Konoha Thief

Chapter 887 The End of the Weird

Chapter 887 The End of the Weird

In the mountain forest, just after a brief treatment of the wound, Shan Zhongfeng heard a few sounds of breaking through the air. He shrunk back cautiously, skillfully silenced his breathing and heartbeat, and sent out invisible signals in a special way through the seal of his hands.

"Hoo!~"

When the signal was answered, he took a deep breath, got up and walked out from behind the tree.

And as soon as he showed up, the root ninja who came to meet him quickly came forward and knelt down on one knee.

Shan Zhongfeng couldn't help showing a look of excitement on the faces of these elite, mediocre and even old-looking people. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Report the situation of the target."

After hearing the words, several root ninjas responded one by one, and the content of the response, fortunately, there was no one else here, otherwise, if it fell into the ears of people belonging to any party, it would definitely cause an uproar, because it turned out to be aimed at the whole world. Conspiracies of all the daimyos, princes, princesses and even nobles in the ninja world!

Listening to the report of the root ninja, Yamanakakaze's admiration for that lord grew stronger in his heart, and the friendship of his colleagues in the past could not change this feeling. Now his only wish is to follow behind that lord and witness the structure of the ninja world with his own eyes The future after reshaping.

And if you want to break the old pattern, without paying the price and making sacrifices, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.

The reality is cruel and bloody after all. Fairy tales are always only in books and cannot be reflected in reality.

The mission assigned to Yamanakakaze is to take advantage of the chaos that is the most important thing outside of the battlefield during this transformation, to take advantage of the infiltration of the countries in the past, to control the elite in one fell swoop, and then control the situation of the countries, laying the foundation for the unification of the ninja world in the future.

This is a matter of speed and speed, and it is not difficult to use ninja methods, but if you want to overthrow the entire ninja world in one fell swoop, the preparation and energy you need to do is unimaginable, and you need a suitable opportunity.

And now is this once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity.

Therefore, after hearing the root ninja report that everything was in order, Kaze Yamanaka ordered without hesitation: "The action begins!"

"Yes!!"

The root ninja, who has always been calm and cold, and who regards death as home, immediately nodded in response when he heard the words, and he couldn't help a ripple in his voice.

The mountain forest quietly returned to silence, only the faint singing of birds and the rustling sound of swaying and swaying tree shadows remained. All the plots just now, like hallucinations, suddenly ceased to exist.

However, this is the real beginning of the changes in the ninja world, just another one away from the battlefield.

……

The twilight completely disappeared at the end of the sky, and the orange-yellow light on the water that lost Chakra's control faded away, and it flowed wantonly towards low places or potholes, gradually soaking the ground around the collapsed cave.

In the mixed mud of water and soil, the oil girl staggered back, and then hit a chest that was as solid as a wall. After holding her breath for a few seconds, she gasped for breath.

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost remained motionless, like the most loyal guard, but even he, who was among the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, was unable to react to the situation just now, and there was no need to react at this time, just let the oil girl take the root Leaning against it like a wall is enough.

"Fortunately, fortunately."

He murmured, panting, and blinked his eyes quickly under the sunglasses, in order to release the panic that hit the moment and passed away.

I saw that less than ten steps in front of him, two figures almost overlapped.

Yes, it's not an illusion caused by the one in front blocking the back, because the two figures are very big and tall, and when they perform different movements, the one in the front can't stop the one in the back, not to mention the one in the back. The previous "said" spoke from the bottom of my heart.

The strongest spear, Hell Thrust, finally arrived when the dried persimmon ghost was fishing in troubled waters, and pierced the blue-skinned murloc's chest with one blow.

The blue electric light slowly converged on the lens of the oil girl, and finally dissipated completely, leaving only mottled scorched black marks on the blue chest of the dried persimmon ghost...

puff! ~

There is also an extremely terrifying penetrating wound.

The dried persimmon ghost shark fell to the ground with a plop, and fell into the mud. The dark skin quickly faded, and the thick and powerful tail gradually deformed.

Kisame Kisame tried his best to turn his head, looked at the more exaggerated and powerful sword, and murmured: "Sure enough, I still want shark muscles."

After saying this, the color in his pupils faded quickly, just like the icy hole when he swung the butcher knife at his companions, but it seemed to be a little different, but the specific differences, this has been followed by the fog hidden in the dry persimmon ghost shark. The passing of the "weird man" has become an unimportant and meaningless matter.

Obviously, this is the case for Younv Qugen.

He was concerned with other things.

In front of the ruins of the cave, the oily woman caught the bug driven by the secret technique with her outstretched hand. After a short wordless exchange, he frowned.

"Sure enough, it disappeared. Where did it go? The battlefield?"

He murmured in his mouth, turned around and stood still and looked into the distance, under the gradually dimming gray sky, it seemed that there were only two people left, one tall and one short, and they were still in a short period of tranquility.

……

Even for ninjas, distance is still an insurmountable obstacle, and the shock caused by the collision of Samsaragan and Tenseigan is earth-shattering and unprecedented, but the people on the main battlefield are still immersed in the flames of war, unable to extricate themselves.

But there are always people who are different.

The complete body of Susano is as terrifying as a martial god, and he does not lose the wind when facing the thousand-armed attack of the Buddha on the top. I don't know how many Mu Dun's arms were chopped off.

The rhythm of Senshouzhujian was not chaotic, and he controlled the Mutun Buddha to press forward step by step, and blasted back with thousands of punches with the momentum not inferior to Uchiha Madara, bursting the unstoppable sword energy, and hitting the blue giant like raindrops, Amidst a series of air roars, a large number of fragments burst, turning into light spots in the splash and dissipating in the air.

"Haha! As expected of the man standing by my side, Hashirama!!"

Uchiha Madara, who is in the jewel on Susano's forehead, has a cheerful and heroic face, laughing while swinging a knife and throwing hook jade.

After so many years, he was once again able to let go of his hands and feet and fight against his old friends. He couldn't help but recall the time when he was carefree and frolicking by the river...

Uchiha Madara was reminiscing about his youth when Senju Hashirama's voice suddenly came from above the Buddha's head: "Stop talking nonsense, Madara! Give me one, two, three, four... so many punches!"

As soon as the words fell, the palm wheels behind the Buddha quickly clenched their fingers into fists, and blasted out like heavy artillery, covering the sky for a while, and burying the body of Susano's towering warrior god into the huge fist shadows.

(End of this chapter)