Morning has gradually passed, and the slightly dazzling sunlight dispels the remaining mist in the corner. The water droplets attached to the gravel weeds show traces of the existence of the fog. The water droplets shine red in the sunlight, and the faint smell of blood tells the tragedy hidden in the mud.

The suppressed emotions enveloped the Wu Ninja who could not kill and the "Sea" group of Wu Ninjas, who had just become enemies. Hundreds of Wu Ninjas surrounded them, and the green ninja costumes and the shiny ninja forehead on their foreheads set off them more like an army. The fate of the success and defeated the enemy is completely controlled by the water shadow.

After Wushou, he squinted his eyes tightly, the muscles in the corners of his eyes kept beating and slowly drooped down his body (just like the one with the device on the Yinnin Dragon Set), secretly recovering his physical strength. Chakra was still sufficient to replenish his dantian just now, but his body was exhausted after fighting fiercely. Jing Teng and several Wunin learned to stop slashing again, slightly recovering his physical strength. Jing Teng glanced at the countless ninjas surrounding him, and couldn't help feeling a little sad. Haha

, Is his steps about to stay here? A beautiful figure flashed through his mind, and the blood-dropped Kuwu passed away with a smile. Jing Teng stroked the ponytail behind his head, gently took out a bell from his pocket, slowly tied it to the red headband of his ponytail, and his eyes became furious. Ah Xun, let me accompany you to the last journey of the Lord No Shou, haha, if you don’t kill the Lord No Shou, you might be able to break out. Jing Teng lowered his head and began to work hard to restore his physical strength.

Zabushen took out the beheading sword, gently inserted it in front of him, leaning on the beheading sword, scanning the surrounding fog ninjas, and rushing out? I am at least half sure. If Shuiying or other hidden shadow-level ninjas hold him back, then today is the end of my life. And Shuiying did not directly order the encirclement, which means that Shuiying may not want to kill us. After all, Shuiying, the dominant Shuiying, will definitely be boycotted by the big family because of this matter. At that time, Shuiying will not be able to sit steadily.

If you don’t kill, slowly recover your physical strength, at least be careful, if you don’t make a big mistake, if Shui Ying really wants to kill all the people, he will break out alive. Looking at these hundreds of fog ninjas who are at least Zhongnin, you will feel powerless even if you don’t kill them. No matter how powerful the individual is, you can’t resist endless numbers. A ferocious elephant may make several lions afraid, but when facing countless human-eating ants, the elephant can only struggle and escape.

The depressed air was like a beast about to swallow the prey in front of him. Even Wushen, who was trying to recover his strength, felt a heavy feeling in his body. The breathing of the "Sea" group of fog ninjas not far away came from his ears. Haha, the "elite ninjas" who have been preserved as elites for a long time have already reached this point. The hidden face of Aibubusan is curled with a hint of disdain and teasing. A wisp of breeze passed through the position surrounding the ninjas, gently brushing the bloody hair. A few crisp steps gradually came from afar, which seemed particularly clear in this depressing atmosphere. No more, the decapitation sword in his hand was tightened, waiting for the arrival of Shuiying.

The dense fog ninja let go of a gap, and Shuiying walked into the encirclement accompanied by Fang Zuo. His muscles, which he felt loose yesterday, became stronger today. Although Shuiying retreated a lot, Aibuzhan had to admit that this strong man who had been in the Shadow level for many years was much stronger than his young boy who had just entered the Shadow level. His always keen sense of perception was actually deceived by the seemingly reckless man in front of him yesterday. Zaibuzhan held the beheading sword and watched Shuiying approach his formation step by step. He was Shuiying, a ninja who had been in the Shadow level for many years, dared to approach the enemy formation alone, waving his arrogance and confidence. Shuiying was still a few meters away from Aibuzhan, and slowly stopped. He said softly: "If you don't kill, you will disappoint me too much." Zaibuzhan lowered his head and suppressed his expression.

Mizukage continued, "We are all ninjas in the Muzi Ninja Village, and you actually attacked your own people for a little bit of trouble. Alas------" Mizukage's tone and sincerity moved the surrounding fog ninjas very much, and only humiliation and unwillingness brought to Zaibuzhan. Mizukage's mastery of the fire was perfect. When Zaibuzhan's anger reached its peak, he changed the topic, turned his rough face to the "Sea" group of Wuzins, and said sternly: "And you,

It can only make me angry!! The taboo of strategic ninjutsu was released without hesitation. Don’t you know the harm it has to the terrain and the surrounding environment?!! Who gives you all the strength?! Well?! With those old guys, you don’t even care about me, Mizuki?!!” How dare the mistressed Mizuki “Sea” group Mizuki “trick”? And Mizuki’s words obviously won the supremacy of Mizuki he brought. It was not because of the rules that they had cheered long ago.

