[[[cp|w:250|h:190|a:l]]] Snowflakes fell slightly, the faint white was quiet and the hearts of the two people who were trembling slightly, and the noisy white was dotted with the broken hair of Aibubububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububu

The new snow annihilates the old remains, and the slightest traces may be sweet or bitterly continued to remain...

The crisp sound of "squeak---" sounded at Bai's feet. He squinted his eyes again. His ears caught a trace of abnormal snow squeezing on the branches. He did not hug Bai's right hand gently pulled the bandage that hung the beheading knife. His footsteps did not stop and continued to hug Bai and walked out of the forest. A subtle sound rang in Bai's ears: "Bai, when I turn around in a while, you will run towards the Snow Realm Village, and a mouse is following him."

Zabuzen's voice was as steady as usual. I thought that when I was accompanying Bai to the Snow Country, he killed the pursuit troops of the Musine Ninja Village. Bai raised his little face and his cheeks with faint tears, and his innocent smile appeared as if he had first met. His eyes narrowed because of his smile, he didn't notice the slightest and coldness flashing in Zabuzen's eyes instantly...

After slashing, I gently pushed Bai in my arms, and turned around. The sound of Bai Yuanyou's footsteps came from behind. The bandage that had not been completely pulled showed its uneven teeth, and the silver-white broken teeth flashed with a faint smile. A slight crisp sound came from the tree not far away in front of me. It was almost invisible, but a trace of chakra had not yet been restrained and shattered a few snowflakes.

If you don't slash your feet, your figure flashed. The beheading sword was covered with a "tearing" bandage, tearing the giant wood in front of you to pieces. A black figure was cut off by the beheading sword, and the black clothes fragments flew in the air...

Without smelling a trace of blood in the air, Wushou's eyes narrowed, his wrists shook, and a torn kunwu alluded toward the person being cut off. "Chi---" Hearing the sound of metal piercing into the flesh, Wushou smiled slightly, his body fell from the air and looked towards the direction where the body fell to the ground. In the broken black robe, a pale body was exposed, as if the body stitched by countless needles and threads made Zaibushou's squint slightly.

The black robe on the undamaged back part was sunk, and the back of the person in front of him fell off from a piece of meat. The person who fell on the snow slowly stood up. The gray hood, brown-red white eyes, and the light green pupils emitted a wild beast-like cold light...

After slashing his eyes, a hint of excitement and coldness floated into his calm heart for a long time. His scarlet tongue licked the broken teeth that exposed the bandage. The hoarse coldness sounded on the empty snow: "Kaodu..."

Jiaodu stood up, looking at his broken clothes, exposed chest, and his green pupils stared at Zaibuzhan and said, "It's worthy of being a rebellious man worth over 100 million. He actually knows my name, but it's a waste to stay on your neck." Jiaodu stared at Zaibuzhan's head and yearned for money. Zaibuzhan raised his beheading sword and said lightly: "Then let's take some strength..."

Koudu closed his hands and shouted, "Fire Escape? Being Tough!!!" "Wind Escape? Defeat!!!" "Wind Escape? Earth Spear!!!" The scorching flame covered the snow surface of nearly a hundred meters, and the flames had not weakened at all. The violent wind pressure brought out the unfinished snow, allowing the flames to splash out more intense heat with the help of this powerful wind. The sharp earth spear stood on the ground torn by the wind and fire, and wanted to penetrate the place where they would not be standing.

The body that was not cut off turned into a ball of liquid, and at the moment it was shattered by the painstaking efforts, it was evaporated by the willful heat. "Chi-h--" sound rang beside Jiaodu, and the beheading sword slashed deeply into the earth. Jiaodu's half arm slid on the snow with half of his head, but no trace of blood flowed out.

Countless black and brown blood vessels surged out from the broken body of the horns, connecting the bodies that were sliding down. Several sharp blood vessels penetrated into the slash. Zaibuzhan slightly pulled the beheading knife and blocked it, and jumped sideways. As a mask-like heart slipped, Kaoruzhan slowly stood up and said hoarsely: "I still underestimate you. If I don't cut, my body that has blessed the sclerosis technique can still not withstand your attack. Unfortunately, you will end here!!!"

