Chapter 589: Thunderous Means, a Killing Spree

"It's been discovered!"

Zhang Zhiwei slashed his sword finger, killing the extended spiritual power, and a shrill and penetrating fox howl sounded all around.

He stared at the Japanese pirates' headquarters, with golden flames boiling in his eyes. At this distance, ordinary people could not see the specific scenery, but he could see it in detail.

The Japanese pirate army is gathering. This is the headquarters of a regiment. If reorganized, there should be about 3,000 people.

But they need to guard the railway, so there are not many troops left in the headquarters, only about two hundred people.

The two hundred or so people reacted very quickly and were well-equipped, but they seemed to have no intention of chasing them out. They just guarded the headquarters and waited.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also saw a fox-shaped light shield rising up and covering the entire building.

This mask of light cannot be seen by ordinary people, not even by strangers who have acquired Qi. Only warlocks who practice special observation methods or practice Qimen Manifestation Heart Techniques can see it. This is an application of Feng Shui Qi Vein.

"Shall we go over and kill everyone in the headquarters?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought that it was not difficult for him to have only two hundred people, but what needed to be considered was...

How much preparation has the other party made in this headquarters to deal with itself?

Although he didn't think that the Japanese pirates would have any tricks that he couldn't deal with.

But thinking about the promise I made to my master before coming here, and the test of the flying thunder sword just now...

Calculating mentally or not, if he goes, the final result will be just to see whether his magical power is more powerful or the opponent's calculation is more powerful.

"Master once said that magical power is no match for calculation..."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, and was about to turn around and leave, but there were sounds of breaking through the air one after another behind him, and he turned around to look.

A man emerged from behind the tree, dressed in black, holding a dagger used for close combat, and holding a kunai in his mouth. He was dressed in a very standard ninja style.

The two sides looked at each other without any hesitation. The ninja took the lead in attacking, and the sword light burst out like a steel light.

"Clang!"

The ribs in his hand and the golden light collided, making a clear low sound of gold and iron. The ribs kept raising and lowering the knife, launching blazing attacks against the golden light.

The sonorous sound was endless, but the golden light did not even tremble. Zhang Zhiwei stood there like an undefeatable demon, not even moving, just looking at him indifferently.

The black-clothed ninja was frightened and knew he was outmatched. He even wanted to retreat, but how could Zhang Zhiwei make him do so? In a flash, a hand grabbed his head and squeezed it hard.

There was only a click, and it turned into a piece of wood, which was crushed to pieces by Zhang Zhiwei, and his figure appeared a few meters away.

"Fortunately, I arranged the substitute technique in advance. This person is too strong and cannot be defeated. I need to use Shunpo to distance myself first."

The black-clothed ninja thought to himself, and immediately used his body technique, and white energy flow exploded from under his feet, pushing him away.

At the same time, several more ninjas rushed over. Seeing their companions running towards them, they were suddenly confused and were about to say something.

"Pfft" sound.

A huge red wave swept over, and warm and moist flesh splashed all over them. It was red. Everything they saw was red.

The companion who ran towards them fell to the ground, leaving only a headless body. The broken neck and broken blood vessels were still warm. The ground was still twitching slightly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

One hand of the headless corpse moved forward, as if trying to grab something, but in the end it was all in vain.

Zhang Zhiwei stood behind him and pointed his sword at him from a distance.

Seeing this scene, several of the companions of the ninja just now felt a chill start from their tailbones, and their backs were as cold as snakes wrapped around them. But at this time, there was no time to be surprised, and they acted quickly.

One of the ninjas seemed to be good at frontal combat. He was wearing a pure black armor, with the armor pieces connected to each other and integrated into one body. He had a ghost-like Prajna mask on his face and held a long knife in his hand.

The Douwan ninja rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei, wielding a long knife in his hand and slashing rapidly, and swung out dazzling sword lights, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's golden light with a clanging sound.

Zhang Zhiwei ignored the sharpness of his sword and stepped in front of the Tōmaru ninja.

The ninja was shocked, put away his attack, and raised his sword to block.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand and flicked the blade with his fingers. The blade suddenly made a clear sound and broke in response.

The ninja was shocked, but had no time to react. A hand fell on his head, and his fingers tightened. The helmet, which could protect against rifle fire, was as fragile as paper and was crushed in an instant.

