The snow traces continued to trace their own traces, inlaid some silver and white into the blue chakra barrier of Shui Naikui. After slashing, the blood that was slightly scabbed on his face was rubbed. He carried the beheading sword and walked slowly towards the boundary of Shui Naikui. The blood on the beheading sword slipped down, leaving red marks on the snow that he walked through...

Zai Buzhan walked to the ice-blue chakra barrier, reached out and stroked it gently. The cool feeling with a strange toughness made Zai Buzhan frown slightly. Is this the appearance of the chakra condensation without attributes?

Zaibuzhan shook his head and stopped thinking about this almost academic issue. He quietly stretched out his left hand, and a cold mass of water gradually condensed in the air. Zaibuzhan wiped the sticky blood on his face and said lightly: "Let's go..."

The faceless man half-kneeled in the snow swept his eyes at the head of the blood-stained "shadow" in the snow. The strange smile frozen on the old face, and a miserable smile appeared on the corner of the mouth under the faceless man's mask.

The faceless man slowly stood up, his body, which was torn to pieces by the ghost claws of Shadow Hell, gradually became fragrant with a faint fragrance, and the silver-white samurai sword gradually deshewn.

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"Chi――" The rib gap continued to cut without stopping, and the neat cross was carved on the abdomen full of blood. The mask of the faceless person gradually slid down, revealing a beautiful face. A trace of blood slipped down from the corner of Yiren's fair mouth, and his delicate body slowly fell away. A trace of unworthy words floated across the corner of his bleeding mouth: "Father..."

The red blood was soaked under the girl's body, gradually blending with the old man's blood, messy in the white fog...

The ice-blue chakra barrier gradually liquefied and converged into Shui Naikui's body. Shui Naikui looked at the faceless person lying on the snow and stared at the faceless person lying on the snow, and the figure that no longer slashed continued to walk towards Snow Realm Village without a trace.

Bai was about to run towards Zaibuzhan, but when he saw Shui Naikui who was still in a daze, he stretched out his hand and pulled Shui Naikui slightly.

The faint Shui Naique looked in the direction where he pulled himself, without a trace of mortal worldly smile, and the faint arc outlined the face of a holy son. The smile that was not tolerated in the world made Shui Naique, who had just come back to his senses, fall into confusion again. Shui Naique, who had turned back, looked carefully. The girl's figure had approached the dark ghost.

Minaki looked at Bai who was following Zaibuzhan tightly and murmured softly: "White, how could Black be together..." Minaki shook the black hair occupied by snowflakes, and Minaki walked towards the direction where Zaibuzhan and Bai gradually disappeared.

The relaxed Ming Tou pulled out the Kowloon that was inserted on his shoulder, took out a bandage from his horny bag and bandaged it, and walked towards his younger brother. Ye Tou just pulled out a Kowloon that was inserted on his back. He grinned with crooked teeth and felt a pain behind his back. He couldn't help but "Woo-" and looked back. Ming Tou had already thrown away the Kowloon that was pulled out and began to bandage it. His green face showed a twisted smile and complained: "Brother, I will deal with this little injury myself..."

While bandaging his younger brother, Mingtou said docilely: "Yes, yes, yes..."

The snowflakes in the sky are still falling. Perhaps too many snowflakes have fallen. The clouds are no longer so heavy. The sunlight reflects on the ground through the clouds. Although it is bright, it does not contain any warmth. On the road where the clouds are cracked, the figures of the two boys support each other and walk towards the road back...

Fog Ninju Village, Mizukage Office... "Bang--" The wooden sign in front of Kuraya broke. Kuraya's red eyes narrowed slightly, and waved his hand to signal the assassins around him to go out. A strange vortex twisted around Kuraya, and the man in a black tights appeared beside Kuraya. The faint words came from the spiral mask: "It's more interesting than I thought..."

In the eye holes exposed by the vortex mask, strange patterns rotated in the red eyes. Kuraya sat blankly on Mizukawa's desk, but three rotating black magma gradually appeared in his red eyes...

Konoha Summer 52...

The Musine Ninja cancels its plan to continue to go to the Snow Country to hunt down the Assassination Land? The Assassination who will not be killed again...

In July 1952, the "weirdo" Kisame Kanji defected...

The Seven Ninji Knife of the Mizuna is dead in name only, Rise Shou Wan, Tongcao Wild Bait Man, Wu Li Shi Ba died in battle, and the "stitches", "cuts" and "droplets" that are left behind, gradually fade away from the ninja world's sight...

In September 1952, Konoha, the young leader of the Black Hoe clan, Black Hoe Leiya, was seriously ill. As the inheritor of "Take"...

In the autumn of Konoha in the 1952... Kuraya ordered the severance of diplomacy with other ninja villages, blocking the squat village layer by layer, and regulating the bloody internal internally. However, although the once powerful squat ninja still retains the title of "Blood Mist", how much combat power is there in the blood mist that is only contaminated with the blood of the squat?

