Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi's face was cold.

He doesn't care if it's Liusheng Mingyue or Liusheng Zongyan.

Whether it is Tianfengliu or Yagyu Xinyinliu.

If you dare to invade China, you will die!

Lin Pingzhi tightened the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand.

"You wait here, let me kill you!" Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

Yin Ergou's face changed when he heard Lin Pingzhi's words.

"My lord, wait a little longer, the first seat of Shaolin Temple will arrive soon!" Yin Ergou hurriedly said.

In his opinion, even if Lin Pingzhi killed Fujiwara Hideya.

That couldn't be Liu Shengmingyue's opponent.

And on those dozens of big ships, I don't know how many Japanese pirates are hidden in them.

Going like this is undoubtedly sending you to death!

"No." Lin Pingzhi refused, "They are just starting now, if I don't hurry up and wait for them to go further away, I may not be able to get on the boat with my lightness kung fu, even if the first seat of the people in your temple arrives, I'm afraid I can only watch helplessly Watch them leave!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Pingzhi stepped on his feet, stepped on the dark night, and chased directly towards the big boat.

Yin Ergou listened to Lin Pingzhi's words and thought it made sense, but he saw Lin Pingzhi's lightness kung fu.

He knew that he couldn't keep up with Lin Pingzhi's speed.

So he turned around quickly.

He is going to find the chief seats who rushed over and let them go first!

In this way, he might be able to save Young Master Mingyue!

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When Lin Pingzhi was rushing to the boat with the fragrance of the dark night.

From the beach, many ninjas in black night clothes suddenly appeared.

They watched Lin Pingzhi rush towards the big ship, and threw their shurikens one after another.

Lin Pingzhi glanced lightly and sneered.

Directly ignore their shuriken.

Fusang people have no internal strength.

A shuriken without internal strength could not break through the defense of Lin Pingzhi's Beiming Zhenqi.

The shuriken hit Lin Pingzhi's body, making "jingling" sounds continuously.

They randomly fell to the ground.

Although the ninjas were astonished, they had nothing to do with Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi kept approaching the big boat.

Of the dozen or so big ships, only one looked bigger.

And the flag is also different from other ships.

"That must be the boat that Liu Shengmingyue is on." Lin Pingzhi looked at the boat and murmured.

His figure began to fall.

Below is the sea surface, Lin Pingnei mentioned it vigorously.

When his shoes were about to touch the surface of the water, suddenly there was a rising force coming from the surface of the water.

Lin Pingzhi leaped into the sky again and swept towards the big ship.

After repeating this several times, Lin Pingzhi finally got a clear view of the big boat.

Among the dozen or so large ships, except for the special one, all of them were full of townspeople.

And the Japanese pirates on the big boat without townspeople also noticed Lin Pingzhi's approach.

With a sound of "kill the chicken".

Countless arrows shot towards Lin Pingzhi from the big ship.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes were fixed.

Arrows are no better than shurikens.

Arrows are much more powerful.

If he let the arrow hit him, his protective Beiming Zhenqi might be broken in two or three hits.

"Humph!"

Lin Pingzhi snorted coldly.

In the air, he pulled out the Weeping Blood Sword.