The raindrops wet the hair that was no longer dry under the forehead, washed away the hidden blood. The handle of the beheading sword that had lost its bandage seemed a little simple. The cold autumn rain stained the blood on the blade of the beheading sword and slid into the shallow water that had slowly accumulated.

Feeling the coldness of the hair, I leaned silently on the gate of the station, pulled out a roll of bandage from the ninja bag, and pulled down the blood-stained left hand, pulled down the beheading knife behind my back, and slowly wrapped it around the bandage.

The bandage was tightly buckled into the gap of the knife handle, tightly wrapped around the hilt that was somewhat smooth due to the rain. If the light yellow pupils were cut off, they looked silently at the hotel. Perhaps the girl was still standing in front of the window waiting for me?

The hilt of the knife is not rough enough and cannot be swung steadily. It is like holding a decapitation sword. If you don’t hold it tightly, you can’t protect it? But from the moment you hold the decapitation sword, maybe I, covered in blood, have lost the qualification to be truly close?, right? Even if you can hug it tightly now?...

As my footsteps struggled in the mud, the figure of the hotel got closer and closer. I didn't dare to look up, afraid of not seeing the beautiful figure. My heart was so strong that it became so distorted and so weak...

The protective captain that represents the ninja village has already been put into his arms, his hair is covered in pieces and his hair has lost its dryness. He silently walked towards the hotel he booked.

"I won't kill my master..." The girl's tender voice was not clear in the curtain full of raindrops, but it was particularly clear in her ears. I won't kill my head in a daze. The thin figure was wearing the hat that was inconsistent with her, which was particularly clear in the rain.

"Tap, tap..." The sound of Xiu Qiao's soles of her feet stepping on the water was particularly clear in the ice rain. The corners of her mouth were slightly opened and closed under the bandage. The edges of the inconspicuous shorts were already soaked and white. How long have you been wet here...

Bai ran to Zaibuzhan's body, took off the hat he wore on his head, and slowly lifted it to Zaibuzhan's eyes. The unintentional raindrops instantly wet the girl's hair. Zaibuzhan's slightly dispersed pupils condensed. He took the hat he handed over to Bai, gently stretched out the right hand that was not stained with blood, and hugged the girl in front of him into his arms. The wide brim of the hat blocked all the raindrops that were attacking the girl.

Touching the girl's wet hair, she couldn't help but circle her index finger and knocked it on the small head with a little force, "Bang--"

"Woo..." The pain above his head made Bai unable to help but whimper, and looked up at Zaibuzhan who hit him. Zaibuzhan faced the eyes of the little beast that seemed to be wronged. The deep part of his eyes covered them with all the doting words, and the faint words passed through the wet bandage: "Little fool..."

No matter what I do, I always respond to my sweet smile. If I don’t kill the white in my arms, I will walk towards the hotel step by step. I hope I will always stop in the rain, Bai...

When it rains, time passes quickly, as if it is blurred, and it stops quietly, and the next second it passes through the entire frozen picture...

The hotel is not very big and has a pretty good dinner. I rarely talk to Bai Buzen when I was having dinner, because this quiet feeling does not make people feel dull and lonely. I drank the last bite of porridge in the bowl and looked at Bai who was chewing slowly in front of me. Zai Buzen said softly: "I'll go out for a walk, have supper and review ninjutsu and go to bed early..."

Bai raised his delicate little face, a white smile bloomed, and said softly: "Bai will wait for the adults to come back..."

Zabuzhan slowly stood up, lifted the beheading knife leaning against the table, and walked out the door. The corners of his mouth under the bandage opened slightly, and a few sharp broken teeth leaked out. Haha, under his thin body, there was a power beyond the ordinary upper ninja, right? Bai, but,?, still too kind.

The door behind him was gently closed, and Zabuzhan shook his head slightly, and took his hat to walk out of the hotel. There was no need to feel that there would be a small figure lying on the glass window watching the corner of his mouth moving away.

The rain still did not stop, but it was no longer the previous turmoil. It calmed down slightly, dripping its tone, gradually sliding down along the edge of the hat. Perhaps because of the rain, the cocoons on the edge of the village entrance have not been discovered yet. If you don’t cut it, you will walk out of the village gate without stopping and walk towards the woods not far away...

