Cold, a kind of sad and cold, even the bloody fragrance was frozen by this coldness, and the blood on the ground seemed to be completely solidified by the bone-accusing coldness, and could not emit a trace of blood.

The body of the Iwann leader Amoxi was still twitching in the pool of blood. He lost his spine and was not even as good as a caterpillar. Only the whimpering soaked in the blood proved that this person who should have lost too much blood was still alive, living in pain...

Jiraiya looked at Zaibuzhan's back, and the side face covered in blood but with a strange smile, opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Amoxi's death was completely beyond his expectations. He didn't even exert 30% or 20% of his strength. Jiraiya shook his head slightly. Amoxi, who was doing his best, even himself had a headache. Moreover, Amoxi, who is the Yun Nin clan, is also very sensitive. If he doesn't kill this guy, it will be a little trouble this time.

An indescribable feeling filled my heart, blood, hoping to see blood, but there was no trace of pleasure of killing. It was like a blood-eating animal instinct, killing its own prey when it was not hungry, and only enjoying the tragic moment of its prey.

"Hmph" Aibu Shou hums and laughs softly. The pale color gradually covers the black pupils, and the white in the pale yellow eyes exudes a color of contempt, that kind of racial contempt.

At first, because of the resentment that insulted Bai, he was buried by this pale blood desire. The killing that had not been done for a long time called on the evil ghosts to bind their hearts with chains.

Zabuzhan slowly raised his head and looked down at the four Yun Nin who were even taller than him. The ghosts under his feet almost covered the entire courtyard.

A Yun Ren could not bear it in this strange atmosphere and shouted, "Avenge Lord Amohsi!!!!" After a pause, Yun Ren's figure flashed towards Zabuzhan.

The white sword light flashed a slight light in the space covered by ghosts, and it was disillusioned in the darkness before it even bloomed.

The palm of his hand that was not slashed covered Yun Ren's thick skull, and his powerful five fingers slowly sank into the flesh...

"Kaku..." The sound of bone cracking gradually sounded with screams, and the contemptuous smile did not shake at all.

"Ahhhhhhh~~~~~" "Pa---!!!" With a broken sound, Yun Ren's mourn ended.

The white and red colors blurred, and the left hand that was stretched out, and the broken skull that slowly loosened the scalp that was connected to the scalp, shook the stickyness on the hand, and walked towards the remaining Yun Ren step by step...

The slow steps seemed to be the illusion that was integrated into the darkness under your feet, without making a sound, and the suppressed air seemed to be a scene in a horror movie, and it might not be so quiet in the next second.

The two Yun Ninja looked at each other, took a step forward, and slowly pulled out their ninja knife. The blue light of light flashed on the white blade. Yun Ninja's glory did not allow them to retreat: "Thunder and double cut!!!"

A dull roar erupted from the mouths of the two Yunnin who were out of the row. The electric light on the two ninth swords resonated with each other. The shining electric chain condensed between the two ninth swords. The uneven electric light tore the dark ground with a blast, but could not break through the haze that penetrated into the earth.

The two Yunren ran to the left and right sides of Zaibuzhan, and the shining electric chains rage towards Zaibuzhan's figure.

"Sir~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!" The lightning blasted through his ears. The tall and thin figure did not dodge at all. It was torn into two pieces by the sharp electric light and fell on the ground covered by ghosts, but no sound was made.

Before the two Yun Ren, who had just got together, had time to look at the battle behind him, his face hurt and his palms pinched their cheeks.

Zabuzhan's figure appeared in front of the two people at some point. The expression on their faces was like the weird smile when tortured Amohsi, but the cold paleness almost buried the pale yellow eyes and completely occupied the entire eye socket.

"Swish--Swish--" Several blood arrows spurted out from the cheeks of the two Yun Ren. The two Yun Ren groaned but did not scream.

Listening to the screams in the yard, Jiraiya slightly held his eyes at Amoxi, who was still twitching in the pool of blood, couldn't help frowning. Although he had killed countless people, he had never had the habit of torture and killing. Although he was cruel, he did not reveal the pleasure of torture and killing. However, the back left to him did not have a sense of familiarity. Perhaps he and he had never been familiar with him.

I was a little lost. The life I held in my hands did not have a warm touch. I slowly contracted my fingers without slashing them boringly, and the flesh and blood that slipped down my fingertips did not bring the warmth in my memory.

The crisp sound of "Kaku..." sounded between the palms, the cracked head and the protruding eyes did not bring any discomfort. Aibubiao glanced at the eyes with a little interest and did not let out a wail.

