, and said, "Don't worry!"

"Thank you master!"

This time, Wang Ziqiao used the advanced healing technique of the wind system: bathing in the spring breeze.

Under the spring breeze, everything revives, and it has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Although it is not as good as the ultimate recovery technique of the wood system "Dead Wood Comes Spring", it only takes a few tens of seconds to heal the wounds in a person's body.

At this time, the other eight sixth-level ninjas also knelt down in front of Wang Ziqiao, bowing their heads in silence.

Wang Ziqiao took a look at several people. These eight people were of different ages. The youngest was 50 to 100 years old, and the oldest was over [-] years old.

This kind of strength can be called a martial art in China.

"Look up, all of you!" Prince Joe said to them.

The eight people raised their heads, but they didn't dare to look directly at Wang Ziqiao.

"I know that you all belong to the Iga family, or are slaves of the Iga family, but since then, the Iga clan has disappeared, only the Shura sect, and I am your master!" Wang Ziqiao said.

"Yes, Master!" The eight spoke in unison.

Wang Ziqiao squinted his eyes. He knew that these people could not really regard him as their master, they were just making allowances for the time being, and they would definitely betray him if possible.

However, Wang Ziqiao is not helpless. Among the senior magicians in this world, which one does not have a slave?The forbidden magic that was previously weak and unusable can be barely used now.

With a shake of his hand, Wang Ziqiao took out a magic scroll, with gold and jade as the axis and animal skin as paper, which he had prepared before leaving Dongpu to go to the North Pole for training. However, at that time, he was only level six and could not use the taboo A level servant contract is just a preparation in advance.

But right now with the help of two seven-level souls, it can barely be produced.

As soon as he said and done, Wang Ziqiao suspended the magic scroll in the void, made seals with both hands, uttered spells, gathered luck, and used spiritual power to outline runes on the animal skin paper, like written words, with golden light.

A few minutes later, Wang Ziqiao stopped speaking with a pale face, took the scroll in his hand, glanced at it roughly, nodded in satisfaction, placed it in front of the leader of a sixth-level late-stage old man, and said: "Press the scroll on it Put your bloody handprint on it!"

"This?" The old man already felt that the scroll was unusual, and he also felt the loss of Wang Ziqiao's blood and spiritual power, and his heart jumped.

"Didn't you already recognize me as master? This is a master-servant contract. After your fingerprints are signed, you will be my slave!" Wang Ziqiao said.