Blood rushed out of the helmet, and the head inside had been crushed into a pool of bloody mud.

Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand. There was a layer of golden light on his palm, so it was not stained with any blood.

Moreover, when he retracted it, there was a ball of blue light in his palm.

This was part of the memory of this ninja that he had just extracted. He quickly flipped through it, and during this period, several other ninjas were also using their own methods on him.

However, it was all in vain. No matter what method was used, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's golden light would only produce the crisp sound of gold and iron violently colliding with each other.

This feeling of powerlessness was like a mayfly shaking a tree. Even a ninja with a tough mind felt a sense of despair, with no hope of victory.

But the order they received was to hold this person until reinforcements arrived. As ninjas, they could not retreat and could only continue to launch futile attacks.

"Ninjutsu, will-o'-the-wisp!"

A female ninja wearing a black gauze blindfold opened her mouth wide and spit out green flames at Zhang Zhiwei.

The will-o'-the-wisps with a chilly feeling gathered into a green vortex and enveloped Zhang Zhiwei.

But among the swirling and burning flames, a pair of eyes flashing with golden flames, like flying stars, appeared.

Facing the Japanese's fire technique, Zhang Zhiwei responded with his wild eyes and stared at the female ninja ten meters away from him.

His gaze was like a magnifying glass focusing sunlight on the paper. Wherever his gaze fell, the flames spread and spread.

The female ninja was still performing ninjutsu and spitting out will-o'-the-wisps, but she found a stinging pain in her body. When she lowered her head, she realized that her body had been wrapped in flames, and her skin and flesh were rapidly melting, collapsing downwards like a burned candle.

Huge panic enveloped her, boiling in her heart, and she let out a desperate wail in her heart, but the next moment, she lost consciousness, and there was only a ball of gray-white powder on the ground.

Killing the female ninja with one glance, Zhang Zhiwei took another step in front of another ninja.

The ninja came with a kunai stab.

But he didn't dodge, and slapped the ninja's head into his chest. Then, he clasped his five fingers on the opponent's Tianling Cap, pulled hard, and pulled out a ball of memory with blue light.

You have to shop around when buying anything, and the same goes for reading memory.

The ninja, whose head was slapped into his chest, whimpered and trembled and twisted and crawled for a few meters on the ground. After about one or two breaths, he stopped moving.

Zhang Zhiwei looked through the ninja's memories while looking at the two ninjas who were still alive.

As they looked at each other, one of the ninjas almost broke down. His heart was boiling with panic. He didn't dare to continue, so he ran towards the headquarters.

"Baga, have you forgotten your mission?"

The remaining ninja angrily said that for ninjas, the mission is more important than their lives. The only consequence of running away from the battle and abandoning the mission is to commit seppuku.

However, his companions were frightened out of their wits. As a ninja, he always thought that he had ignored life and death, but it was not until death approached that he realized that there was a great horror between life and death, and he could not do it.

Looking at the escaping ninja, Zhang Zhiwei naturally would not let him go. A blazing silver lightning burst out from Zhang Zhiwei's palm, bombarding the escaping ninja and turning him into charcoal.

"Long live Bihe Mountain!"

The last ninja, knowing only death, roared angrily and launched a long-lived charge towards Zhang Zhiwei.

He rushed in front of Zhang Zhiwei, and before he could use the trick of dying together, Zhang Zhiwei reached out and twisted his neck and lifted him up. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react, and he was lifted into the air.

The ninja struggled in Zhang Zhiwei's hands, looking very unwilling, but in the next second, his expression froze, his eyes became dull, and a blue light appeared, and some past scenes flashed through the blue light like a marquee.

After about three or four breaths, Zhang Zhiwei clenched his hands fiercely and broke his neck. With a crisp crack, the human skull rolled away far away.

From the time these ninjas were chased out to the time they were killed, only a few minutes passed. Most of them were in a hurry, and it took less than a minute to actually take action.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei spent two minutes quickly looking through the memories of the three ninjas.

People's memories are very messy. If you want to look through them, you will definitely not be able to sort them out in a short time. Therefore, he only checked a very small part of the memories.

He read that the mission of these ninjas this time was to do everything possible to delay him for a quarter of an hour.

As for what happened after holding them back, they didn't know.

"Delay me for a quarter of an hour, and then what? Who are you waiting for?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at the headquarters in the distance. The soldiers inside were still waiting in formation and had no intention of chasing them out.

