The wind scattered along the waves, the juices and faint blood of the trees were hidden by the unique breath of the sea breeze. The bandages swayed wildly with the wind, and looked slightly ethereal in the neck, just like the forehead-protecting bandages blown by the wind behind the head...

The other side of the bridge did not become quiet because of the messy wind. The unremitting noise and noisy sounds sounded in a mess:

"What? The guy on the other side is worth 10 billion..."

"The legendary ghost man is just like this!"

Compared with the hustle and bustle of wandering samurai, the snails and rebel ninjas gathered together in groups of three or five, and they were secretly communicating. After all, after experiencing the killing between ninjas, they knew better how difficult it is to deal with ninjas with names. However, things like Yidang Qian only exist in second-rate samurai novels.

Even the Shadow-level powerful men can only escape under the siege of thousands of samurai. Even the strongest thunder shadow in the legend of Yun Nin can only involve the ninja army for three days and three nights, and the 100,000 troops. Haha, it's just an exaggeration, at most ten thousand people, and the lower ninjas and auxiliary ninjas have to be included...

Under the absolute number of people, everything is false. Every guy hired by Kado is a guy who has the ability to seize that 10 billion, more than 400 ninjas, nearly 800 wandering samurai. Each one has at least the strength of a Zhongnin, including many top ninjas, and even shadow-level...

Zabuzhan gently stretched out his hand and pursed the corner of his lips. He bent down gently, and the decapitation knife that crushed the ground slowly tilted. He gently pinched the fingers of the knife handle and grabbed it slowly. Haha, will so many people die?

I glanced at the snowy face slightly and saw what I learned? The inheritance of hatred just makes people grow. Maybe you will be really mature if you die...

A wry smile buried under the slightly gloomy face. Haha, the gutter has capsized. Unexpectedly, Kado has done this step, but his steps cannot stop here...

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The steps that were not cut were slightly slower because of the obstacles of the ninja tools, but they still flashed towards the ninja group.

The distance of dozens of meters was not as far as imagined. The ghostly figure entered the attack range of ninjutsu in a blink of an eye.

The best escape technique is in the ears of Aibuzhan, but Zaibuzhan, who is about to rush into the enemy formation, no longer allows him to dodge and reduce his impact speed. The black ghost shadow instantly wraps around the body of Aibuzhan, and the dark color declares the silence of the haze.

"Fire Escape? Fire Dragon Flame Bomb!!!"

"Water Escape? Water Dragon Bomb!!!"

"Wind Escape? Thousand Faces of Wind!!!"

"Thunder Escape? Thunder Chuhuo Huo!!!!!!"

"Tu Dun? Tuling Tuzi!!!"

The mixed ninjutsu collapsed in space, either offsetting each other or blending with each other, and rushed towards the shadows that had been blocked by the haze on the bridge deck.

"Boom!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!"

The solid bridge deck collapsed instantly, and the unstoppable ninjutsu rushed into the sea, stirring up fierce waves.

"Clang――" "Clang――" "Clang――" The sound of the samurai sword being unsheathed sounded behind the waves, and the figure swallowed by ghosts penetrated through the waves and the smoke caused by ninjutsu. The pale yellow pupils showed a ferocious and erotic color, and I don't know how much blood can be filled.

"Ding---" The heavy beheading sword brought out a black sword light. The sharp samurai sword broke under the blade. The white blade cut into the samurai armor and made a "chi---" sound. The complete body was fragmented in an instant. "Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

"Chi―――!!!" "Ding――" "Chi――!!"

The beheading sword was waving freely, breaking the thin samurai swords, the ninja sickle, and the spear, tearing the flesh apart, and continuing to rush to the other side of the bridge. The pale bone slag with its chaotic flesh was scattered, and the next moment was trampled into flesh mud by crowded footsteps...

The flying flesh and blood defiled the originally clean bridge deck. The body that was trampled to death was squeezed by the surging crowd on the bridge deck, as if a layer of human flesh was covered with a bloody red carpet for the bridge deck, noble and beautiful...

The blood completely buried his face, but the pale yellow eyes were still with ghostly hideousness that teared the body. The "turbid" power was restrained by him at some point, because there were countless ninjas behind the warriors, and even the large beheading sword could not completely block the dense weapons. The tough body, which was bitten by countless undead spirits, could not withstand the slashes that were condensing and fighting for life, puncture,,,,,,

The white bandage on the chest was already contaminated by blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was red or brown. The costumes of the Seven-Man Knife of the Mizuno Seven-Man Knife had been broken, sticking to the flesh quickly, and even slightly wriggling organs.