The dark surface of the beheading sword was stained with cold rain marks, and the flowing water droplets quietly floated on the surface of the beheading sword, as if the fresh life that had been deprived of it, would be slightly paused under the feet without shaking your wrists, and the beheading sword slashed out along the force of the arm and waist. The black sword light flashed in the empty woods, and no sound sounded in the air.

The decapitation sword returned to his shoulders again, his pale yellow pupils narrowed slightly, and his left hand gently rubbed the muscles of his right arm a few times. The decapitation sword's decapitation speed has indeed exceeded the speed of sound, just like the former Mirror Tomb Qixin...

However, the vertical sword-out trajectory is easily dodged by the guardian shadow level, or even the artifact strong man. If the sword-out arc changes, it will make a sound due to the large area of ​​friction between the knife surface and the air, and it will be discovered at the moment of making a move. If there is no defense, the "tear" or "sharp" beheading sword with wind attributes may cut off the defense of the sneak attacker and cause damage to the opponent. If the opponent is prepared and has a famous weapon, will there be only a protracted war and psychological warfare?

Thinking of Zabuzhan, he was a little irritated. He swung the beheading sword horizontally and cut off several giant trees covered by the beheading sword.

If you don't cut off the hat on your head, you will hang it on a tree branch, close your pale yellow eyes, and feel the beheading sword in your hand. The light blue chakra floats on the blade, "hiss-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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The bursting moan tear apart everything in front of you. The sharp beheading sword cut off the rain before you. The weak rain was torn apart by the crazy wind. The air and raindrops seemed to condense in an instant. The beheading sword fell without a trace of flash. The wide blade slashed into the earth without stopping. Everything in front of you was instantly shattered, like cracked glass, falling pieces, splashing in the cold water...

"Huh-------" A faint breath came from under the bandage. The decapitation knife that was slashed into the ground was pulled out, without a trace of mud staining the huge blade wrapped in the wind. The decapitation no longer slashed his head, shook some of the rain that was soaked in his hair, took off the hat hanging on the tree branch and put it on his head. Haha, the last blow was not fatal to him, how could the wind be bound by these? Just like the ghost man, who has been immersed in the blood pool and the abyss, how could he refuse blood?

There is no doubt about your own path, if you don’t cut it, hum, some people think that this name is the arrogance of not killing the second sword, but they don’t know that its original meaning is not to hope to cut off the shadow of your curse.

After shaving, he adjusted his body's muscles. The long journey and journey had already made this perfect body slightly unable to keep up with his consciousness. He looked directly at the snow-white blade of the beheading sword. The raindrops falling in the sky made his face slightly distorted, and only the devouring eyes continued to exude evil eyes.

His eyes condensed slightly, and the beheading sword was swung out again without a trace of knife light. If he didn't cut, he slowly put the beheading sword back on his back. The giant wood in front of him made a crisp sound of "chi---" and slowly fell off...

Broken knife? Decapitation, big knife? Shark muscle, long knife? Sewing, blunt knife? Cutting, blast knife? Droplet, Thunder knife? Teeth, double knife? Flounder...

Hum, why is the beheading sword ranked first? It is because the beheading sword, no, I, Taodi? If you don’t cut it, you will be the head of the seven ninja sword. The long-term darkness has wiped out the arrogance of the broken sword emerged at this moment. Unlike the special abilities given by the other six ninja swords, the existence of the beheading sword is eternal. The blood of the enemy is forged to crack the blade, which is a knife that cannot be matched by the weak. Hum, the weak cannot use this knife, so it is incomplete...

"Hmph......" "Hmph, wuhahahaha..." The laughter that was not cut off was swaying in the forest. In the gloomy rain, the twisted laughter, and the wanton arrogance surged out of the not-so-wide body. The sharp edge of the war once again sounded in this body...

The rain stopped at some point, and the wet figure walked towards the village with a heavy sword on his back. The extended ghost shadows and moonlight swayed in the accumulated water. Leng Yi was once again embedded in the deep haze, and the arrogance as the head of the knife.

The dark road may always be lonely...

If Jiraiya saw the figure disappearing from the village entrance here at this moment, would he recall the figure of his close friend leaving?

The cold magma played a crisp sound in his ears, and the cold black hair was dancing in the darkness. The fourth generation of Naruto left him. Is the cold and arrogance that has not yet faded still hanging on the corner of his mouth? Leng Jun? Haha, the glory of the past has dimmed under the decadent politics...
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