"Swoosh--" "Swoosh--" "Swoosh--" "Swoosh--"

The sound of the dark Shuriken tearing the air on the silence of the bridge deck that was about to stop. Hundreds of Shurikens were inserted into the running body in an instant. The thick armor could not completely block the powerful black sword blade, and blood dripped with the "chi" sound.

Except for one who barely stood, the dozens of wandering warriors were nailed to death on the bridge deck with their own blood, accompanying them with only broken blades and armor full of Shuriken...

The remaining samurai looked at the samurai sword that separated dozens of Shurikens. The sabered knife that had been with him for a long time was clothed on the jagged gap. He smiled miserably and died of money...

The samurai sword stabbed into the metal samurai armor, and the perfect cross was blooming in the chest and abdomen. The samurai ignored the internal organs he had left, and used force with his arms. Perhaps the samurai sword was no longer sharp, and the standing figure slowly fell down, and blood slid down...

If you don't cut off your left hand and cover your cheeks, you will be hummed and laughed out loud from the corner of your mouth, blown away by the sea breeze. Your right hand, who was leaning on the beheading sword, pulled off the blood-soaked bandage on your neck, stretched it on your arms, and then connected to the handle of the beheading sword that was sticky due to the blood covering.

A faint smile appeared on the grimace behind him, and his indigo face was distorted...

The beheading sword slowly pulled up, and the light sound of the blade breaking away from the ground and even the wild sea breeze was not blurred. It seemed that the whistle was like a race whistle. The neat ninjas on the opposite side scattered, and the small ninjas, which were scattered in three or five, rushed towards the blood-stained figures...

If he didn't cut off the blood on his cheeks, he paused under his feet and rushed forward with the roar of wind caused by the waves.

"Fire Escape? The Art of the Rich Fire Dragon!!!!"

Fierce flames spewed out of the ninja group, and the indigo ghost face was grim, passing through the rocks, gravels, flames, hurricanes, and hissing thunder covered and hit the figure that was gradually buried in black.

The indigo's ghost face passed through it invisibly or in real life, but the turbid chakra still teared away the gloomy solidification from the ghost face.

The distance of more than ten meters was too short for the ninja. The next moment, the figure with his naked chest merged into the ninja group with blood and darkness.

The beheading sword brought out the wind of "Hu---" and then split the body of the first Langren with a grim smile. The weak kamikaze was flying to where the body of the head fell with the last howl.

He paused slightly, twisted his waist, waved his arms, and swung his beheading swords, which were slashing horizontally. Inertia and the weight of the beheading swords were shattered, half of the body of the ninja who was still rushing forward, as if the sharp blade had no time to slide...

The last ninja in the small ninja group was slightly stunned, and the last one became his last one. He grabbed the head with long hair with one hand, and then heaved it without stopping without stopping. He lifted his knees and chiseled it on the handsome face. He shattered and sticky figure that could not solidify the ghost at all. He stepped on his feet and rushed towards the nearest ninja as he stepped on the body that had not yet fallen.

The slender ninja knife stabbed, passed through the circle of the beheading sword, and twisted the beheading sword slightly. The ninja's arm was forced to be placed on the surface of the beheading sword. The blade he held could not help but let go. If he didn't cut off the empty hand, he caught the falling ninja knife, and casually penetrated into the chest of the figure who was attacking him. After twisting hard, he kicked the figure who still wanted to get close to him.

The ninja, whose arm was pinned by the beheading sword, was wrapped around the beheading sword and wanted to create a chance for his "companion". The beheading sword burst into tears, and the wind blade tore the entire body apart, and the complete body split in an instant.

The wind blade covered in blood continued to tear the flesh that could be found.

The blood mist suddenly rose up around the corner of the no-slash. The sword of the beheading was swept away by sweeping away the Langren in the direction of his back. The figure kept pounced forward without stopping. The illusory ghost face condensed in an instant, and the two bodies blocking Aibu Slash were biting towards the sky. The sound of wailing and chewing sounded in the ears, and the blood-colored sticky slipped from the uneven teeth...

The special ninjutsu bloomed in a small space, sparks burst out, and the lightning was brightly shattered in the unstoppable body, swallowed by the haze attached to the body, and countless tiny fingers and claws split from the dark skin, tearing the flesh and blood that they could reach.

The ghost face standing in the sky was biting the meat that wanted to eat. Countless tiny fingers and claws brutally tearing off pieces of warm flesh. In addition to the black sword light occasionally waving in the blood mist, it also tells what a human has. The remaining one is a monster, or just a demon that feeds on flesh and blood...

Blood, viscous blood, flooded the field of vision...

