Some familiar and sweet breaths that were forgotten were filled with strange and familiar auras. The deep in the soul was intoxicated in my mind, as if Taki Ninja was just the illusion in her eyes, and the dripping blood was lost among the chains, and a messy lotus was dotted on the ground.

Log Fuzhu frowned slightly and waved at the family ninja who was climbing over the wall, "Kill him..."

Yuanmu's endurance and pulled out their respective blades and rushed towards the middle of the yard.

Indifferent to the figure that seemed to be slow in his eyes, a sarcastic and satisfied smile appeared under the bandage, and his five fingers slowly hooked the fine metal chains, and a ray of radiance appeared in his pale yellow pupils.

"Chi——" The chain was pulled out of the still-cooled corpse in an instant, and stepped into the loose black windbreaker that could not be cut off in one breath. The dark black figure rushed towards the log fuzhu under his feet.

Takien, who was wearing his forehead slantedly, used his strong chakra to burst out from behind Zabubuzhan, and the kunai in his hand was stinging his heart.

"Chi———" A snow-white blade poked out from behind the black windbreaker, and red blood gushed out with the gradually falling figure. The ghost figure rushed towards the log Fuzhu without any pause.

More than a dozen Takien formed a ninja formation in front of the log Fuzhu, and the Takien after several formations had already begun to form seals.

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Takienin's samurai sword broke out in a mess at the moment of collision, just a flaw revealed by discomfort. The blade that followed was penetrated through the gap of the samurai sword and penetrated into Takien's slaughter. Several ninja techniques bombarded the formation, and the rising fireworks and smoke buried the figure that could not be cut.

"Chi———" A chain blade that had not yet been dealt with was pulled out, and a figure that could not be cut into the ninja group.

The black windbreaker burned the fireworks that had not dissipated. Instead, he pulled the chain wrapped around his arms. Instead, he held the slender ninja knife that had just been pulled out and stabbed it diagonally into the body of Takinin who was crowded with him. The formation destroyed by the impact seemed a bit cumbersome, and the Takinin who were squeezed together could not be used.

A Takinin took advantage of the gap in the tribe's body and pulled out his kunwai direction and stabbed him. The sharp kunwai easily pierced into the black windbreaker. The sound of metal chains passing by the kunwai blade was strangely clear in the trouble. A smile appeared on the corner of Takinin's mouth, but the touch from the kunwai made the smile condense.

The sharp kunai seemed to be stuck in the powerful rubber like a blunt knife, and it was impossible to penetrate a little deeper...

No longer cut off his left hand, he locked Taki Nin's arm on his side, and his right hand pulled out the ninja's ninja deeply inserted into the log family, cutting half of his chest open, and the cut ribs fell and buried in plasma.

The ninja knife, which had not yet shedded her body's warmth, was inserted into the body of her arm again, and the sound of her squeezing in the bones made the wrist's strength increase again, and the sharp blade cut through the bone marrow along the spine.

If Taki Ninjae didn't cut off her feet and kicked her chest out for the fallen, her inhuman force made the chaotic Ninjae group even more chaotic. The corpse and the barbing Ninjae scythe made Taki Ninjae squeezed together in pain.

Whether it was the kunai, the short sword or the thick-backed samurai sword, the black windbreaker surrounded by fireworks could only make the fireworks even more ragged. More and more ninjas climbed over the wall and joined the chaotic battle group. The crowded ninjas could not perform at all. The use of ninjas was suppressed to the lowest point. The battle group of only more than twenty people was approaching fifty in a blink of an eye.

The direction of staring at the eyes was not changed at all, but the warmth that gradually wet the body made the corner of the mouth twist and satisfied, and the steps in the muddy blood seemed to move in the ninja group half a metre and half a metre without any obstacles.

He pulled one of the arm in front of him, broke it with brute force without any pity, entered the twisted and revealed space, and drilled a elbow hard on Taki Nin's chest.

Takien, who was unaware of life and death, hit Takien behind him. When Takien, who was not injured, pushed away the body, the white sword light tore open.

One blade after another was worn out from the black robe, and he wanted to leave the sharp weapons he had collected in Takinin's bodies.

The ninja fight, except for the perverted nature of the second generation, Melee Thunder, even if the strong fight each other, they will not fight for seven days and seven nights like martial arts novels. It is probably like the legend of Konoha's golden flash. When I saw a golden light, the battle was over...

If the battle of the fourth generation is the elegance of light, and the one that does not kill is the cruelty and directness of blood. In half of the incense, the gathering of log family ninjas has already fallen into the ground, and the silver chains are a little dirty by blood. Each famous weapon worth a thousand gold is scattered among the corpses that seem a little crowded in the courtyard.

