In the 52nd year of Konoha, in early spring, the snow is still falling slightly...

Two years have gradually disappeared in the bloody fog. I stood on the tree, patted the snow chips on my head, and quietly thought about the path I had walked. Haha, just like in the animation, Ming Tou, the qualifications of the Yatou are very average. It took two years to reach the peak of the Shinin Ninja. If they have not been carefully cultivated by themselves, no wonder they will be killed instantly by Sasuke.

However, they worked very hard and had the desire for power. The most important thing is that as orphans, they were loyal enough to themselves, and what they paid was only hypocritical care for them. In this world, geniuses were surviving. Thinking of the two little ghosts who depended on each other, they didn't know why they wanted to cultivate the Nether and the Karma head into a real blood mist. This generation of Xia Ninja completely lost the glory in the blood mist, which was worse than that of Jingciman, and he did not spend much time on them.

If he didn't stroking his forehead, he thought of the corona? Ju Kai, I have to say that he was a genius of ninjutsu. In addition to the shortcomings of chakra, he could not use the waterfall technique. His water wall array and water dragon bullets were already familiar with him and sighed. Ju Kai's talent is higher than his. For the operation of ninjutsu, he can be comparable to the elite Shang Ninjutsu. Although his physical skills are only barely reached the Zhong Ninjutsu. Unfortunately, being too smart is also a mistake, and he is not loyal to himself. If he doesn't slash, he can't help but feel a little disappointed. Whether it is Jing Cimaru or Ju Kai, they are all geniuses, but they do not belong to him. If he doesn't slash, he can't help but have a little more expectations for "white". Haha, a genius who belongs to his own snow...

"Master No Slay!" A call came from the darkness, interrupting Zai Buzhan's memories. Zai Buzhan narrowed his eyes and asked the pursuit troops in the dark: "What's the matter?" The assassin knelt down on one knee, raised a scroll with both hands and said, "Master No Slay, this is the task that Master Mizukage asked you to complete." Zai Buzhan took the scroll from the assassin, and a hint of irony appeared in the corner of his eyes. In order to clear the blood-supernin, Mizukage had to activate himself and the Sea-Based Fog Ninja, which also gave him and the elders a chance to make a comeback.

Haha, the strong, even if there is no powerful force, their own strength will be fearful. After slashing, he waved his hand and signaled the assassin to retreat, slowly turn around, and look at this sad village that was once turned into a blood mist.

The indifferent cold color brought out a few strands of scarlet warmth, covering this white sad world.

Haha, it’s snowing again. I vaguely remember my first mission as a monarch under the fog. Haha, the bloody and sad massacre, and the man called “sealing”. Facing the powerlessness of the rules, sealing is like this, why don’t you? The white space always brings bloody sadness, pure white, maybe not allowed to exist in this ninja world...

Haha, seal, are you and that yellow-haired girl okay? I don’t expect to kill you and get forgiven, I just hope to bring me greetings to the deceased.

No longer shaking my head, I reached out to touch my waist, but found that there was nothing. The snow-white stern called "Guimaru" had already broken with the man Wannuo... In the white world, I once buried the first couple of lovers I met in this world. I wonder if my child like snow would end in this blank world?

Zabuzhan held the scroll that he had just taken in his right hand. The undried ink traces on it had a strange fragrance. He held the beheading knife with a slightly tilted look behind his quilt with his left hand. He raised his foot and walked out of the village. The ghost-like shadow floated an unknown smile...

After the Ninja War, the economy has become increasingly declining. In order to appease the people, the Mizuno Village transferred hatred to the families with Blood Resistance and used war as a reason for decline, and pushed the evil of war to the families with Blood Resistance and boundaries owned in the villages. Haha, it's ironic that the wealth of the Ninja Village is based on the Ninja War. Too many ninjas are the reason for the decline of the Ninja Village. There are too many monks and few porridges, right?

