[[[cp|w:139|h:135|a:l]]] The dry and scorching sun in the desert sucked the remaining water. Even the scorpion's thick outer shell could not stand it, twisting its scorpion tail irritably, looking forward to piercing the skin of the prey and sucking the blood under the shell, but the tiny eyes did not notice the "prey" playing with the mouth that contained sharp teeth.

The breeze blew up a few strands of hair that could not be cut, covering the pale yellow eyes. "Chi―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――�

The white bandage raised slightly, twisting a sarcastic smile.

The figure of "no more slash" scattered, and the white mist dissipated with the splashing of the water clone, and the richness filled the luxurious palace.

The empty sound rang in the hall with hoarse haze: "Hahaha, can you feel safe by hiding in that fragile body? The so-called eternity is just the deepening of fear. It is not understood, and the heart is empty. The fear is getting deeper and deeper, so that you can achieve this ironic eternity, hahahaha..."

Fei Liuhu's hoarse voice also sounded in the confused fog: "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

“?―――!!!”

The beheading sword no longer had a slight fluctuation in the air, and suddenly slashed heavily on Fei Liuhu's hard back armor. The snow-white blade was deeply trapped in the thick armor far beyond steel.

Zaibuzhen's figure slowly appeared beside the scorpion, and his cold words were spoken: "It's so fragile..."

"Kala Kala" decapitation sword slowly pulled out, and the hard shell shattered. Fei Liuhu's head suddenly twisted. After a sarcastic smile, a wisp of wind burst out from the beheading sword. Fei Liuhu's head, who had just opened his mouth, broke thousands of pieces, and the parts were scattered all over the ground.

Zabuzhan slowly carried the beheading sword and said lightly: "It's still a pretty face..."

"Take tread..."

The figure covered in a black robe slowly walked out of Fei Liuhu's body, without caring about the one standing beside him, and took a few steps forward and slowly turned around.

The pretty face was inconsistent with the hoarse voice. The beautiful red hair was a little hazy in the thick white mist, and the amber eyes had a clear feeling in this confusion.

If you don’t kill the "Hmph" smile, your tall and thin figure will dissipate in the fog again.

The sound of the Red Sand Scorpion slowly rang in the white mist: "Since one person's eyes cannot capture you, what about a hundred pairs of eyes..."

"Picking-------------------" sounded in the scorpion's wide robe, and a scroll leaked out of the scorpion's sleeve: "Although some puppets are not perfect enough, they provide enough vision..."

"Puff~~~~~~~~~~~~" Smoke rose, and dense puppets occupied nearly one-third of the entire hall. There were dozens of puppets with human faces mixed in countless mechanical puppets. Except for the slightly dry and dull face, the slightly concave and convex muscles could be vaguely visible...

Zai Buzhan, who was hidden in the fog, slowly opened his eyes, and the pinched left hand exerted a slight force, and the white world instantly became more blurred. The range of fog enveloped the entire prosperous mansion in a few breaths.

Countless chakra lines surged out of the scorpion's wide robes, connecting the puppets that were floating in the hall: "Although there are more perfect works, if they are damaged in this battle, I will be very distressed, after all, that is my most perfect collection..."

"I haven't been so serious for a long time. I've used them to destroy a country. The Red Secret Technology? Practice Hundred Machines..."

"Hmph, Humph, Humph," the cold smile sounded empty: "This kind of thing destroys a country? Haha, it's so ironic..."

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"Shitshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes, and the four different horns were inserted into the body of the body. The light flowing water slids from the body, and the corners of the mouth gradually became transparent. The beheading sword turned into a stream of water. White mist flew up in the place where the water clones splashed, and buried a layer of faint clarity.

"Haha, it's really fragile, it's completely unscrupulous to me. Is this what you call destroying a country?" No more sarcastic words sounded in the scorpion's ears...

"Chi―――" A tiny scorpion tail pierced out of the scorpion's black robe and shot towards the place where the words were heard, only in exchange for a futile and crisp sound in the "Ding――", which penetrated deeply into the hard marble wall.

