“…”

The subtle breathing in my ears was lingering, and the coolness on the banks of the Yellow Springs River was cold and my heartstrings were filled with my heart. I thought I was unexpectedly anxious at this moment. How long can I delay?

It is already a miracle to survive this Mercedes-Benz for about a day and a night, but I just hope that this miracle can last for a long time...

The rich blood blocked the nasal cavity, and the thoughts that overflowed the heart maintained perhaps clarity. The beheading sword tried hard to split the body in front of him, and the bamboo gun that penetrated the clothes brought a few wisps of numbness on the skin. Without the chakra skin care maintained by ghosts, the continuous samurai and militia were silently consuming this energy with their lives. The chakra had reached its limit.

The blood between the broken teeth was unclear whether it was the residual blood flowing out of the gums with excessive force or the fishy sweetness that slipped down the sickle. The undulating chest cavity was like a broken bellows. Whether it was the beheading knife or the dark teeth in the mouth, Huang Quanjin could not feel the sharpness of the famous weapon.

The beheading sword swept out and took away a few cheap lives. The handle of the knife was slippery because of the blood in his fingers. If he didn't cut it, he would throw away the warm and bloody red color on his hair. Looking at the ghost country who surrounded him again, his eyebrows were frowned deeply, and he was actually dragged by these messes. Some of them were powerless to breed in their hearts. They consumed too much to hurry up...

The ninja hidden in the dark was waiting for Zabuzhen to show his fatigue in order to give him a fatal blow. A Konoha ninja looked at Zabuzhen who was surrounded by a lane, and couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "Is Zabuzhen not as powerful as the rumor?"

A middle-aged Konoha ninja beside him whispered: "Shut up, do you think it's the same as solving dozens of ronin?! Unless it is a ninja who is proficient in space ninjutsu like the fourth generation of Naruto, it will be surrounded by a group of samurai, just like being surrounded by a group of ninjas!"

Less than an hour after Zanbuzhan rushed into the city, more than 300 people had fallen into the pool of blood and gradually became cold.

“Hu…Hu…”

The Broken Sword and the Ninja Scythe outlined the wind roar, and dozens of corpses were once again covered on the road to the center of the city. They suppressed their breathing, dragged the decapitation sword, swung the Ninja Scythe with their right hand, and forced forward step by step.

The slippery feet were a bit disgusting. When the wrist twisted, the Ninja Scythe pierced into the gap of the foot and pulled it open. "Ahhhh..." The scream gradually stopped as the internal organs flowed out. If the decapitation sword was pulled back, it would block several bamboo guns that poked at him. The hook of the decapitation sword blade was on the way back, and the trajectory of the decapitation sword was slashing the throat of a ninja who jumped out of his light foot and wanted to attack. The blood foam that was gushing out of the gutter that should have been exhaled.

The blood reflected into the eyes could not even blink in the light yellow ghost eyes. It was just that the blood reflected from reality dripped silently from the corners of the eyes, and the only light breathing left maintained awakening...

The reason that is shaped as ghosts and gods is only for the tyranny of killing, and the emotions that cannot hide their inner weakness, maintaining the clarity that is like a ghost but not a ghost again...

Kyuuba, Shuriken shot out from the gap of the light feet, either tore the broken black windbreaker, or bounced away by the knife, or accidentally shot into the light feet wearing simple feet, bringing up wisps of blood. The beheading sword and the Ninja Scythe bound ghosts seemed to be tirelessly waving. The blood-stained no matter how it was, it was like a meat grinder, splashing a handful of flesh and blood in the direction of the witch. The hundreds of meters of lanes, the bright red blooming of the corpse was like a bright carpet for weddings, silently extending forward...

From the beginning of seeing Zai Bujian who was stabbed by a samurai to the continuous extension of the blood path, the five village ninjas who had broken several people were hiding in the dark. Konoha Ninja, who had broken an arm, covered his broken arm bandaged by his teammates, his face pale, and tears slid from the corners of his eyes. In order to save himself, the captain blocked a vertical slash that he would never kill. The broken ninja sword flew out and took away his right arm that was running away, but the pain in his arm could not be exchanged for the old man who took good care of himself...

“Hosh…hush…”

The master of assassination and holding back his breath, gasping for such a look. The corners of his sarcastic mouth floated on the corners of his mouth covered with blood. The embrace in the depths of his soul gave him a trace of warmth that he could give. In reality, blood-stained hands held the beheading sword and dark teeth in his hands tightly. I was always stupid. There is no need to drag myself to a dilemma that was fundamentally unrelated to the story and breaking through the limit. Maybe this is what you are, if you don’t kill you again...