If you don’t kill me, you will endure humiliation and reluctance. Who said that you were caught in someone’s trick? Haha, the captain of the Wu Ninja Guard? It would be nice not to be locked in a cage, but if you want to imprison me, it would be impossible. Instead of being free, you might as well die in the fight.

Mizukawa's tone became kind: "Hey-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Zabuzhan raised his head slightly, his tiny pupils stared at the departure of Shuiying's back, waiting for the Shuiying to dissipate. The Shuiying who left the village slowly dissipated. Among the empty and broken fortifications, only Hai Nin and Zabuzhan were left with seven people. Zabuzhan held the beheading sword tightly with both hands, and a hoarse voice came from under the bandage: "Hehe, Lord Shuiying is such a plan..." The beheading sword drew an elegant arc and gently fell on his back. Zabuzhan's eyes were sharp.

He swept over the Hai Nin in front of him and turned around and walked away. Jing Teng and the other six people looked back at the remaining Hai Nin, dragging their scarred bodies to chase Zai Buzhan. The Mizuno of the "Hai" group watched Zai Buzhan leave. Haha, the confidence that he had always had in his "most elite" strength was shattered in an instant. It was not that he used strategic ninja skills, nor that the number of people was ten times that of theirs. It was all their own corpses lying down here, right?

Apart from crushing the heads, the dead of the Mist Ninja do not need to restrain their bodies. Death by their spoils may be the greatest comfort for them. The blood of the enemy is the sacrifice that the ninja in the blood mist really needs...

The unique smell of the hospital in Wu Nin Hospital is radiating. It can't be said to be bad, but it's not that fresh. Zabubiao leaned against the wall with a beheading knife, looking at the four people lying on the bed. In addition to Jing Teng, there is a man named Ale, the remaining four people were seriously injured and could not move freely for at least a month. Jing Teng and Ale simply bandaged the wound and sat on the hospital chair, lowering their heads slightly, hiding their anger towards Shui Ying. The four people lying on the bed with their eyes hot and crazy eyes looking at the man named Zabubiao. Zabubiao lowered his head, and could not see his expression on his face wrapped in bandages. Yi Wu couldn't help but ask, "Au Bubiao..."

Zai Buzhan suddenly raised his head, staring at the talking Wu Nin, making him swallow the questions in his mouth. Jing Teng understood and closed the door of the ward. The hoarse and evil voice sounded in the white ward. Except for Jing Teng, other Wu Nin's eyes were full of fanaticism...

Jing Teng looked at the heart of Zaibuzhan in front of him. You are only fourteen years old. Haha, this hoarse voice has been missing for a long time. Since having that beautiful Zaibuzhan has become more humane, and the coldness of not seeing him for the first time. Haha, since that relationship has passed, the adult has become arrogant again. In the battlefield of the Iron Ninja, the proud figure is all the pride of Wu Ninja. With a roar, we follow you to break through all the formations. Endure alone, carry it alone, you are infected with that evil, and you are wrapped in darkness and you are back to that hoarseness. This young man who is growing up has transformed again and again, and pursues the end of darkness again and again...

"Haha, as you have seen, Shuiying completely abandoned us for power. If it weren't for our strength, perhaps all of them were lying there, right? You have proved your strength, and I want to say, you must follow me, Taodi? No more."

The hoarse voice was filled with depression and obscure arrogance. The two emotions that were not conflicting formed a evil voice, which was convincing and charming. Looking at the emotionally excited Wu Ninjan, Zabuzhan stretched out his left hand and continued, "Don't talk, stretch out your left hand, just like me, in the future, it's in our hands!!!" A dark aura surged out of the left hand, and suddenly squeezed it hard, and the black gas was caught and dissipated. Only the left hand that was shaken by excessive force, a trace of strange red flowed out from the crack of the palm, resolutely and coldly, floating on the small pupils of not cutting. No matter how hard it was, he murmured in a voice that he could hardly hear: "I'm sorry, conscience? Haha, let this last trace be abandoned by me."

The fog ninjas held their left hands tightly, and the madness and fanaticism flashed in their eyes seemed to hold everything about them...
Chapter completed!