"Papapapapa..." The crisp applause was remembered by the lake, and there was a strange clarity. The slender figure slowly stepped onto the lake, but the twisted ghost told the reality that the reality was not so gentle. A slightly hoarse voice came through the bandage and could not be distinguished, just like a figure standing on the lake was just false.

He glanced at Neji and the girl who held Neji's neck and said to Kisame opposite the lake: "Long time no see, Kisame..."

Kisame curled his lips and turned the sama's back back, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "You look like you, it's troublesome to stand up. I hope you can see me?! The hairless ghost..."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the bandage, and slowly reached out to stroke his broken hair, saying, "This body is much more twisted than I thought. Perhaps, even if it is the shark's muscle, it will not leave any trace on it, right?"

Kisame heard Zaibuzhen's self-proclaiming, raised his eyebrows and said disbelief: "Do you want me to try to peel you a few times?"

Zabuzhan rubbed the bandage on his nose boredly, paused under his feet, appeared behind Kisame, and reached out to hold the sams' muscles.

Kisame didn't move, a wisp of smile cracked on the corner of her mouth, revealing her sharp teeth...

There was no abnormal movement behind him. Kisame couldn't help but turn around, and Zabuzhan held the handle of the sams's knife with a plain expression. The bandage that wrapped the sams' muscle had not been in and out of time, and the tooth-like scales that had been cut and broken, but the handle was not pinched in Zabuzhan's hand at all.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The sarcastic muscle made a harsh twitch, which changed Kisame's face slightly. He grabbed the sarcastic muscle from Zabuzhan's hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you don't cut, even if you look like this, don't bully the sarcastic muscle..."

Zabuzhan didn't say anything, and stretched out his left hand holding the sams muscle towards Kisame. Apart from a few light red marks, the sams muscle left nothing.

Kisame couldn't help but squint his dead fish eyes and opened his mouth to ask something. Zabushou stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of him, and said lightly: "Don't forget that my title is a ghost..."

Kisame hummed, and expressed disdain for Zaibuzhan's obviously arrogant but pretending to be calm.

After slashing his neck that had not moved for a long time, he made a "click" and "click" sound. He turned around and looked at Neji and whispered to Kisame: "Shark head, does it feel like this world is no longer ours?"

Kisame frowned, exhaled a breath, and said, "That child's qualifications are really enviable..."

Zabuzen didn't say anything, his figure disappeared from Kisame's body and reappeared on the lake. His plain words rang in Neji's ears: "Good job, Neji..."

Tiantian popped his head out of Neji's arms, trying to take off Neji's hands, but was tightly held back by Neji, who was slightly tense. Neji shouted softly: "I won't kill my master again..."

Zabuzhen looked at Ningji who was a little interested, glanced at Tiantian beside Ningji, and said lightly: "Neji who doesn't care about anything, ** is always **. Even a young eagle will not have a high flying time. The eagle that came out of the cage has forgotten how to catch prey. The initial definition of ninja was a perfect tool, tool, haha..."

Neji looked at Zaibuzhen in a slight slightest, for some reason why he did not mention Tiantian around him, but said some meaningless words. When Zaibuzhen turned around and left, he understood slightly that ninjas like Tiantian were at most ninjas. If he could not even decide a person's fate, he would probably be bound by that framework, right?

Zabuzhang returned to the lake and asked lightly: "What else do you have to do? Shark head? I will not waste money for a dead person when I eat and drink..."

Kisame curled his lips and said, "Although this body is only 30% of the strength of the body, in terms of strength, although it is quite different from the body, it is not bad. Should I try it?"

Without slashing the corners of his mouth, Kisame was still a little dissatisfied with her suppressing the samatsu muscles. She also wanted to "bully" herself with that kind of strange power as before. It seemed that since there was something wrong with her body, the two of them had never compared them...

Zai Buzhen said provocatively: "I haven't let a shark treat you for a long time. Can't wait?"

Kisame smiled slightly, showed his sharp teeth, and said arrogantly: "Every time I look for you, I have eaten enough food in Snow Country. Let me teach my younger brother a lesson in Fire Country!!"

If he didn't cut off the bandage on his face, his arrogant smile made the whole face look strangely charming. He pulled out the beheading sword behind him and slashed at Kisame. Kisame didn't hesitate to chisel the sams muscles like his head that would never be cut.

"Clang———" Scalp teeth and the decapitation sword rubbed a wisp of fire. The two ninjas famous for the fog ninjas collided without hesitation on the lake surface, without any mercy or remnant every time they waved.