Time keeps passing by, like snowflakes falling all over the sky, taking away something freely, but never stopping...

Snowflakes fell from the sky to the middle of the earth, and the troubled things echoed in the ninja world. Yun Nin and Konoha wars were finally over, the Fire Kingdom guarded the Twelve Soldiers, the Blue Beast... All the topics revolved around this once most powerful ninja village, but some people also smelled the increasingly decaying breath under the powerful surface...

Konoha Summer 58...Snow Corner Village...

"Swoosh-----" "Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah" the trait of playing cards casually crossed the villagers' throats, "Grizz..." A laugh that was inconsistent with the killing appeared on the corner of the Ice-eyed girl's mouth.

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Zaibuzhan's figure leaned on the wall of Xuejie Village, which was still stained with blood, and was indifferent to the torture in the village. Bai's figure followed Zaibuzhan's figure silently, with beautiful eyes scanning his toes, and his delicate ears buried deep into his collar, trying not to hear the screams in the village.

Aibu Zhan turned his head slightly, looked at the girl who was guarding her side, and exhaled a deep breath, and the pale yellow pupils showed a faint haze. No matter how he tried, Bai always had a strong resistance to killing people. Even the bandits who had evil thoughts on her, Bai would just use thousands of books to make them unconscious. Perhaps, Bai's cleanliness would not allow her to get contaminated with a trace of blood, right?

A twisted ferocious flashed in Zaibuzhan's cold eyes, and the ghost shadows extending throughout the village emitted countless tiny ghost hands, tearing the still-surviving body, and speeding up the slaughter. Zaibuzhan stood up, gently pulled Bai who was standing beside him into his arms, put his head on Bai's soft shoulders, breathing the faint fragrance of the girl, and murmured in words that he couldn't hear clearly: "Let me take all the blood, Bai..."

The Mingtou, Yetou, and Shui Naikui gradually drove the remaining villagers from the surroundings to the center of the village. The red blood extended in the white snow until more than 300 villagers, old or young, cried and hugged, shedding their last tears in the center of the village.

Zabuzhan gently hugged Bai and turned around, not allowing Bai Weiwei to relax his face to face the villagers who were about to be massacred, and patted Bai's back, hoping that Yi could bring a slight comfort to the girl in his arms.

Ming Tou stretched out his left hand without iron hand and wiped the blood hitting his mask. A slightly hoarse voice spit out from under the mask: "Ye Tou, let's deal with them all at once..."

"Well, brother." Yetou's voice still had a few big children's aura. Yetou slightly twisted his iron hand, and a string of shurikens that were linked together slid out.

Yetou swung casually and took away several live lives. The sword chain broke the bodies of several villagers and threw them towards Mingtou not far away. Mingtou supported his right hand and the sword chain steadily inserted it into his iron hand. Mingtou pulled out a kunai and inserted it on the sword chain, nailed the sword chain to the ground, and shook his wrist, and a longer Shuriken chain was extended on the iron hand.

Yetou nailed the villagers who wanted to escape to death with a few shurikens and pulled the sword chain to run. Mingto raised his left hand and shouted: "The technique of long chain of ninja blade!!!"

The sword chain in the iron hand seemed to be pulled out of the iron hand without restrictions. In a few breaths, Mingtou and Yetou used sword chains to surround the villagers in the village, and ignored the crying and begging for mercy in the sword chain.

The two of them had four eyes, their feet paused, and the blue chakra splashed, and the dark shuriken chains splashed with the hiss of the wind, "Chela-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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The next second, the figure of Mingtou Yetou appeared on the two opposite houses. The red blood was squandering in the center of the village with inexplicable pieces of meat. The black ghost was swallowing the still twisting body. The dark sword chain "Chila" broke away and slowly retracted the iron hands of Mingtou Yetou Yetou each.

Shuinaikui waved his hand, and the solid chakra built in front of him gradually dissipated, and the blocked blood was scattered in front of Shuinaikui. Shuinaikui smiled, and his face, which was not stained with blood, was particularly enchanting in this sea of ​​blood. He said softly: "It's time to go back, and if you don't kill the Lord, you must be anxious..."

Ming Tou glanced at the woman he was a little disgusted with, looked at Ye Tou, raised his left hand, and shouted softly: "The technique of instantaneous body!!" A faint smoke rose, and the figures of the two disappeared in the rising smoke...

Shuinaikui glanced at the remaining body that was gradually floating in the air. Although it was not the first time he saw the body swallowed by ghosts, he still trembled slightly, stuffed his poker back into the ninja bag, folded his hands together, and gradually melted into the snow mist...

The snowflakes were falling in a mess, secretly covering the former owner here, but no matter how the floating white was hidden, it could not block the bloody moment. It could only cooperate with those remaining bodies and forever frozen between the cold ser...
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