Countless blood vessels tore the body of Koudu, two strange masks (hearts) floated onto Koudu's shoulders, Koudu's own masks were torn off, and a few strange blood vessels gushed out of the mouth, and vague words were spit out from Koudu's mouth: "Secret Art? Di Jiang Yu..." The brown-red blood vessels twisted and flew in the air, and even the fingertips of Koudu's skin pierced the skin and guaised several Di Jiang Yu, the messy and flying masks on his shoulders, the masks on his shoulders, and the slit limbs. At this moment, Koudu may no longer be called a human being...

Zai Buzhan looked at the monster in front of him in amazement. Although there was a scene in which Kawashi used blood vessels to stitch his companion's body in memory, the scene of his "transformation" had never appeared. Kawashi did not give Zai Buzhan any more time to think about it. He blamed Yu Xiang for not slashing the sword again. He waved the beheading sword with a wave of the wind. The dark knife surface was filled with shattering blood vessels, smashing the nearest blood vessels, and falling on the ground where the ninjutsu burned by Kawashi. The brown blood vessels and white snowflakes were scattered on the cracked earth, creating a sad and strange scene...

The mask on the shoulder of Koto Du opened its mouth, which was perhaps ridiculous. The bitter flames and the storm rushed towards Zaibuzhan in front of him. Zaibuzhan pinched his left hand and shouted: "Instant Body Technique!" The figure disappeared into the brilliance of fire and wind. The next second, the beheading sword appeared behind Kato Du. The beheading sword had not yet been cut out. Dozens of sharp blood vessels stabbed at Zaibuzhan's standing place, and Zaibuzhan's figure turned into water and dissipated...

The snow was still falling, but it became more dense and confused. The figure of Aibu Wushou was lost around Kakudu. Kakudu extended his own resentment, hoping to capture the aura of Aibu Wushou. A cold voice came from all directions, and the gloomy shouted "Mist Ninja's Technique? Change!"

White snow can block people's sight more than fog, and the coldness produced by white snow falling on people's body is even more uncomfortable in this depression. Jiaodu's two extreme personalities were exposed. During the waiting for nearly ten minutes, Jiaodu began to attack tentatively. Countless fireballs and wind blades surged out of the white prison. Whether it was a lot of spark bouquets or a large area of ​​hard work, it only brought a wave of disturbance to the snowflakes in front of him. After the upset, it was still a disturbing blank. Jiaodu tried to walk out of this ice fog, but no matter how long it took, he would never reach the end.

Jiaodu raised his head, and his green pupils scanned the surroundings in detail. White appeared, and no trace was found. Just as Jiaodu was cloned, the beheading sword flashed out from the white snow marks, outlining a black mark on the poignant white. A mask of a smile slowly cracked, turning into minced meat from Jiaodu's shoulders, lying decadently on the white snow.

"Hmph, the legendary first generation fighting with the strongest wood industry is just like this..." A sarcastic laughter came from the ice fog. Jiaodu's heart fainted slightly. Haha, has he become weak enough to even a shadow level that can be looked down upon by a new generation? Jiaodu looked at his body full of stitching marks, and his old heart murmured bitterly: "Maybe it's not even a person?" He gently closed his green eyes, and the scenes in his memory gradually appeared in his mind. The first generation defeated himself and refused to pursue and kill him with contempt. When he returned to the village, the disgust exposed by the village chief who was once an elder, and the promise he made turned into a slander of betrayal in a blink of an eye. Haha, maybe, this ink-scented banknote is something that can be believed?

Money, money? Money! Koudu opened his eyes, and his green pupils reflected a twisted light. He did not have everything that could be believed in in this world yet? He is Kaorudu, who fought and survived with Hashirama of the Kikiya!! He used to be Kaorudu, who was not Kaorudu who relied closely on his curse power that was immortal!!!

Jiaodu clasped his hands together, quickly formed seals, and shouted: "Tiu Escape? The technique of four directions of earth flowing walls!!!!" Four tall earth walls stood around Jiaodu, surrounding him in the middle.

"Fire Escape? Become a good thing!!!!" The only remaining heart sprayed out a scorching flame, burning the space surrounded by Koudu. The scorching flames left black scorch marks on the yellow earth wall. Koudu put away his own grudges, stood up straight, and glanced around. "Bapa, bapapa!" Absin't s figure gradually surged out of the land, and slowly clapped his hands: "Now your name can be officially written into my uncle's S-level and endured..."

No longer slashing his stiff neck, he made a "Kaba Kaba" sound, and his eyes were filled with unimaginable hideousness, just like the pair of dark green eyes in the corners of the opposite corner...
Chapter completed!