The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 370
a time.

Sword light in the sky.

Underground group attack.

All are menacing.

Feeling this, Lin Yang felt a cold light flash in his eyes. He raised the sole of his foot toward the Iga Jingu Palace, paused suddenly, and then fell down suddenly, stepping on the floor tiles of the square in front of the palace.

boom!
The soles of his feet landed on the floor tiles, and the sound was not obvious amidst the countless clogs rushing around.

However, just after Lin Yang's foot fell, the entire square in front of the hall shook violently.

shhhhhhhh!

Abruptly, two-meter-long stone cones protruded densely, like super-sharp knives, all around Lin Yang, in this leveled square, suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing dozens of Iga The disciples of Jingu went away.

In an instant, the dozens of Iga Shrine disciples who surrounded Lin Yang didn't realize it, and they were all hit. Countless screams erupted from the mouths of these Iga Shrine disciples.

Then I saw that these Iga Jingu disciples, one by one, were directly pierced by the two-meter-long stone cone, either on the soles of their feet, or on their thighs, or on their bodies.

Countless fresh blood flowed around Lin Yang like trickles, exuding a strong smell of blood.

At this moment, this area is like a Shura battlefield.

And Lin Yang is the demon god in the battlefield.

However, Lin Yang didn't pay attention to this, he turned around abruptly, raised his head, and looked at the sword glow that was coming at him with a cold expression.

This saber light descended from the sky and came at a high speed, with a biting murderous aura, it seemed that Iga Xunshan wanted to kill him directly with this one.

"Unbelievable!"

Lin Yang snorted coldly.

He was hanging on one side, holding the right hand of the poisonous dagger, he raised it suddenly, and with a flick of his wrist, the black poisonous dagger immediately turned into a black light, drawing a black line in the sky like breaking through the darkness of light , and shot straight at the Zhang Xu Daomang that was quickly slashed down by Iga Xunshan.

Then, regardless of the result, Lin Yang turned around and stepped over corpses and pools of blood, towards the main gate of Iga Jingu Palace.

Above the sky, Yihe Xunshan saw Lin Yang so casually, just throwing the dagger out, that is, he ignored the behavior, couldn't help but stare with one eye, and then smiled ferociously, this kid is too arrogant, in this case, beheaded This son is bound to succeed, there will be no accidents!
When he was certain in his heart, the black poisonous dagger went up against the sky and faced the Zhang Xu Daomang face to face.

Keng!
The black poisonous dagger collided with the blade light, making a crisp metal collision sound.

The size of such a short dagger and the long light of Zhang Xu are simply not the same.

But in the end, instead of what Iga Xunshan imagined, at the moment of the collision, the sword light shattered the dagger. Instead, this small dagger, as if possessing amazing energy, unexpectedly crashed after the collision.

Click!
It was about ten feet long, and there was a sudden and subtle sound of cracking on the sword light like a sky cut, densely packed and connected into one piece.

In the end, the cracking sound became louder and louder, and the cracks permeated the entire blade light, which could be clearly seen.

boom!
Finally, the cracked sword glow couldn't hold on, and suddenly collapsed, turning into countless energy fragments, which fell to the sky.

It never occurred to Yihe Xunshan that he was so proud of being able to kill Lin Yang with a single blow, but Lin Yang casually threw the dagger, which was only more than one foot long, and smashed it into pieces.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to be too shocked, and he didn't have time to think about it. In his eyes, the weird black dagger, after shattering the blade light, didn't stop at all, and the speed didn't even slow down much. Direction, shot towards him, obviously wanting to kill him.

In an instant, the dagger was in front of him.

"drink!"

Iga Xunshan held the samurai sword, and before he could hesitate, he swung the samurai sword.

His samurai sword has been with him for ten years. It is a precious sword given to him by the head of the Iga family after he stepped into Huajin. It cuts iron like mud. It is not comparable to ordinary swords. It is very extraordinary. .

He felt that with this knife, the katana's ability to cut iron like mud was enough to cut off the dagger.

clang!
In the blink of an eye, the samurai sword and the dagger slammed together, sparks splashed, and steel whispered.

Then, Iga Xunshan was startled.

This simple samurai sword that had been with him for ten years, cut iron like mud, and gave him enough confidence, unexpectedly broke from the collision position at the moment it collided with the black dagger, and when sparks shot out.

But the black dagger can be clearly seen without any damage.

How can it be?

What kind of dagger is this?
Yihe Xunshan was startled, with a dazed look in his eyes, he did not expect this result at all.

However, at the moment when he was stunned.

call out!
The black poisonous dagger turned into a life-threatening blade, and with just a flash, there was no hindrance at all, and it directly leaped violently and plunged into Iga Xunshan's chest.

"puff!"

Stimulated by the severe pain, Iga Xunshan suddenly came back to his senses, and when he opened his mouth, he spewed out a big mouthful of blood, the blood was red and black, and had a slight stench, radiating out.

"poisonous!"

Feeling the condition of his body, his face paled suddenly. When he lowered his head, he saw the black dagger stuck in his chest. Black blood continued to flow out from the wound where the dagger was inserted, emitting a stench.

Then, dizziness appeared in the head, and the whole person seemed to be drunk, his footing was unstable, and he fell directly from the sky.

boom!
Yiga Xunshan, who was already deeply poisoned, hit the ground directly. After a muffled sound, Yiga Xunshan spewed out a mouthful of dirty blood again, but his eyes were closed tightly, as if he had lost consciousness. open.

I'm afraid I won't be able to open it in the future.

"That kid is so vicious. He even raised his hand to make Guardian Deyiga Xunshan die. It seems that when fighting our brothers in front, this kid didn't use his real strength, but was teasing us."

Seeing Iga Xunshan who was smashed to the ground, and Iga Jingu disciples who were stabbed to death by stone cones all around, Nishiyama Jiro, who was sitting not far away and was not attacked by the aftermath of the battle, couldn't help but gasped. Yang's strength caused incomparable shock.

At this time, he was even more disturbed. Could it be that Iga Shrine couldn't kill Lin Yang?
If so, who can avenge the hatred between him and Taro Nishiyama?

"Damn, hateful bastard, I, Nishiyama Jiro, would fall into his hands. I regret it too. Why did I conflict with him? I regret it."

Thinking of this, Jiro Nishiyama clenched his fists and slammed the floor tiles beside him hard, but in an instant, he coughed again and again, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood with a foul smell.

His time left is running out.

At this time, Lin Yang was already dressed casually, and stepped slowly into the main hall of the Iga Shrine.

(End of this chapter)