Zabuzhan outlined the extremely ferocious grinning in the eyes of others. How many people knew that at this moment, that smile was just a mocking person for Zabuzhan...

The gathered light feet and warriors lined up in a square array outside the alley, with their feet, blade spears, dense bows and arrows until the slightly dark alley. After so many years, will the tragedy of monsters be staged again? Looking at the river of blood slowly spreading out of the alley, young or old warriors, a ray of desolation cannot help but grow in their hearts. "Pu...gurugu......"

A head full of blood flew out of the alley, crushed a few times in the pool of blood, and stopped. Half of his face was exposed to bloody face, which was strangely pale in Yin Hong. A figure covered with blood swayed out of the alley, and the little flag warrior standing in front of the formation drew out the samurai sword and shouted: "Shoot!!!!"

"Swoosh—swoosh—swoosh—" Thousands of arrow feathers covered the sky in the next moment, inserting the shaking black shadow and the area where he is.

"Puu..." If you don't cut off the samurai who was shot by a hedgehog on the snitus, even if he was shot by a group of arrows, he would not die, but only a fool who pretended to be 13 would do it. He paused hissing under his feet, and the "hissing" wind cried into the crowd in the next second. The lilac standard foot was stained by blood. The snitus sickle and the blade hit the knees that were chiseled into the chest, roaring, screaming, and wailing, piercing the bones that were flesh and blood. The pure killing ignited the candle of life, a tear candle dripping, and the solidified blood dripping cooled a wisp of dissipating souls. The witch's bedroom of the Kingdom of Ghosts...

The new servant Mitsui advised: "Sir, that guy is almost approaching the bedroom. Please move quickly..."

The curtain tent was gently rolled up, and the beautiful face under the snow-colored hair pursed the corners of his lips. Isn’t it what he should do to protect his villagers?

A golden figure appeared in my memory in my mind. Zi Yuan gently felt his magic, slowly stood up, and said softly: "Stop..."

"Hi...uh..." Mitsui stared at the witch... The silver-haired witch said softly: "Stop... You can't stop him from invading here at all. That guy is the same monster as the genie. Ninjas and samurai cannot stop him. Isn't stopping him the task? "

"But, but..." Mitsui wanted to say something, but Shi Yuan had already slowly got up and walked out of the bedroom.

Kill again and howled and rushed towards his several ghost country light feet. Those farmers who seemed to be desperate did not pounce on him again. He slowly stood up straight. The pale chains extended from the dark teeth in his hand and locked into the ghost's body. It was not his own blood that washed the silver white metal on the chain...

The remaining warrior slowly spread to both sides, his blood-filled pupils staring at Zabuzhan on the opposite side, and the figure of the silver-haired witch slowly appeared on the edge of his sight...

The self-deprecating smile slowly faded from the corner of his mouth again. A faint smile that had not been cut off for many years was portrayed on his lips, and a slightly hoarse voice slowly rang: "Are you the witch of the Kingdom of Ghosts?"

The greetings are both gentle and unrestrained, and among the pile of corpses that are dying and dying, it is like the words of greetings from the boy next door in the afternoon, with a strange twist...

Zi Yuan barely moved her eyes away from the pile of corpses and looked at the man with minced meat in front of her. Her nobleness as a witch made her unable to spit it out. She said cold words gently: "I don't care who you are, what is your purpose in this country?!"

The closer you get to hope, the less anxious you are. But Buzhang slowly opened his body, revealing the ghost hanging behind him. The silver chains sucked all the blood drops of the Ninja Scythe and said in a low voice: "I heard that witches are good at sealing techniques. I don't know if you can seal the chains of the dark teeth Huangquanjin. I will compensate for all the losses caused by this intrusion..."

Zi Yuan bit her lower lip slightly, nodded slightly, lowered her head, and the pink and purple chakra slowly gathered between her hands. The golden color that I hadn't seen for a long time was clear in my memory. No one and I want to lose...

In the underworld, I don’t cut my arms gently with the girl in my arms, humming a lullaby tune that I don’t know, silently staring at the closed eyes, and will soon get better, Tanzi...

"Drink!" A light shout rang in his ears, and the purple barrier instantly enveloped his body, and trembling words spit out from the corner of the snow-white witch's mouth: "Compensation... What can evil ghosts like you use to compensate everyone who loses brothers and sisters, fathers and sons?!!!"

A world full of blood, pure witch tears fall slightly, Aster's flower language has always cared about...

The huge seal array made Zaibuzhan stand there. How dare she deceive herself? How could she be so unsuspecting again...
Chapter completed!