Unfortunately, those gizzards who should have obtained more quotas for the village to perform in the ninja war and have all died at the hands of "his own people". Civil war, haha, is also a way to reduce the number of ninjas. Killing people requires killing, and cutting off grass requires roots. The world of ninjas does not require a certain amount of justice and gentleness.

The Mizukong Group, led by Mizukong, cleaned the Blood Restoration Family in the Fog Ninja Village step by step. Countless small and medium-sized families either wandered outside under the leadership of family powerhouses (just like the Blackhoe clan under the leadership of Blackhoe Leiya), or lived in seclusion in the mountains. Mizukong did not give up on the pursuit of these families with powerful Blood Restoration. The butcher knife was stuffed to the Wunin chase troops and the masters in the village, allowing them to continue slaughtering these families. The sticky blood blurred the eyes of Wunin, and the self-sassination deep in his heart again and again, and countless famous Wunin

Some die under the limits of blood, or die in their own crazy kunai. A group of elites were consumed in the civil war. Some ninjas went crazy, while others carved their names with blood in the killing. Seven big swords with different kinds of swords gradually appeared in this massacre. The strange function was given to their master "Misty Nin Seven Nin Swords" by the ninja world with the sprinkled blood. The seven bloody and majestic figures were admired by countless ninjas, but who knew that this power was given by the sorrow he carved?

Aibuzhan stood on the hillside, looking at the small village not far away, followed by Ming, Brother Ye and Ju Kai. I have to say that this may be the first massacre mission they received. Haha, they should have seen blood just after graduation, but they have only killed a few "robbers" in the escort mission. The ferocious fangs in the blood mist gradually smoothed under the increasingly gentle policies. Ninjas who did not bear guilt were not worthy of being called ninjas. Ninjas, haha, patiencers, only if they kill people like stepping on ants to death, can they be called perfect tools - "ninjas".

Zabuzhan shook his head, and the ice-crystal world always gives people a kind of quiet peace. Even the destitute cannot get rid of the gift of the soul. The village buried in white slowly surged hazy furnace smoke, and the rising mist wrote its gentleness. Zabuzhan looked at all this, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes, but then it was annihilated by coldness.

"Mingtou, Yetou, you start from the south and kill villagers who are not ninjas. When you meet a ninja, use ninjas to avoid them. Jukai, you start from the north." Aibushen Lengse's voice sounded in the ears of the three of them. Mingtou, Yetou trembled slightly and nodded. In their hearts, this adult who is like a brother is everything. Jukai hesitated for a moment and asked: "Teacher, why not let me follow you."

Haha, are you feeling guilty of massacre of innocent people? Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the chrysanthemum is so independent. If I don’t use it, I have to be abandoned. But now, Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes and said, “Abide by the orders…” Zabuzhan gently hooked his right hand, and the beheading sword behind him drew a perfect arc in the air and landed in his hand. Zabuzhan’s figure gradually disappeared in the snow, leaving only the chrysanthemum that was still hesitantly thinking about something. Finally, a trace of struggle flashed in Juzhan’s eyes and walked towards the north side of the small village. The footprints left on the snow were gradually buried by the snowflakes that continued to fall...

Zaibuzhan's figure appeared at the entrance of the small village. Several "rebel ninjas" who were watching the door saw Zaibuzhan's figure and threw a signal flare into the air. The loud blasting sound broke the warmth of the village. More than ten ninjas hurriedly gathered at the entrance of the village. Zaibuzhan inserted the beheading sword into the snow, and waited for the "rebel ninjas" to assemble. About two minutes, all the ninjas in the small village gathered, about thirty, which was also a good power among the small and medium-sized seclusion families. A thin long-haired man stood up and said, "Is it the Lord Huaibuzhan of the Seven Ninjas of the Mizuno?" Zaibuzhan nodded.