Zhang Zhiwei grinned grimly. His powerful strength meant that he rarely needed to use his brain, but that didn't mean he had no brains.

If the other party sent ninjas out to hold him back, they definitely couldn't be here to die. The other party was probably confident of capturing him.

As for how to get it, is there some kind of fatal weapon, or some other means...

Suddenly, the image he saw from Bai Xian's body flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's mind, the magic knife exuding scarlet energy...

The magic knife is something that people talk about changing color in Japan, but Zhang Zhiwei is not afraid of it at all. To him, it is the same as rusty iron and is not worth mentioning.

But he needs to pay more attention to the head of the ninja than the mountain. It is impossible to convince a group of lawless fanatics and sit firmly in the head of the ninja for decades without some means. Just don't know what the other party's means are?

It's a pity that before he had time to take action in the plot, he was killed cleanly by the Tang Sect's eldest master.

"As the leader of an assassination organization, the secret skill in his hand is most likely to be similar to the killing move of Danqiu."

Zhang Zhiwei was thinking about it and then looked at the Japanese pirates' headquarters. The troops there were still waiting in tight formation and had no intention of coming out.

"Since the other party asked the ninja to hold them for a quarter of an hour, that means that the thing that they think can kill me will arrive within a quarter of an hour. In this case..."

"Does that mean that the other party's headquarters has no way to deal with itself within a quarter of an hour? If you put it that way..."

"I originally wanted to leave..."

A charming smile appeared on Zhang Zhiwei's face, and he immediately turned into a ball of white Qi, wrapped in his Taoist robe, and flew towards the Japanese pirates' headquarters.

In a few breaths, he arrived at the compound of the Japanese pirates' headquarters. Right under the eyes of two hundred Japanese pirates, it condensed into a shape and appeared in the sky above the Japanese pirates' headquarters.

The Japanese pirates below looked at this scene in disbelief.

Not long ago, they were patrolling as usual, and suddenly they felt something ominous, as if something had fallen from the sky and made them breathless.

But this feeling did not last long and soon disappeared, making them think it was an illusion.

Then, the alarm sounded, and they received a broadcast order saying that there was an enemy invasion and everyone had to enter combat status.

Although they didn't know what the invading enemy was, they still prepared guns and cannons, gathered together, and were ready for battle, but nothing happened after a long time.

Just when they thought it was a false alarm, a tall figure in a Chinese Taoist robe appeared in the air, stepping on the clouds and staring at them.

The gaze was quite sharp, and when they looked at each other, they felt a stinging pain in their eyes, which forced them to look away.

Could it be that the foreign enemy the commander was talking about was the...god in front of them that was flying in the clouds? How to fight this?

The Japanese pirates were fanatical and warlike, but facing the sudden appearance of Zhang Zhiwei, who was high above them, they didn't know what to do for a while.

At the same time, in a room filled with sandalwood in the headquarters building, there was a vermilion shrine, in which the fox statue of the god Inari was enshrined.

Suddenly, two red lights came out of the statue's eyes, and the red light was directed at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei's expression condensed, and an indescribable feeling arose. A bizarre and exaggerated scene appeared in front of him, and a huge vermilion torii rose from the ground.

He appeared in an unknown place, a huge shrine, which was full of dense fox statues, and behind it was a high mountain.

The moment he entered, all the fox statues came alive, with fierce eyes, fiery red hair fluttering, flashing golden flames, and rushed towards him.

Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and blazing thunder surged around him, invisible but overwhelming pressure, and shot out with the dancing thunder, and the foxes that rushed over were blasted into ashes as soon as they touched his yang thunder.

Just a face-to-face, the foxes were all turned into ashes, but then a creepy fox cry came, and the surrounding ground shook.

The high mountain behind the shrine actually rose slowly from the ground amidst the shock and rumble.

During the rise, a large number of rocks fell off, and the exposed mountain body could faintly see the outline of a fox's head.

"Similar to the guards of Nathan Island, Joaquina's ability to pull people into heaven should be the Shinto gods who took action against me, so now, am I in the kingdom of God?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the slowly rising mountains. This is why aliens rarely carry out decapitation operations.

They already have various countermeasures.

It is really risky to challenge this foundation accumulated by thousands of years of faith with one person's strength.