The smell of blood filled the air with the unique fishy smell of resin. The face filled with pain and twists appeared strange beauty.

Jingjing's face, which was slightly similar to Duanzang, leaned slightly towards Leng Jun because of the pale blood loss. The bloody stickiness and bitterness slid down from his lips. He smiled reluctantly and floated onto his thin lips, and he vomited coldly: "I finally caught you, and I won't cut it again..."

The trees representing nature tear apart Jing Jing's skin arbitrarily, wrapping around the eyes and never slashing, but Jing Jing lost the hideousness of the initial angrily scolding...

No longer cut, he ignored the branches that were gradually bound by his branches, and allowed the dry branches soaked in blood to wrap around his legs, and slightly pulled the decapitation knife. The bloody and sticky steel that seemed to be about to condense was thick.

Aibubuzhum smiled and said lightly: "Do you want to drag me to die together..."

"Haha..." Jing Jing laughed mockingly, and blood foam surged out of his throat: "I can't kill you, but you will die here, cough cough..."

Jing Jing grabbed the beheading sword and took off his hand, allowing the branches wrapped around the beheading sword to fall off from his arms, bringing the sticky pieces of meat...

Jing Jing raised his head and looked directly at the slash, but he was cut into the body by the beheading sword and could not stand up. He said lightly: "I'm waiting for you there, ghost man? If you don't slash, cough cough... Wood escape? Tree

Escape from Eternal Burial..."

Two metal rings embedded in the arms collapsed from Jingjing's body. The trees were like bloodthirsty owls, pecking at their mother hanging on the branches. They instantly tore Jingjing's arms apart and rushing towards the sky with exaggerated appearance.

Zabuzhan stood there lightly, looking at the Jingjing who was trapped in the dark because of the huge trees that flew away from the sky. Although he could escape from the constraints of trees at any time, the face in front of him made him unable to help but want to see the expression of the last moment...

Countless hideous giant trees pounced on the two people surrounding them from the sky, and the sharp tops of the tree were still stained

The moment the arm was stained with blood, as bright as a snake's letter.

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!" The harder trees instantly shattered the dead trees buried on the ground, the bloody red cracked, the broken bones and flesh were neglected and buried, and there was no trace of them squeezed. The hustle and bustle of the past slowly dissipated and returned to calm again as the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Two figures outside the battlefield flashed into the world covered by countless twisted trees, searching for traces they wanted to find.

"Touch-----------!!!" The tightly wrapped trees shattered, and with the sound of "step, step", the figure carrying a huge blade slowly walked out, and said lightly: "I gave up this task, the employer violated the rules of the transaction..."

"Hi, I won't kill my master..."

Two gentle echoes came from the smoke and dust, but the response of respect and closer burying made the attachment buried under the pale yellow pupils slightly dim.

The bridge deck was half destroyed. After swinging a few beheading swords, he threw the dead branches that had lost their blood off the knife surface. Looking back at the tree group that was still squeezing layer by layer, he couldn't help but think of the last weakness of the caster.

Dark, pale, and in the last moment, it couldn't help but feel weak. The inferiority and fragility of human nature made the heart that no longer slashed and twisted was strangely satisfied.

"Cough...Maybe...Mr.Dude..." The voice was buried by the noise of trees, and the body that had just broken his arm was squeezed and crushed in the next moment.

"Hmph...hehehehehehehehehe..." The squeezed tree instantly melted into a person's space, and the shadow that could no longer be cut slowly emerged from the darkness. A ferocious smile filled the heart with satisfaction. Until the pleasure faded, he pulled out the beheading sword that was trapped in the tree, broke the bondage, and walked out of the tree that was embraced.

Perhaps because she had just made up for the psychological distortion, her feelings were not covered by the pale divine nature. She was sneaking into the girl who was following her closely. She was wandering around all day long and did not lose her bright colors due to the wind and rain. The girl's tenderness, slightly cold pretty face, and perhaps the tenderness that the Shui Wuyue clan was born.

Zabuzhan slowly restrained his peeping gaze and suppressed his emotions. A faint sound of wind came from a distance. Zabuzhan narrowed his eyes slightly, stayed on the bridge, looking into the distance of the sea. More than a dozen giant ships came slowly from the distance, and the signs on the sails made the smile that had not yet dissipated under the bandage of Zabuzhan even deeper.

Zaibuzhan slowly walked a few steps to the bridge, leaned on the guardrail of the bridge, and said lightly: "Shui Naikui, Bai, it seems that we can't leave. Haha, how can the old customer see us off?

What should I accept it?"

Zabuzhan looked at the giant ship that was breaking through the waves from afar, and asked slowly in words that he could hardly hear clearly: "Is that right, Kado?"

