The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 368

Who did this to Nishiyama Jiro?
Is it the one who stepped on the sky and still didn't come down?

If it is him.

This is provoking Iga Shrine.

This is slapping Iga Shrine in the face.

In the history of Iga Shrine, there have been such people who thought they were strong enough to challenge Iga Shrine, but in the end, without exception, they all became the rations of wild beasts in the mountains.

"You dare to hurt me, a member of the Iga Shrine, immediately get down from the air, kneel down and kill yourself."

Someone with a fiery temperament raised his head, roared loudly, and had a hideous face.

The others also had cold eyes, and they clenched the bamboo and wood samurai swords in their hands tightly.

"While the deity is not angry, the person who spoke disrespect just now will kneel down and cut off his tongue and cut off his arms.

Otherwise, nothing will be left here. "

Lin Yang's figure was like falling autumn leaves, he stepped on the square calmly, stood in front of many Iga Jingu disciples, and said indifferently.

The disciples of the Iga Shrine in these squares, those with the highest cultivation level are only at the peak of Anjin, and those with the lowest cultivation are at the early stage of Anjin. To kill these people, it is effortless for Lin Yang.

However, these children, although their cultivation base is not high, their anger is not low, especially in front of the Iga Shrine they rely on, they have no scruples at all, with a sinister smile on their faces, and they look at Lin Yang viciously.

"Boy, you are looking for death. We are the disciples of Iga Shrine. We are high above the ground. Even if common people see us, they will kneel down and worship us, let alone you. You are too ignorant of the majesty of heaven and earth, so let grandpa educate you. "

The warrior who had a bad temper and scolded Lin Yang angrily had a strong body, a full head taller than ordinary people, and the muscles on his arms were like tree tumors, extremely huge.

Of course, this person's cultivation base is not too low, with the cultivation base of the middle stage of Anjin, he is a good existence among the disciples of Iga Shrine in front of him.

Stepping on clogs, he stepped out more and more, and came to Lin Yang, grinning grinningly at the corner of his mouth, holding the bamboo and wood samurai sword he used for practice in both hands, and slashed straight at Lin Yang's head.

'Too conceited! '

Jiro Nishiyama, who was lying face down on the ground, used his hands to support his body with difficulty, and finally sat on the ground, panting heavily, seeing this scene, he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.

However, he will not remind this Jingu disciple that it is best for this disciple to be beheaded by Lin Yang. In this way, the hatred between Lin Yang and Iga Jingu can be inseparable, and someone can avenge their Xishan brothers .

call!
The bamboo samurai sword used for practice was chopped down from the sky, with a violent whistling sound, it reached the top of Lin Yang's head in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the indifferent Lin Yang, this disciple sneered, thinking that Lin Yang was scared stupid.

But at this moment, Lin Yang, who was standing casually, had a flash of light in his eyes, and the poisonous dagger he was holding in his hand suddenly swung out, and a three-foot jet-black light slashed directly at the Iga Shrine disciple in an instant, unexpectedly It was at this moment that he simply ignored the bamboo and wooden samurai sword that had been chopped off.

And Daomang's speed is unimaginably fast, appearing in front of this disciple in the blink of an eye.

'This is... the sword glow! '

The disciple was startled.

Sword light, that is a unique skill that only Huajin ninjas can display. They dark energy warriors are not even ninjas.

Even the disciples of the Iga Shrine around them were shocked. They never expected that at Lin Yang's age, it would be impossible for him to possess the cultivation level of a Huajin ninja.

"Boy, why get angry."

The Iga Jingu disciple, who was facing Lin Yang's sword light, was heartbroken and thought that he was going to die. At last, there was a voice from the Iga Jingu, like the sound of a life-saving fairy.

Then, a figure, carrying a simple samurai sword on its back and wearing a washed-white samurai uniform, rushed out of the Iga Jingu like lightning, came behind the disciple in the blink of an eye, raised a With a withered palm, he grabbed the disciple's back and threw it back forcefully.

On the other hand, the other withered palm clenched its fist and slammed it towards Lin Yang's black sword light. A golden light burst out instantly above the fist, like a golden lamp.

boom!
The fist was like a hammer, and in the blink of an eye, it was bombarded with the sword light. When the monstrous sound waves rippled and opened, the black sword light also shattered, shattered and dissipated.

This is an old man with gray hair, with a wrinkled face, only one eye, and on the other eye, there is an obvious knife glow, which goes from the brow bone down and passes through the middle of the eye socket. I think it was this knife at that time, Chop this eye blind.

"Boy, Iga Xunshan, the guardian of this Iga Shrine, we Iga Shrine seem to have no grievances with you, why did you make such a murderous move, and what do you mean?"

Yiga Xunshan glanced at Jiro Nishiyama, who was sitting on the ground with a blue face and black blood on the corner of his mouth. A cold light flashed in his eyes, staring at Lin Yang's face, and said in a cold voice.

And the fist that he had just shattered the knife glow was shrunk in the large warrior uniform, hanging on the side of his body, and there was a tiny bloodstain on the face of the fist, dripping with drops of blood, which was well covered up by him.

"Just now, you shouldn't have shot. Because I never like to say what I said a second time."

Facing the questioning, Lin Yang blinked indifferently and said coldly.

This behavior directly caused Deyi He Xunshan's breathing to stagnate suddenly, and there was a flash of fierceness between the one-eyed pupils.

"Boy, you have strength at the Huajin level, which is indeed extraordinary, but this is the Iga Shrine, the holy land of Japan, it is impossible to allow you to act wildly, and you will pay the due price for your arrogance."

Iga Xunshan said in a deep voice.

After saying that, his old palm stretched out behind his back, grasped the simple samurai sword, and drew it violently.

brush!
Nearly one meter long, the samurai sword with a cold blade was directly unsheathed and stood on the chest.

Iga Xunzan raised his other palm, held the handle of the katana with both hands, and was shocked.

Immediately, a sharp breath emanated from Yihe Xunshan.

This breath is completely different from that of Brother Xishan.

In Yihe Xunshan, there is an extra agility that only a person who cultivates immortals can have. This agility is enough to cause a qualitative change, making Iga Xunshan different from ordinary martial arts practitioners.

"interesting!"

Lin Yang took a deep look at Yihe Xunshan and sneered.

Then, he stepped forward in one step, and walked towards Iga Xunshan without any fear under the eyes of everyone.

"Looking for death, cut off the flow!"

Seeing Lin Yang approaching, Yihe Xunshan was not at all afraid of the samurai sword in his hand, and couldn't help being furious.

After yelling, he held the knife with both hands, the tip of the knife drew a circular arc from top to bottom, and the knife cut off the water, and the whole blade turned into a white light from bottom to top, towards Lin Yang, Slash out.

(End of this chapter)