Pirate's Infinite Wings

This ninja was more stubborn than Fang Lang imagined, and it was harder to deal with.

This is a bit bad.Fang Lang frowned. He wasn't sure if he would kill him with a single miss, but controlling his power was also a key point in controlling his own power. If he couldn't control his power, it was proof that he was not proficient.

In fact, it didn't take long for Fang Lang to get Cunzheng, and the fighting was even rarer, and it was just a running-in period.Cunzhen often sometimes made Fang Lang feel uncontrollable, which sometimes made Fang Lang feel distressed.

But now is not the time for distress.

Fang Lang swung his knife again, but this time he threw two swords empty.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful impact erupted from his legs. In the blink of an eye, Fang Lang disappeared in place-he rushed to the distance that the small knife was expected to fly and the direction from which the small knife shot.Then swing the knife upwards.

This time swinging the knife even caused a slight shock in the air. The airflow of the knife wind carved a small mark on the wall, and a big crack was stabbed on the ceiling.

But this was not the end. Fang Lang smashed the ceiling with a knife, and at the same time something exploded. Smoke immediately filled the entire corridor, making Fang Lang unable to see anything.

This is a smoke bomb!!

But Fang Lang also felt the aura of starting to move, and just by this point, Fang Lang would not be upset by a small smoke bomb.

Fang Lang narrowed his eyes, remembering the structure of this layer.Bend down and picked up the knife used to assassinate him, and threw it in a certain direction.There was a click, and then there was a click.Immediately afterwards, the water poured down, and the sound of it was like raining indoors.

Fang Lang was also very cold.But thanks to this emergency sprinkler, everything here becomes clear again.

I could feel the breath hidden again, but Fang Lang knew that this was a sign that the ninja stopped moving.He smiled confidently.

"I found you."

Fang Lang's knife pointed upward.Quanzang hides in the exhaust channel above.

He escaped really fast, and maybe he wanted to play a roundabout tactic, but it didn't work now.When he started his tactics, the front wave choked his actions and saw through everything.

"You have nowhere to escape, come out quickly."

As long as he moved, Fang Lang would immediately cut down in his direction.Don't give any chance to linger.

This is complete rolling.But Quan Zang also surprised Fang Lang a little.

Knowing that he was exhausted, Quan Zang hummed softly, and jumped out of the hole he had crawled in.He stood in front of Fang Lang, motionless, the running water also fell on him, making him also drenched.

Quan Zang did not forget the initial transaction with Fang Lang.Although Fang Lang did not agree directly.

Whether it is winning or losing, I hope Fang Lang can give them a way out for the remaining members of the ninja.Because of this, Quan Zang also gave up countless opportunities to escape.Obviously as a ninja, the first thing to do after the mission fails is to save his life.

But the situation is different now, it can't be the same as before.

The decision made has the same weight as enlightenment, and he will never violate it.Now, he lost.After losing to the samurai named Fang Lang, he was willing to lose.

Therefore, the offering of the head is no hesitation.

The whole Tibetan lowered his head.

The water wetted his hair, wet his clothes, and let the hair stick to his face in tufts.Originally because of the fluffy, tight hair that covered half of his face was pressed tightly to the side of his face, and his eyes faintly revealed a little.

There were no tears in these eyes, no despair, and no hatred.Just indifferent.

Quan Zang slowly raised his head.

There are no weapons left, only the last few smoke bombs.But it is useless now.

"It was I who lost, and I will sacrifice my life here."

Seeing Quan Zang's appearance of being strong, but still able to faintly see the dejected shadow, Fang Lang just wanted to laugh.He doesn't hate such a serious person, which also shows that Quan Zang is really betting his life with him.

Fang Lang doesn't hate such people, on the contrary, he likes them very much.

From the previous words, Fang Lang also learned that Quan Zang is not a person who likes hard work.They are different from Katsura and Takasugi.

However Fang Lang also needs, not such a desperate person.Leave a way out.

Fang Lang stepped forward step by step, and he walked slowly every step.Quan Zang showed only one eye.Fang Lang waved the knife, smashing the water above it.

Swinging the knife again-the purpose is not to cut off the head of the whole Hidden Hattori, he just retracted the knife in its sheath.

Since it is no longer necessary, why bother to scare people with it?

When he walked to Quanhiding, he just patted Quanhiding on the shoulder.

"Who told you that I want to take your life?"

Fang Lang used his usual frivolous tone when he said this, as if it were a joke between old friends.He also bent his eyes.Smiles like a big boy next door.

"No one has ever said that before."

The whole Tibetan was stunned.

Indeed, no one has said that.

But what does Fang Lang mean?

"what do you mean."

"I don't want to take your life. It's a pity to lose a good ninja in the world, no matter how you think. Of course, it doesn't mean to let you go, but I haven't thought about what I will do after I win you. Well, in that case..."

Fang Lang paused, pretending to be mysterious.

"How about you follow me before I make a decision? It's better to do things under my hands than to do things with the old guys in the shogunate."

Fang Lang's decision also stunned Quan Zang.He didn't expect Fang Lang to make such a decision to disconnect.

"why……"

"Because you are good enough, I admire you."

Fang Lang simply interrupted Quan Zang.

To be honest, he now has no choice but to go with Fang Lang, there is only a dead end.

However, the front seemed to be covered with light.

Even if he is still in darkness, he already has a way forward.

The hand extended to oneself is not illusory.

There is still a way to go ahead...