The faint wetness was covered with the sea breeze, and the uncomfortable dryness on the face of the solidified blood scab was removed. It was just that the fatigue of the body was not slightly removed because of the slight wetness...

The fatigue of the body made every muscle heat up, and the suppressed breathing ejaculated from between the teeth. The Kuwu in his mouth was no longer sharp, but the slightly blunt blade still cut through the corner of his lips.

If you don't arch your body, slowly loosen your teeth, and spit out the kuna, the red sticky and ding-like sound as the kuna slips down, the crisp sound is as if it is not a trace of sin...

The remaining Langren no longer had the "braveness" he had in the first place, but formed a formation in front of him, as if the man in front of him was surrounding him, not surrounding him. "Clarkra..."

The sound of mud shattering sounded on the bridge deck. A ninja carrying a samurai sword slowly walked out of the cracked rock crack, slowly pulled out the samurai sword and pointed it at Zabuzhen, with a calm expression: "The ghost of the fog ninja..."

"Chi――" Red covered his realization, and a row of alveolars appeared in his vision. Before he could continue thinking, he dizzy and pulled up the black curtain.

"Huch--Huch---"

Zabuzhan gasped and pulled up the decapitation sword that had been chopped into the bridge deck, and did not look at the body that had lost its upper half of its head and slowly fell off, even if it was a ninja who had once had the title in the ninja world.

No one laughed sarcastically, dragged the beheading sword and slightly supported his body to report a name. Perhaps, ninjas with names have this qualification, but for people like themselves, there is no need...

"Puff---" "Puff---" "Puff---" "Puff---"

The sound of the figure breaking through the sea sounded, and three wet figures surrounded the 120-degree angle toward the non-slashing who were still standing in the center of the bridge deck.

Zabuzhan Weiwei glanced at the ninja group who continued to be on guard but retreated slightly, and turned his attention to the three ninjas around him.

A slightly short thin man stood in front of him, wrapped in only his eyes. Perhaps this is the look of the ninja he had encountered in this world, dressed the most like that vague memory in his memory?

The short man took out two folding fans from his ninja bag and slowly opened them. The cold light occasionally revealed between the Shaanxi fan bones told that the fans were not as elegant as they looked.

There was no choice but to watch it any more. The yell of ninjutsu sounded behind the left arm: "Fireworks~~~!!!"

A strong ninja made a mistake in his feet, and his arms were wrapped with whirlpool-like flames, swinging horizontally towards his back heart that would never be cut.

If you don’t cut your right foot and take a step back slightly, you will sweep the sword with the momentum and sweep it towards the trajectory of the arm. No matter how the muscles are cemented, it is only a fool who can do to use his body to hit the blade, let alone the famous sword passed down from generation to generation in the Fog Ninja.

The muscular man stepped on his feet and took a step back. The beheading sword just slid past the whirlpool fireworks...

The constantly rotating vortex teared several gaps into the moment the decapitation knife brushed by, and a few strands of blood splashed out and were then swallowed by the burning flames.

The muscular man took a step back slightly, dispersed the flames on his arm, glanced at the scratches on his arm, and couldn't help but squint. The last fat ninja had already thrown out the wind magic shuriken he was carrying, and several huge shurikens slid toward him and slashed again.

If you don't slash and pull the beheading sword, the metal hilt will separate the two large shurikens that attack you. Just as the hilt and the shuriken collided, dozens of small shurikens ejected from the wind magic Shuriken. Through the squeezing of the mechanism, the force of the ejection was definitely no less than that of a crossbow arrow.

If you don’t cut it, you can only twist your body slightly to avoid most of the Ninja tools.

Three shurikens were shot into the body, and the shuriken that could penetrate the armor only penetrated less than half a centimeter of the body, and even the blood that should have flowed out along the blood trough had not flowed out.

Zabuzhan raised his foot and kicked him behind him. The dwarf raised his fan to block Zabuzhan's attack, but the force made the dwarf's body bones, which were less than 80 kilograms, fly out several meters.

The fat man pulled the Wind Demon Shurijian, and the two Shurijians that were about to land flew back to his hands, and then rushed towards Zabuzhan. Zabuzhan glanced around, slightly adjusted his posture, pulled the beheading sword horizontally, and prepared to kill one first.

The fat man suddenly jumped, and two wind magic shurikens penetrated straight towards Zaibuza's head. The decapitation sword was tilted upwards, supporting the shuriken that was pressing down.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, the muscular man flashed and a strong punch attacked the side ribs of the blazing flames. A charming purple light burst into the air, cutting off the air without causing a slight roar of wind. A wisp of shallow scratches appeared on the fat man's arm, and the beheaded sword slashed back, forcing the muscular man who had just entered. The fat man fell straight to the ground, and two wind magic Shurikens were deeply inserted into the ground, and even a branch of Shuriken inserted into the arm was like no one heard.

cold......