It’s just that the bursting face makes me unable to remember the face I haven’t remembered.

Suddenly I felt unfamiliar with myself, as if I was possessed by this body, all my feelings turned into nothingness, absolute rationality, absolutely cold. This feeling made me feel like I had an unprecedentedly powerful feeling. A trace of pale attached to my body that was never cut, and my shoulder torn by the ninja knife was visible to the naked eye, leaving only a thin layer of blood shackle...

The steps will not stop because of a faint ethereal complacency. If you don't cut off, you will slowly let your hands go, allowing the two bodies that are no longer warm, and the two shallow blood slowly flows out from the two no longer complete heads, burying the broken face.

Jiraiya couldn't stand this feeling of depression, so he slowly sat down and poured himself a glass of sake. He was about to drink a light drink, but after scanning his bloody body, he couldn't help but put down his glass.

That uncontrollable feeling manipulated Zaibuzhan's body step by step towards the last Yun Nin.

Depressed, the sun in the sky still radiates dazzling light, but for some reason, it cannot dispel the darkness that covers the entire courtyard.

The dull aura finally suppressed the minister Yunnin Village was a little breathless. This feeling was only felt when he was not a ninja. He was listening to the previous generation of Rayshadow declaration of war.

The illusory footsteps were buried in the darkness, and the figure that could not be cut slowly floated towards him like a ghost. The death of his companion and the captain's miserable life were worse than death, which made the village minister's once hard courage shatter.

With silent steps, I encountered thick darkness around me. The slowly stretched out white left hand, and the pale pupils without a trace of human breath made my upper and lower front teeth tremble constantly.

"Ahhhhh~~~~~~~~~~" The bottom line of fear was ruthlessly broken, and a few tears flowed out of the village minister's eyes, and shouted fearful roars. The village minister turned around and wanted to escape from this small courtyard where he shouldn't have stepped into.

Chakra exploded rapidly at the soles of the village minister's feet, far beyond the level that the body could bear. Blood splashed out along the ninja boots, and it was close, and the opening without a door was close at hand. A smile rose from the corner of the village minister's mouth, which was drooling unconsciously...

The next second, the hope of life and existence were ruthlessly shattered, and the pale pupils reflected in my eyes.

"Chi――" The beheading knife outlined a gloomy black light in the air, and scarlet blood splashed out. The village minister's body rushed to the ground, and the two thighs that almost reached their crotch stood in place, shook for a few times, spraying blood and pouring out.

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If you don’t cut off any more, you won’t stop the slightest wailing effect. You step on the body of the village minister who has no legs and said lightly: “It’s not enough…”

The decapitation sword slowly raised and waved it down.

One arm flew out, accompanied by the village minister's painful cry. Pity such as mercy would not appear on ghosts, let alone the evil ghost who was now tyrannical because he had not been contaminated with blood for a long time, the heavy beheading sword was raised again and cut off.

Zabuzhan tilted his head slightly and looked at the village minister who was like a reptile, and said lightly: "Continue to run, as long as you go out, I will allow you to survive..."

"Chi---" The stern boots stepped on the village minister's broken leg without pity, and the cold and hoarse words continued with their initial indifference: "Run, haha..."

The desire to survive made the painful village minister wake up slightly, and tried hard to twist his body, crawling towards the edge of the door that was only two meters away from him, blood and meat remained in the place where the village minister crawled, just like the secretions left by a snail.

The squirming inch by inch, the desire made this guy who could not help but cry because of fear, so strong and terrible. The mud leaves were covered with bloody broken limbs, and his chin exposed his pale jaw as he rubbed the bricks and tiles.

In addition to Mizuno, who was born in the underworld, Naikui, even Jirai couldn't help but lower his head. This pure tyranny made Jirai, who was more moral, very uncomfortable, but he was not qualified to say anything.

The blood was paved into a three-meter-long path, and the village minister was only ten centimeters away from the bright exit, and a layer of longing light floated on his face full of blood.

"Chi---" The ninja boots stomped onto the broken legs that had been worn out from the flesh, and the minced meat and blood splashed out. Zabushen appeared beside the village minister with a twisted smile: "Hahaha, keep going, reptile, hum, hum..."

The ninja boots were stomping down without stopping, with broken limbs, red, flesh and blood, darkness, ghosts, smiles, screams, and lights that were all within reach quietly accusing that there was no holy son in this world...
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