Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~
The sound of flesh tearing echoed as four ninjas' expressions froze on their faces; blood marks appeared on their throats, and they fell to the ground with a crash!
Whoosh~
Suddenly, a piercing sound of wind roared!
Lin Fan focused his eyes and saw three shadows appear out of thin air, charging madly at him.
Sensing a whiff of danger, Lin Fan dared not hesitate and swung his arm for a sword slash!
Clang clang clang~
Three crisp clangs!
The three shadows were immediately struck by Lin Fan's sword, driven hard into the nearby wall: they were three throwing stars!
What surprised Lin Fan was the immense force behind these three throwing stars; even his arm felt slightly pained, something he hadn't experienced in years!
By Sato's side stood a masked ninja, holding a samurai sword, exuding cold murderous intent, with blood-tinged eyes like a ghost from hell.
"It's a Ghost Ninja!" Lin Fan was startled!