It's so cold, that purple...

Just as the purple short blade slashed through the skin, a cold that had never happened before swept across the body. I wanted to wave the shuriken in my hand and stab the man in front of me, but my arms seemed to be so cold that I lost consciousness.

I wanted to retreat, as if my legs were frozen...

Why did the picture you see in your eyes remain unchanged? I wanted to blink and confirm the reality in front of you, but my eyes could no longer turn, just like I was frozen, I wanted to...

If you don't kill the fat man who fell to the ground, even your mind cannot get rid of the toxins that have been frozen, and the puffer fish cuts...

The moment the purple blade blooms, it determines the ending of not leaving a living mouth.

With a trembling wrist, the beheading sword came out of his hand, and the muscular man who was roaring and curling backwards, the figure of Zabuzhan did not stop approaching the muscular man, and the thin ninja had just rushed back to the battlefield and hurriedly chased Zabuzhan...

The muscular man who flew back and pinched the tiger seal with his left hand and shouted: "Huo Wu Tattoo!!!"

The ninja outfit burned out in an instant, and the tattoo of the flame traces ignited as if it had become alive, cracking and shattering, slashing the decapitation sword that was slashing towards him.

The dwarf who caught up with him shouted: "Dance of Iron Flowers!!!"

The folding fan, which was not portrayed by grass and trees, broke, and countless blades were flying towards the back that could not be cut.

Zaibuzhan's back was facing the short man's face, and he stretched out his arm to pull the beheading sword that was beheading. A wisp of chakra was transmitted from his fingers to the beheading sword. His waist twisted, and the beheading sword attacked the dwarf behind him with the power of the flames.

Although the short man had a way to adjust his body in mid-air, he was very confident in his weapons. With his wrist shaking, he no longer controlled the countless flying blades. Twenty-four metal fan bones overlapped together, preparing to block the decapitation sword that was swirling.

"Zheng-" A brief statement bloomed and disappeared in an instant, and the red stickiness scattered in the air. The unbelievable face watched his thin lower body fall to the ground. Twenty-four metal fan bones flew in the air, and the decapitation sword continued its own trajectory until it was inserted into the iron bridge guardrail.

The muscular man twitched slightly. Although he was the strongest among the four of them, the hardness of the dwarf's iron fan had surpassed that of the famous sword.

The muscular man flashed back a few steps, stretched the distance, and the flame tattoo on his body slowly converged. He looked up at the Zabuzhang in front of him, and said word by word: "The ghost man from the Mizuno Ninja will not be cut, and the Magu Acropolis will ginseng!"

Zai Buzhan looked at the patterns that covered the body with interest. The moment the flame burned, Zai Buzhan felt the attribute energy different from chakra. Although it was not stronger than chakra, it was definitely not the usual fire chakra.

Zabuzhan slowly stood up straight, slowly pulled up the beheading sword, pointed directly at the muscular man Mamiya Aichi in front of him, and reported his name lightly: "Taodi? Zabuzhan again..."

The power different from ninjutsu is worthy of your own reputation.

Acropolis folded his hands together, constantly forming a messy mark. The hot feeling burned the air and absorbed the combustible gases in the air.

The first spark splashed, "Huh-----" The fireworks drowned the fiery red tattoos carved on the muscles and burned them freely.

The moment before the Acropolis was covered by sparks, he stared at it and then slashed flames surrounded the strong body.

Zabuzhan looked at the fire man nearly three meters tall in front of him, tightened the beheading sword in his hand, and a trace of wind pressed against the blade and cried with tears. "Hiss-----" the worm-like cry sounded at the blade of the beheading sword.

The space around the decapitation sword was twisted due to the trembling movement, and the uncertain wind pressure to tear apart the noise, and the overflowing wind blade left a shallow scratch on the concrete floor.

A faint cold stretched from the haze behind me, and strands of blood were attached to the skin of the Acropolis. Even the flames could not hinder the bone-accusing cold.

Acropolis tightened his fists that burned the flames. The cold and cold suppressed in the subconscious made me feel more and more uncomfortable. Is the gap really that big? Even the shadows of the five major villages, I believe I have the ability to compete with them. Why is this guy who has obviously experienced hard fight so unbearable? Damn it!!

The Acropolis gritted his teeth and knew that the chance of defeating him was that he could not be lower than that. It would be better to fight and he might be able to escape. Huh, damn 10 billion, and he still has to be killed...

Thinking of doing it, Acropolis angrily shouted: "Fire Escape? Big Vortex!!!!"

The torn throat made his originally rough voice slightly sharp. The dazzling flames faintly covered the entire bridge deck. The surging fireworks twisted, squeezed, and rotated, but the lines were monotonous and simple, like a ball of hemp made of several ragged cloth, but the sound of burning the air "swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-

Fireworks, brilliant...
Chapter completed!