The Snow Country, which has entered late summer, has not ushered in warmth. Although the weather is sunny, the accumulated snow traces still have no trace of melting. White or white, and there is no green vitality...

"Du-Du-Du-" Two crisp sounds of metal entering the wood sounded on the target in the snow, and the silver-white thousand books were accurately inserted into the scarecrow's throat and temples, reflecting its shining light in the slightly exposed sunlight.

"Pa--, Pa--" Two slow clapping sounds sounded from under a tree dyed with snow. "Good done, Bai..." A little warmth appeared in Zaibuzhan's cold voice. Bai, who was praised, raised his pure little face to Zaibuzhan, and a sweet smile appeared.

He smiled slightly under the bandage and glanced at the ghosts who were still practicing on the side. Haha, the difference in talent, Bai hugged it tightly for three months and fully mastered the rotation trajectory of Qianben. Even the Zhongnin who specialized in Qianben was unable to match the control of Qianben. Although the ghosts were very hard-working, the gap in talent was too much. Even Mingtou, who had just arrived on the special side, was overshadowed in front of Bai.

Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes and looked at Bai who continued to throw thousands of books with satisfaction. Haha, it has been more than three months since Kisame left. Except for the shadow-level bounty hunter of Kawadu, he has dealt with a few more garbage himself. In less than a hundred days, Bai has become a qualified chakra, surpassing the chakra of the sagenin, comparable to the sagenin's control, and has a similar seal speed to the top ninja. In addition to physical skills, Bai is a monster.

A slight cold fluctuation appeared in the shadow under him, interrupting Zaibuzhan who was thinking. Zaibuzhan looked up to the depths of the forest, closed his eyes slightly, and a dark feeling appeared in his heart. Four strong auras came from a distance. Zaibuzhan stood up with his left hand, and saw Zaibuzhan's gesture of Zaibuzhan stopped their training.

Aibubushi touched the beheading sword with his right hand, and a slightly hoarse voice rang out from his throat: "Mingtou, today's training is over here. You take them back to practice sealing..." Mingtou replied: "Hi, I won't kill you again."

The three small figures gradually disappeared on the snow, leaving only three light traces on the snow. After sniffing for a while, he slowly turned around and twisted his neck gently. The sound of "Kaba Kaba" was particularly clear in the already empty snow. His eyes were lazy and he looked at the four people slowly walking out, and said coldly: "Oh, that time, I actually made you survive, Li Shaoshangmao..."

Li Sei Chuanmaru's face with a mask was invisible, but his tight hands showed his uneasiness and anger. Zai Busan glanced at the other three, Wu Li Shiba, Tongcao Wild Bait, and a moon-white-haired boy about twelve or twelve years old. A faint sense of familiarity appeared on the boy. The feeling that was slightly similar to his previous self made Zai Busan stop looking.

Zaibuzhan said lightly: "Shenba, bait man, I don't remember any group gatherings for Qi Nindao..."

The deep murderous intent of the plain words made Shen Ba, who had been through the killing formation for a long time, narrowed his remaining right eye. Shen Ba, who was about to say something, was taken first by the moon-white-haired boy: "You are a ghost man, am I a ghost lamp? Full Moon, hehehehe, don't die easily, I grew up listening to your story!!!"

The boy's eyes showed twisted worship and deformed madness, and the hoarse and ugly voice was not like a child at all. If you don't cut the big knife behind the Moon, you will laugh in your heart. The Fuji Ninju Village really looks down on me. The long knife "sewing needle", the dull knife "cutting", the explosive knife "drop", the double knife "flat", and the broken knife "decap" and the broken knife "beheaded", most of the seven ninju swords of Fuji Ninju are already here...

The murderous auras of the five people collided in the air. Man Yue looked at Zabuzhen in front of her with greed and admiration. Haha, how many people did the ghosts of the Fog Ninja kill? With his own murderous aura and three artifacts, an elite Shangnin collided.

The calm baiter narrowed his eyes. Since the murderous collision cannot gain a advantage, it is better to fight with the wheels. Even if he does not kill, he cannot kill an artifact close to the shadow level surrounded by three strong men. The baiter secretly gestured to the three people around him and took a step forward. The baiter waved his "cut" as if he was an axe and a hammer, and said in a straight voice: "Haha, if he doesn't kill, it's useless to say more. Let me deal with you, a rebellious man!"

After saying that, he did not speak with the other three people, swung his right hand, swept his axe blade across the calves and then shook his right wrist. He inserted his decapitation knife into the ground in front of him, blocking the sweeping cull. The baiter pulled the forearm, and returned to his hand, and a little under his feet, and raised a blue chakra with his right arm, slashed the axe blade into the cull, and slashed the axe blade into the cull.