The tooth marks of the shark muscle were slightly red on Zabuzhan's body. The costumes representing the seven people were torn and ragged. A blood mark would bloom on Zabuzhan's cheeks, but the smile under the light yellow ghost eyes did not change at all.

The blade of the beheaded sword cut through Kisame's body many times, and the blood was soaked in the ninja costume. Kisame shouted loudly and slashed at Zabubu. The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to solidify on his lips and never melted.

The two of them were dancing between the blood. Only Kisame's strange power could be comparable to the body that Zaibushou. This is different from Tsunade's explosive power. Every time the blade hits, it is a collision of all strength, abandoning the initial skills, just to enjoy the fight, not your own body. The puppet's overdrawn life slash accompanied by the stinging pain from chakra, let Kisame enjoy the fun of fighting that belongs only to the two...

Neji held the two people who were stunned by himself and watched the battle between them. Every move and every move, every slash was simply unspeakable. If he put himself in it, he would probably have no other way except to avoid and resist, right?

Only idiots will do it with their body to fight against famous swords. It is easy to avoid this kind of attack. If you want to get rid of the way that you continue to slash, even if you want to do it, under the perverted bodies of these two people, you will suffer any loss...

Looking at the smiles on Zaibuzen and Kisame's lips, Neji was a little unaware of it. Although Zaibuzen and Kisame were friends, if they were to compete, they gave up their own expertise and only rely on the fight. Although Kisame is just a puppet, the moment of having a life-threatening relationship, for some reason, there was a breath of "Dance Two" in the Warrior Age.

"Swish——" The beheading sword slashed across Kisame's lower abdomen again. The blade that had not yet faded from its blood color slid out with warmth. Kisame did not care about the organs flowing out of the abdominal cavity. The sams' muscles tore off the clothes under the ribs before slashing the side ribs. The friction between the sharp teeth and the skin brought a bright red color.

Kisame wanted to continue to work hard, but his body shook, and he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, and was still excited and slashed off one of Kisame's arm.

Kisame smiled sarcastically: "Haha, no hairy ghost, it seems that I can only play here this time..."

Without cutting off the blood splashed on his cheeks, he pulled out a roll of bandage from the ninja bag, slowly covered his face, and slowly spit out a slightly hoarse word: "Don't forget, I owe me a drink, shark head..."

Kisame smiled sarcastically, and his figure fell away, and a strange face brought up the blue shark face.

Without slashing the two frog skins floating on the lake, he looked at Neji by the lake and said, "Neji, although the soft fist is very lethal, for an opponent with a strong body, just use a ninja tool to pierce the head..."

"Swoosh——"

"Puchi——"

The dark kuna was running through the head of Kisame Sainhin with a trace of pity. Neji lowered his head and responded calmly: "Hi, I won't kill you again..."

Aibuzhan nodded, turned around and walked into the distance. Since Kisame has appeared, the final theater of Scorpion is about to begin. I really don’t want to miss it...

Watching the swaying ghost slowly disappear into the wind and sand, Neji was slightly disappointed, reached out and gently stroked Tiantian's smooth cheeks, and silently exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Hu..."

Gently placed it after a weathered rock, Ningji's figure turned into a wisp of white and disappeared by the artificial lake...

Walking alone on the wasteland blowing by the wind and sand, the pleasure that belongs only to the blood mist gradually fades with time. The former self, Kisame, has used to exhaust chakra many times, struggling on the line of life and death, ghosts, strange powers, and fighting with their lives. That pleasure is almost forgotten by time. There is no opponent with equal strength. In the moment when you don’t experience life and death, the dry and boring blood will drive people crazy......

Kisame, who was staying with Itachi Uchiha, opened her eyes, smiled slightly on the corner of her mouth, and said elegantly: "Mr. Itachi, my mission has been completed..."

Uchiha Itachi nodded expressionlessly and continued to control his puppet remotely to search for Konoha's reinforcements. Kisame smiled slightly and said slowly: "If you don't kill that guy, you will come to the Sanin. This mission may be very interesting..."

Uchiha Itachi frowned slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and the cold face returned to the calm calmness of the next moment. Seeing that he was not talking, Kisame came in silence first, and continued to maintain the entire Phantom Dragon Nine Seals through the slide body technique...

Somewhere in the darkness of the country of wind, nine chakra dragons whimpering with the boy named Gaara, stripping the tailed beast and the boy's life...

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Chapter completed!