When the black shadow took action, Li Zhichang reached out and just saw the first snowflake.

His fingers were so gentle, just like touching a bud that was about to bloom in spring. This was not a flower, but a snowflake.

The gentle fingers bounced on the snowflakes at an unimaginable high speed.

The explosive power of this moment is by no means anything to describe.

But no matter how fast the snowflakes are, they are just snowflakes.

Flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, but it is very difficult to kill people.

It is even more difficult to kill a master who has experienced many battles. What's more, this is a killer, a person who specializes in killing people.

This killer, black-clothed facade, was a weapon of an oriental sword. The eyes exposed on the black scarf had a cold and strange light.

He is naturally a ninja, and a powerful ninja.

Ninjas can pretend to be anyone, and naturally they can also be masked in black.

Snowflakes arrived unexpectedly.

The man in black hit the snowflakes with one knife, neatly and neatly. Then the snowflakes were divided into two pieces and continued to attack him, and the position happened to be his eyes.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and the cold snowflakes hit his eyelids.

When he opens his eyes again.

At this moment, he could no longer see Li Zhichang.

He didn't move.

Because any movement at this time will bring Li Zhichang's counterattack.

Using stillness to control movement is not only the martial arts principles of Middle-earth.

As one of Igaru's most outstanding ninjas, he naturally understood this truth better. Until now, he had no time to blame the inaccurate information collection. His heart had sunk, and his perception was maximized. His hearing and eyesight had evaporated to the extreme.

The movements within fifty feet of the world could not be hidden from him, and the sounds of people's breathing were the same.

But he still couldn't find where Li Zhichang was.

But he could wait until the end of time. He didn't seem to be impatient.

Waiting was originally one of the most painful things in the world, but this ninja of Igaru seemed to be willing to do it.

His breathing was still so calm.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it piled up on him little by little.

He was originally in black, but was dyed white by snowflakes.

In the end he turned into a snowman.

He finally miscalculated something. He could wait, but God wouldn't.

He finally moved. If he didn't shake the snowflakes, although he wouldn't be frozen to death, his reaction would definitely become slow and his hands and feet would be numb.

Without speed, many of his abilities are difficult to use.

At this time, a gentle sigh floated from nowhere, and it seemed particularly prominent in this world where there was only wind and snow.

"You're defeated."

The ninja in black looked behind and saw a man sitting on a raised rock, dressed in white, the same color as white snow.

This person is the one he wants to kill.

He sat on the big rock, holding a pot of wine.

Alcohol can drive away cold and promote blood circulation, and naturally it will not make the body dull.

The ninja in black lowered his head, and the knife was already in his hand, and he moved.

Not to Li Zhichang, but to himself.

Li Zhichang sighed and said, "Don't rush to commit suicide first. Because I won't ask who asked you to kill me, I've known who it was long ago."

The man in black couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Zhichang continued: "If you want to commit suicide by separatism to protect the face of a warrior, I advise you not to do this."

The man in black slowly raised his head. Because Li Zhichang's words really fit his mood, he really wanted to commit suicide by separating himself. One is to not betray the person behind the scenes, and the other is to preserve the dignity of the warrior.

As Igaru's best ninja, he has to keep his dignity.

Li Zhichang said: "If you commit suicide by septum, I will take your body to feed the wild dog."

The black-clothed ninja said, "What do you want?" His speech was extremely slow, and he thought he rarely spoke. His voice was also very ugly. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he was unwilling to speak.

Li Zhichang said: "I am a little unfamiliar with the Japanese martial arts world. But your martial arts skills are not weak, what is your name?"

The black-clothed ninja said word by word: "Iga Harulei."

Li Zhichang said: "The name is good. What a pity." Then Li Zhichang did not continue.

Iga Haruray couldn't help but say, "What a pity?"

Li Zhichang said: "It's a pity that you won't live next spring. I forgot to tell you something. If you commit suicide without separatism, I will kill you and then feed them to the wild dog."

Iga Chunlei's face changed, but he didn't expect that Li Zhichang was teasing him.

However, his spirit had been disrupted by Li Zhichang and he had no chance of winning at this time.

Since death cannot guarantee dignity, it is better to live.

The strange purple smoke suddenly erupted, this was the poisonous smoke made by Igaru, which was extremely precious.

As soon as the poisonous smoke explodes, he can use the smoke to block Li Zhichang's vision and escape from here.

But there is one thing that is faster than poisonous smoke, and it is a sword light.

When the poisonous smoke had just erupted and only covered half of his body, the light of the knife pierced his throat.

He couldn't believe that there was such a fast flying knife in the world.

The purple smoke disappeared after a while.

Iga Harulei was lying on the ground, with a flying knife with a strange shape inserted into his throat.

Li Zhichang said: "I hope you won't be born in Japan again in the next life. I really don't like the people there."

Iga Harulei naturally couldn't hear this sentence.

But he is not the only one with ears here, and Li Zhichang is not the only one.

Behind the rocks on the other side, a girl holding a bright red oil paper umbrella walked out gently, wearing a small vest embroidered with cherry blossoms. She put away the oil paper umbrella, and her smooth and soft black hair immediately appeared, and at the same time, a very soft face appeared, with a very moving exotic style.

She said in an extremely gentle voice: "Why do you hate Eastern people so much?"

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "If the Japanese were as beautiful as you, maybe I wouldn't have hated them."

She chuckled softly: "Whether in Middle Earth or Japan, there are very few people as beautiful as me, so I don't think this is the reason why you hate Eastern people."

She is indeed very beautiful. In this snowy and ice, she is not even wearing shoes, but wearing a pair of jade feet and a slender and beautiful feet that can make any man lose his soul.

Li Zhichang said: "You are very smart, but if you have anything to say, you should just say it. I know there must be more than one person who came to kill me."

She said: "There were many people before, but even Iga Harulei died under your flying knife. Our people will never come to cause trouble for you in the future."

Li Zhichang said leisurely: "If you don't cause trouble for me, it doesn't mean I won't cause trouble for you. I have a bad temper, but it doesn't necessarily mean that I'm good-looking. Now guess whether you can go back alive." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!