The paleness in the dark can only be swung, slashed, and constantly swung the body that surpassed the limits of human beings will be exhausted. The chakra in the dantian poured into the body, slightly making up for the uninterrupted loss.

No one knows when his eyes were covered with blood, and he could not wipe away the bright redness in his eyes. The "turbid" stretched out his body and teared up the ninjas close to him. His body was attacked by ninjutsu due to the ghost face and the "turbid" body. His black finger claws were burned and shattered by ninjutsu, and the indigo ghost face was bombarded by ninjutsu and the light green chakra was scattered. The ninjutsu group that was about to retreat made his killing gain very little.

Aibu Slash slowly restrained the overflowing ghost claws, and the darkly covered body gradually became clear, revealing its original body, but the ghost face did not have time to evacuate and was shot and cracked by dozens of fires.

Zabuzhan gritted his teeth slightly, and the pain that pierced the tip of his tongue made the tired numbness slightly scatter. Just as Zabuzhan restrained the "turbidity", more than a dozen ninjas rushed towards Zabuzhan's side and prepared to give a heavy blow.

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The black chakra layer split out countless triangular broken blades and extended out. At this time, the hedgehog carrying countless triangular thorns. The dozens of pierced bodies shattered with the stirring of the shadow blade, and the blood that drowns the breath is a little richer...

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

The strong breathing of his nose told the burden on his body, and then he cleared the gaps of the ninjas around him and adjusted his breathing.

He looked up slightly and looked at the nuns who surrounded him densely but not crowdedly. The fighting style of retreating almost did not cause any damage to him, but consumed a lot of chakra, especially the ghost faces that maintained more than a dozen people in the size of them.

I haven't used the chakra that was immersed in my dantian for a long time...

No Slashing his right hand wrapped the slightly broken bandage on his arm, and he took out a kunai from his waist, gently biting it between his teeth, lifting his toes, and holding a slide-off samurai sword in his left hand. With the moment when the ninja group was strangled by dozens of "companions" in an instant, No Slashing rushed into the ninja group again.

After opening a ninja knife, the samurai sword opened a ninja knife and threw it into the body of the slightly retreating rebel ninja with no pity. A gust of wind roared out of his palm. He cut off the arm holding the ninja knife, held the broken arm, and stabbed the Kyuwu, who had not yet relaxed, into the eyes of the Langren who had not yet retreated and collided with his companions.

He turned his head slightly, and the Kyuubi held his mouth away from a snitus sickle that was attacking. He swept out the beheading sword, cutting off the body that could not be twisted in the air.

The chakra ninja tools attached to it kept slapping the chakra inside the body. Even the turbidity that had accumulated endless killing was slightly dim. The beheading sword tirelessly waved, killing, and flying corpses, absorbing the delicious bright red...

With his wrist twisted, Kyuubi penetrated into the head of a Langren who had passed by him. He slashed under the ribs of Aibububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububububu

Feeling the warm and fishy sweetness in my mouth, a kind of depression that floats up to my heart, the body is just the body. Even if it exceeds the limits of human beings, whether it is Orochimaru's snake body or the body of his own ghost, there are limits to bear...

No matter what attribute it is, the chakra cannot break through the turbidity wrapped in resentment and darkness. The recovery ability only exists in myths, and the body of the evil ghost with the ability to resist the attack cannot withstand the resonance between the force and the chakra. Just like the armor defends against the attack of the hammer, the owner in the armor will still be harmed by the shock...

If you cannot give up your feelings, you cannot cut off the connection between your spirit and your body. Do you have to bear the harm? Haha, I am not a god after all...

The blood continued to sprinkle and spray until it solidified. The blood on the beheaded sword's face gradually became cold from the continuous warmth. The remaining corpse accompanied everything in his life to portray its end on this bridge of ending. Even the last wisp of soul was swallowed by the sea breeze and the greedy soul-devouring man.

"Chi―――" The black sword light brought by the beheading sword was stained with bloody red again. "Puff――" The stern boots stepped on the chest cavity that revealed their internal organs, slowly pressed down, and squeezed out the last weakness in the body with the sarcastic whine.

Zabushou slowly raised his head, bent down slightly tiredly, and resisted the beheading sword on his shoulders. His pale yellow eyes scanned the remaining ones. The black tangle slowly retreated, revealing a body that was not touched by the bloody trace. The initial scars remained on the skin, but the exposed bloodstain had long been swallowed by the unclean "turbidity".

The dozens of ninjas are too small compared to the initial formation, but those guys who are about to walk onto the bridge may be a little more troublesome...

The pale yellow eyes showed a hint of joke about life, and the corners of Leng Yi's mouth gently curled up a shallow curve, as if he saw the Pope's head displayed before God... The sea breeze blew, but he could not caress the turbid blood...
Chapter completed!