The long-haired man said in a respectful tone: "Is there anything wrong with Lord Bingzhan here?" Zaibuzhan smiled and said lightly: "That old thing Shuiying wants you to die." Nearly thirty ninjas on the opposite side couldn't help but feel restless. The long-haired man laughed and said: "If you don't kill Master Bingzhan, don't you think you are too confident when you come alone?" Zaibuzhan hid under the bandage and curled a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, saying: "Compared to you, Shuiying hopes that I will die, haha, come on, let me see? The blood of the Yue family." "Puff"

The beheading sword brought a handful of broken snow from the ground and pointed at the long-haired man opposite. The man stroked his long hair and said lightly: "Haha, I still can't escape after hiding for so long... Death in the hands of a strong man may be the best destination for a ninja. "Yue?, I hope you can remember it." She shouted with a domineering aura that was inconsistent with her thinness: "Clanmen! Show your blood to the world again!!!" She pulled out the ninja knife from her waist and took the lead in rushing towards No Slashing, nearly thirty? The Yue people rushed towards No Slashing with their ninja tools...

The beheading sword suddenly burst into Feng Si in the hands of Ai Buzhan, and without hesitation, cut off the body of the first person who was close to him. The blood was scattered in the snow-white earth. The tyrant ninja knife stabbed his heart by the gap between the attacks of Ai Buzhan, and then shook his wrist. The beheading sword forced the tyrant ninja knife in an arc. After a casual turn, it took away the life of a "rebellion king". A "rebellion king" rushed towards the beheading sword that had not yet ended. A whirlwind suddenly burst out from the body of the beheading sword, and cut it on the body of the Yue people. If you don't cut, you will frown. The beheading sword in your hand felt a sense of stickiness. He kicked a "rebellion king" close to him. He looked at the beheading sword. The red blood gushed out from the chest of the Yue people, condensed into a blood shield, and stuck to the beheading sword.

The eyes of the Beast Sword condensed, and the veins on the right hand suddenly appeared. The "Squeak----" sounded, and the beheading sword cut across the body of the Yue people, and the blood was wet with the flesh splattered, but the side face of the Beast Sword was open. The eyes of the Beast Sword opened angrily, and the beheading sword flashed with a black light, turning into a frenzied blade, constantly slashing away? The limbs of the Yue people, the blood with strong stickiness seemed so fragile when the wind attributes became sharp. There was constant? The Yue people fell down by the Beast Sword, but no one could leave a scar on the Beast Sword. Behind them was his own family, and they knew they were unable to defeat him, but there was no reason to retreat. A medium-sized family only had a few Shangnin, and only the clan leader barely reached the artifact. With the blood limit limit, they could even withstand the attack of the Shangnin, the elite of the ten-person team, but they seemed so weak in front of the Shadow Level.

The collision of metal, the splash of blood, the unwillingness of death, the groan of pain, are staged in this white world...

The sky was already dark. Perhaps, in the near future, a white scene would fall again. The red liquid slowly melted the snow on the ground. The dead grass pressed under the snow was vaguely visible. More than twenty corpses were lying at the door of this small village. They held the beheading sword and gently regulating their breath. In front of them were the four ninjas of the Yue clan. They breathed in big mouths, and the beheading sword cut his ribs. The loss of blood was depleting his strength. When they looked at their own tribe, they all had more or less scars on their bodies. The blood power that they were proud of seemed so weak in front of the man in front of them. A relaxed swelled up on their face. Haha, is it going to end?

The panic that had been hiding all day long made the young patriarch exhaust their energy. Perhaps this was also relief? He tied a slasher with a last roar: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

If you don’t cut off one? The Yue people’s white top was stained with blood and wrote: “Go back to the village by yourself” and nailed it to the gate of the village with kunai. How many people? The Yue people made up a few slashes and searched for Shi’s body. A purple scroll came into their eyes. Haha, a storage scroll, and there were not many good things. If you don’t cut off, pick up the scroll, wiped the beheading knife on Shi’s body, and walked towards the way...
Chapter completed!