If the beheading sword is not cut, the snow-white blade blocks the slash of the slash. The heavy slashing sword is broken and a small piece of the beheading sword is flying. A cold light flashes in the baiter's eyes, and the hammer blade in his left hand hits hard on the back of the axe blade, "Do!!!!!!!"

A sound of steel breaking sounded in the snow, and a smile of strategy came out on the serious face of the baiter. Haha, what if there is no beheading sword? The baiter's axe blade continued to slash towards the bariter's lower abdomen along the broken beheading sword...

"Chi―――――――――――――――――The red liquid splashed out from the fresh body, and painted the white snow with a delicate rouge, but it was a strange sweetness, leaving a faint dent on the white snow. The smile that had not yet bloomed on the mature face of the baiter completely condensed. He used the last bit of strength to turn his neck and looked blankly at his chest. An arm dyed with blood was inserted directly into his left chest, and the beating heart was gone.

"Dingdang-----" The small half-blade of the beheaded sword collided in the air and made a crisp sound, falling on the snow stained with blood...

The left hand of the slasher held the broken blade that should have fallen with the broken blade, and his right arm slowly pulled out from the chest of the Tongcaoyebaiman. The blood brought out emitted a light red mist in the cold air. The Tongcaoyebaiman's body fell down with unclosed eyes, falling to the ground, making a dull "puff---" sound.

Zabuzhan shook the blood stained on his right arm, and casually looked at the three people who had not reacted in front of him. Haha, a simple use of time difference, with the confidence of the Tongcao Wild Baitman and the slack of the other three, by giving up a horny tool, he killed the Tongcao Wild Baitman who had not even exerted 30% of his ability.

In fact, the moment the hammer blade of the slashed towards the beheading sword, Zabuza's right hand let go of the beheading sword, and only held the back of the knife with his left hand, fixed the beheading sword in mid-air. At the moment when he cut off the beheading sword, the right arm had the wind sharply penetrated the body of the baiter. Zabuza carried the beheading sword with one third of the less blade, and Leng Se's words came from under the blood-stained bandage: "Do you still want to go to the ground one by one?"

Shiba's eyes tightened and "droplets" waved, and shouted, "Go together!!!" The "float" of the full moon of the ghost lamp was pulled out from behind, and both slashed towards the body that was no longer cut. The body that was no longer cut, bursting, a ball of shattered snowflakes raised in the air, and the hoarse voice came slowly: "The fog ninja technique? Change..."

Countless white fine snowflakes fell from the snow, trees, and the sky, covering the entire space in a few breaths. Shiba swung his left arm, "droplets" opened, and countless explosion talisman marks were leaked inside, "boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The strong explosion condensed on the wide knife, and the snowflakes around him splashed. The white prison created by Aibukuroujiu instantly shattered, revealing the figures of Shiba and Ghost Lamp Full Moon. Shiba scanned the surroundings, and a layer of white prison shattered, and another layer of white prison appeared in front of Shiba. There was still a vast white ice fog surrounding him and the Ghost Lamp Full Moon around him. Although the visibility has been reduced a lot, he can still see his surroundings clearly. At least there is no need to worry about the sneak attack of Wujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiujiu

While scanning the surroundings, Shenba shouted, "Shuman, where have you been?!!!" The Moon beside him murmured, holding two huge flat-eyed floes, "It was obvious that masked ghost was standing beside me just now..." There was no sound around responding to Shenba's cry except for the empty echo. No one in the ice fog noticed it. Under the white fog, a faint black shadow permeated...

Shumaru held the long sword in his hand tightly and glanced at the vast white surroundings. Seeing the tragic death of Qi Ninji, who was more senior than him, Shumaru couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The pale fog made him unable to hear any outside breath, and was afraid that he would not be cut off again because of the shouts of Shiba and Moon. At this moment, Shumaru tried his best to restrain his breath and protected the long sword tightly in front of his chest. The long sword that had given him confidence in the past was only the coldness of the blade in the snow.

The voice of Zabuzhan suddenly rang in Chuanmaru's ears: "Hahaha, Li Sai Chuanmaru, I didn't expect you to be afraid of being like this. I have completely grasped your weaknesses. Haha, for the sake of being the Seven Ninja Sword of Mizuno, I will give you a happy time..."

Chuanwan's wrist shook, and the sewing turned into countless tiny secondary blades and shot around, but there was no response. The words that were not cut again came again: "Hmph, are you exhausted in your skills? Chuan..."

Zai Buzhen's words were not finished. The loud noise of "Bong------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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