"Chi——" Kyuubi, who had penetrated Takiri's throat, stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the seven or eight Takiri who were blocking the log Fuzhu. His face was covered with blood but calm and calm, and made people feel inexplicably afraid.

The beginning of calmness of the log Fuzhu had a faint fear in his eyes. He became the patriarch and enjoyed this luxury and power. He was no longer the hundred-eyed dragon that could bring his clan members to fight against several times the enemy in a desperate battle. Peace brings peace and comfort, corroding the hero's body like poison...

"Hmph..." A sarcastic smile came from the bandage dyed dark red. Without slashing his eyes, more than ten Taki Ninjas who were covering their wounds but staring at them, their figure slightly shrinks and ejects towards the last barrier. The log Fuzhu shouted at the family ninjas: "Go, he has no more horny equipment!!!"

Several family ninjas standing in front of the log Fuzhu were stunned and rushed up.

"Chi————!!!!!"

In the group battle, the decapitation sword that disappeared without knowing the appropriateness of disappearing was pulled out from the shadow. If you don’t cut off your left hand and hold the handle of the knife, pull the right hand slashing Taki Nin in front of you, cutting the last whine from hip to head, making it impossible for the last whine to be heard. Taki Nin's white ninjutsu just tore open a few cracks on the blood-stained windbreaker.

After the slashing, the figure rushed towards the log Fuzhu without a trace. The log Fuzhu did not hesitate to lead him, hoping to continue to avoid the fatal blow with the technique of Taki clone that he had once famous for. He cut off the head with the beheading sword. The figure of the log Fuzhu turned into two people in the slashing attack again.

"Sher——" The purple demonic light flashed away, and he didn't stop his steps. He pulled the node of the chain in the windbreaker and flew up with a string of blood-stained blades. He stepped on the roof and made a string of "ding-ding-dang" sounds, rushing out of the log mansion.

"Crash..." The two Taki clones of the log Fuzhu scattered, and the log Fuzhu squatted in the shadow revealed his figure, but the figure stopped motionlessly. The frozen soul spread as the demon blade "Pufferfish Cut" slightly cut through the skin. It had ended the soul that was destined to be swallowed without time.

He rushed into a small alley without any trace, and then inserted a large decapitation knife into the shadow, changing to the blades that were restrained one by one, and the stained blood and minced meat were sealed into the scroll before they could be cleaned.

Aibuzhan pulled off the blood-stained windbreaker and threw it away in the dark corner, and took out the windbreaker, hat and bandage from the scroll again.

The loose windbreaker blocked the rich bloody weather, the wide hat blocked the pale yellow eyes with a twisted smile, the new bandage replaced the bloody red, the whiteness and the unstoppable smile made people feel a strange staggering.

If you don’t cut it, you can finally suppress the joy that you haven’t had for a long time. You lowered your hat and walked out of the dark alley with dark fire. The wind penetrated into the alley, and the sound of the whimpering sound was like a burning windbreaker crying softly......

No longer killing, mixed in the troubled crowd, silently avoiding the breath of peeping, and feeling that the streets had begun to move, the joy that had just been suppressed could not help but appear. The Hundred Eyes Dragon, the ninja who once had the title of ninja war, was so decayed. Haha, no wonder this way. Even the White-Tooth Son of Konoha Village who became the Upper Ninja in the Ninja war at the age of 12, was depressed. If you wanted to kill him directly at the beginning, it would be easier than killing the Hundred Eyes Dragon?

Ambition, haha, the ** with potential will make one, and will also destroy a hero. Hashiki Kakashi who has a kaleidoscope early...

No Zan silently avoided the Taki Ninja who was searching for it. The casual aura revealed the gap between the small ninja village and the big ninja village. The guys from Konoha Anbu can at least make him squint his eyes. No Zan silently moved towards the direction of the waterfall in his memory, and his random steps were like an old man walking in his home...

The most dangerous task is to assassinate famous ninjas in other people's villages, because this is an insult to the ninja village. If you fail to succeed, you will lose your life. Even if you escape after success, it will be difficult. Playing hide-and-seek in the most familiar place of the enemy is a gentle game.

The subsequent wanted and hunting were also fatal to the escape and rebel ninjas, who were slightly weaker in strength. After killing, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and gently stroked the smooth forehead guard under the hat. The forehead guard that had been carved with scratches was discarded at some point. Perhaps in my heart, the desire to control a ninja village has never disappeared...

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Chapter completed!