The ship slowly landed, and hundreds of wandering samurai wearing knives or with inexplicable guards, climbed from one ship to another onto the slightly damaged Wave Country Bridge, which was still slightly damaged after completion. There might be thousands of people in the dense figures? Even the number of people on both sides of the medium-sized ninja war was probably the same.

Is it because of fear? Haha, I feel the strength of the collaborator. Although I have money that is rich enough to match a country, I am afraid of the collaborator's darkness that can take down his head at any time. Kado? The corners of his sarcastic mouth slowly curled up...

Kado sat on the boat, the softness of the luxurious leather chair did not bring any peace of mind. The countless subordinates hired had already climbed the bridge?

In the darkness, Kado held his hands together, suppressing his slight trembling, but his eyes became more numb...

Fear, the fear that penetrates the soul, becomes more entangled with the increase in benefits, becomes more respectful and obedient. Although he has obtained more money, he no longer has the sense of superiority of a controller who has mastered countless money.

he...

Although it was not too much for the man who had a ghostly shadow, he had to do his best. Although he seemed to have gained more, who would understand the fear of being stared at by the white crow.

The pure white bird's eyes were so white that it was terrifying that it was terrifying. Countless dying whine sounds seemed to be whistling in the pale eyes. No matter where I stayed, I could feel the feeling of being peeped out and the wailing that was bitten and swallowed...

Kado let go of his hands and gently patted his face to make himself more awake. He exhaled a breath of suppressed turbid air, and secretly gritted his teeth and thought: "One hundred billion."

There are more than one thousand famous murderers, including the famous Naruto. Even the strongest Naruto in the five major villages cannot deal with so many people, let alone the guy who was attacked by Konoha?!"

Kado calmed down, gently picked up the tea cup beside the sofa and took a sip, lowered his head, and waited for his final destiny.

The breeze blew, and it was not cold and wild because it was on the verge of the sea, and it hung on the face, because it was wrapped in a bandage, but it felt a little warm.

If you don’t lean on the guardrail by the bridge, you will randomly look at the rebel ronin who are climbing like an ant, and you will feel like you want to tear the bandages on your face.

The slaughter of villagers was once like killing the ants under his feet, the boredom, the slaughter of the soul, so that I could no longer find the slaughter of the willful slaughter of the ninja graduates...

Haha, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, since I am a ghost, I still use the "ruthless" divine nature to cover myself up. Why do I feel sad, lost, weak and happy because of watching others? Why do I think killing is boring? What boredom is just that simple fear, the struggle to die is far less interesting than killing myself for anything...

Zabuzhang slowly reached out to cover his mouth and nose, lowered his head slightly, and his body trembled slightly because of what.

Own?

Maybe I am just an evil ghost. When my father died, he inherited the ghost's moment, and he also had a sense of peace of mind close to the plot. When Jing Tomb died, he was given a beheading sword. It is undeniable that he hid the joy of obtaining a beheading sword...

Even if it is, even after Tan Zi passed away, he had a kind of luck in meeting Bai in the future...

Haha, even if it is white, even if it is white, I am still hypocritical to give her so-called "happiness", absorbing her warmth while sucking the blood and tears of the snow-like girl.

The bandage was bitten into the mouth, and the sharp teeth made a faint "squeak" sound, "Puff...", the white bandage hung decadently between the neck, and the suppressed laughter and crying were trembling just now, and they were swallowed into the throat.

A ghost-like evil spirit floated on the pale yellow eyes, swallowing the suppressed divinity in the eyes. The hand left the face and slowly grabbed the hilt behind the knife. The five fingers slowly pinched it, feeling the roughness of the hilt wrapped around the knife, and exerted a slight force. The decapitation sword took off the pendant on the back, and with a broken "paint--" sound, the sharp blade chiseled into the bridge deck, breaking a layer of new cement that had not been condensed for too long.

Aibuzhan turned his head and looked at the two slightly nervous girls. After all, he had not experienced the ninja war. Even if most of the other side were not ninjas, the feeling of being oppressed by the military force was not something they could bear.

Ai Buzhan smiled slightly. Although his unblocked face was not handsome, he had a trace of coldness and resoluteness. The faint and confident words spit out from the corner of his mouth with that unique arrogance: "Look carefully, although it is not as good as the stern war, but maybe you can learn something..."

The sound of not cutting made Minaki slightly stunned, while Bai next to him was stunned. Even the thin and tender pink lips were slightly opened and closed. The sound was so familiar, so familiar, but in my memory, maybe I forgot, maybe it was just a vague fantasy...

The wind was slightly cold, and the already ravaged bridge deck was as if it was an altar dedicated to gods and demons. However, the blood stained with blood was not enough, and the fresh offering was being blown by the sea breeze...
Chapter completed!