"Kala" the black kunai pierced the mysterious fire cloud robe, touching the body inside the black robe, in exchange for the sound of the doll shattering. The figure that could not be cut again condensed in front of the scorpion, and whispered in the scorpion's ears through the bandaged lips: "Haha, is even myself the so-called eternity? Humph, it's really fragile..."

The scorpion's pupils were not very good, but he just slowly raised his hands: "Scroll? Yan Zhuang Formation!!!"

The fiery flames swept across the figure that was no longer slashed in an instant. The orange fireworks even the solid marble floor were burned. The fireworks tore the figure that was no longer slashed, only the faint scattered fog marks, and only the kunai that stayed in the puppet body told the truth just now.

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Things that stop will be boring...

The orange fireworks were restrained on the palm of the Red Sand Scorpion, and the black sleeves were slightly burned by the remaining fireworks.

"Haha, are you still hesitating? Hiding your strength in front of me, even the snake of Konoha will die..." The words sounded empty when they didn't cut, near or far.

The scorpion pursed his false lips, and the amber eyeballs showed inexplicable colors. The chakra lines in the robe were surging, and the dense puppets swung. Countless ninja tools and weapons attacked the surroundings frantically. The sound of ninja tools piercing into the wall was chaotic and reverberating.

"Paila---" "Touch---" "Boom---" "Boom--" The sound of the slaughter, the breaking of the puppet, and the sound of the beheading sword slashing down the hall kept ringing. Whether it was a strong special puppet or the agile human puppet, it was constantly shattering in the white confusion, and only the falling pieces fell on the marble floor and made a clear and crisp sound.

A hundred perfect puppets were shrinking and had become sporadic in just a few minutes. The falling puppets were like dead warriors, their hard armor shattered all over the ground, and their weapons during their lifetime followed their masters, and a faint sadness appeared in this foggy and hazy world.

The scorpion was not moved at all, and the remaining puppets' steps became more and more flexible. They seemed to move aimlessly, but they tried to hide themselves in a safe place. The sound of the beheading sword splitting the puppet without a pause. The ghost in the fog continued to kill without blood. Every time the puppet's broken figure was scattered in the thick fog, and the faint distortion appeared in the fog.

The scorpion heart is far from the bottleneck of expressionless face. His eyes are slightly closed, his fingers are hooked, and two exquisite scrolls slowly slide down from behind. His seemingly fair hands hold the two exquisite scrolls, and the amber eyes slowly open...

Scorpion's unique voice sounded again: "It seems that he must reveal his most perfect and imperfect work..."

"Puff~~~~~~~~~~" The slight smoke was buried in the fog color, and only the sound of unsealing the seal was clear in the white world.

Two figures appeared beside the scorpion, and a tall figure slowly floated up on the left side of the scorpion, with black hair, gray-brown face, delicate body of mechanism, and covered black robe telling his identity - the strongest wind shadow, the third generation...

Another puppet looks completely disgusting than the exquisiteness of the third generation of Fengying. A faint smell of rotten corpse spread around his huge body. Dozens of big or small arms were sewn on the fat body. The top was more than three meters high, with six heads that were either crying or laughing. The twisted expressions told his joy, anger, sorrow, joy, hatred and resentment.

The red sand scorpion, whose body slightly thin appeared because of manipulating the puppet, stood up at some point, and a momentum with a hint of pride gradually emerged from his eternal body: "The ghost man of the Fog Ninja, the game has just begun now..."

The fog gradually condensed, and the fog color with visibility less than fifty centimeters gradually dissipated in front of the scorpion.

Aibuzhan's figure appeared several meters in front of the Red Sand Scorpion. A cold light flashed through his pale yellow pupils, and the gloom under the bandage slowly exhaled: "Are you serious? If it was still the doll show just now, I could hardly help but pierce your remaining body..."

The gloomy fog enveloped the slaughterhouse without a trace of blood. The incomplete slaughterhouse was waiting for the "dead" owner, and the four figures stood up unbalancedly...

The faint decay, the faint blood, the faint persistence, the ghost's joke, the scorpion's persistence, messing around this hazy world, the cold and slightly wet fog, the dry "skin" of the puppet also left a faint wet mark on the bandage that blocked the face...
Chapter completed!