An intestine that was unknown was hung on the arm, and then he threw it away casually without slashing it. He continued to rush forward, slashed it down with a big decapitation knife, and heaved the head of the ronin in front of him into the chest cavity. The cracked head and the protruding eyes spread on the face with warm brain...

"Bump---" A wolf tooth mace was chiseled on Zaibuzhan's back, and a ronin who was chasing behind Zaibuzhan was killed. Zaibuzhan just paused under his feet, and continued to kill the ronin in front of him without stopping, rushing forward, and the shattered horny costume became even more broken...

"Huch---" "Huch----"

Is your breathing starting to heavier?

How many?

One hundred or two hundred, maybe three hundred?

The beheading sword slashed the bodies of several people in front of him with the pull of his arm. The body, which was only attached to a layer of skin, would not continue to survive, right?

Blood poured into the throat, not as fishy as imagined, but instead brought about a tempting fishy sweetness.

"Chi―――" "Chi―――" Several samurai swords barely pierced the skin raised by the muscles, bringing a light blood color, but the body exposed under the broken clothes was already scarred. The beheading sword became sharper and thicker as it drank a lot of blood. After the blood slid past, the blade was ferocious silver...

The beheading sword continued to harvest fresh bodies, and countless blades continued to slash on the scarred bodies. The difference between the desperate and the gangster was revealed. Without the bloody retreat in the original work, warriors from all over the world seemed to be bats sucking blood, covering their companions' bodies, and pounced on the target worth 10 billion...

The pale yellow pupils were twitching and tearing, and the dancing beheading sword cut off, cutting, and continuing to cut off...

What am I doing here? In such a meaningless place, a battle with names...

It would be easy if you leave...

The pure face as snow flashed through my vague mind. Is it for white? No, or for atonement, probably not...

Now there is no room to think about it, and the only thing left in my mind is how to slash and kill, that's all...

The blank in the eyes was buried by pure cruelty, the black sword light was absorbing the wailing in the blood, a trace of indigo chakra condensed behind the back, and the face with ragged fangs slowly condensed behind him, swallowing and sucking the body of the bridge deck.

"Chi――――" The bearded eschar head was fallen under the bridge, and a faint sea breeze came into the nose, slightly washing away the fishy sweetness that buried the smell.

"Huch--Huch--Huch-----" The cruelty in the pale yellow pupils slightly restrained, and twisted the waist down, swung the beheading sword out, slapping a slightly dull head.

Ignoring the hundreds of unharmed ninja groups in front of him, he looked behind him slightly. The accumulated bodies and the bodies that fell into the sea dyed the sea red. Dozens of surviving ronin looked particularly small in the pile of flesh and blood with weapons.

After slashing his head, he spilled warm blood on his hair, and tearing the damaged clothes on his chest apart. There was no trace of scar on his agile front chest, which was clearly distinguished from his scarred back.

"Crack, Crack..." The grimace in the pile of corpses raised its face, and a broken corpse slid from the indigo fangs with its last tremor, and fell on the ground with a "puff" sound, which was particularly clear on the depressing bridge deck.

Even if the desperate is desperate, he will feel fear. It turns out that hundreds of people cannot kill him, let alone dozens of people whom he brought with him now?

A ronin couldn't help avoiding Zaibuzhan's figure and ran along the bridge toward the ninja... The escape of a man aroused more people's fear. They didn't say they had become famous for a long time, but they had some names in their own place. However, the flesh and blood behind them that were hard to distinguish and the hideous ghost face in front of them made them really scared...

The remaining thirty or so ronin warriors dragged their weapons in panic and avoided the figure standing in the center of the bridge and ran towards the opposite side...

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

If you don't kill the beheading sword, you will be in front of you, leaning on the slightly sticky hilt, and laughing wildly. The arrogant grin accompanied by the blood dripping from your body on the bridge deck, tearing away the courage of the opposite snails...

Even if you want to kill all the warriors, half of them will be killed or injured? And he has only one person... No, it's the ghost of the Mizunin...

The sea breeze blows, arrogant, and hoarse floating away, just like blood spreading in the sea, sliding down from the narrow bridge deck, scattered in this vast blue...
Chapter completed!