Naruto: Opening Awakening Corpse Bones

Chapter 116 Killing the Lord
"That guy just now, very quickly."

Dried Persimmon Kisame looked at the place where Shura Dao disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.

Being able to aim at the vulnerable position of Xiguashan puffer ghost with one blow, and use his strength to suppress it, even he may not be able to take advantage of such strength.

"hateful!"

The watermelon mountain puffer ghost spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. This weird black stick weapon pierced his kidney, causing extensive bleeding in his body. The most important thing is that his current chakra is completely suppressed, and his body is frozen. The strength to draw a weapon is gone.

"Ghostfish, help me pull out the black stick!"

"Dried persimmon ghost shark!"

Seeing Anbu whose name was called by him looking at the distance in a daze, Xiguashan Puffer Ghost called again angrily.

"Yes."

Kisame Kisame nodded, but walked in another direction, where there were a few Kirigakure Anbe who hadn't had time to jump off the cliff to track down the enemy.

"Feel sorry."

The sharp blade cut through the throat, and Kisame Kisame's forceful blow was very coherent, killing several Anbu nearby, and an Anbu far away saw this scene, stunned for a few seconds, and then chose to escape.

"Water Escape · Water Shark Bullet Art."

Kisame didn't worry about the opponent running away at all, and neatly formed a ninjutsu mark in his hand, a huge shark floated up from the ground, and bit the opponent fiercely.

With a scream, the last Kirigakure Anbe present also died.

Dried Persimmon Kisame didn't know whether it was regret or joy, he let out a soft sigh, and then looked back at the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost who fell on the ground.

"You, what are you doing! You bastard!"

The watermelon mountain puffer ghost ignored the physical pain, and cursed at the dried persimmon ghost, and at the same time broke free from the black stick with all his strength, wanting to resume action.

It's a pity that there are a lot of black sticks, firmly anchoring his fat body to the ground.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost."

"Ghost shark, you."

Dried Persimmon Kisame didn't touch these weird black sticks, just seven or eight thin black sticks, and he had his long-dreaded boss frozen in place, which shows its horror.

Kisame pulled out his ninja sword and pointed it at the head of Suikayama Puffer Ghost, which was twisting desperately.

In a daze, he recalled the first time he attacked his companion. It was a very sunny day, but unfortunately, night fell too quickly.

"At any time, you must complete the task, but if the task fails, and the companions around you are a burden, you must kill them and destroy their brain tissue to prevent the leakage of information, ghost shark, do you remember? ?”

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost looked down at Kisame from above, and said majesticly.

"I remember."

Kisame knelt down expressionlessly.

"Your life is very hard."

When Kisame sent the sharp blade into her heart, the fiery beating gradually subsided, which made him feel false for the first time.

This world is false.

"I see."

Kisame looked at the scroll in his hand, which recorded the reason why the mission failed.

Their information was completely leaked!

"Who is it?"

"what!!"

The ninja from the neighboring country, who couldn't stand the torture, told the truth, "Yes, it's your boss, Xiguashan Puffer Ghost."

The sharp blade sliced ​​across the ninja's throat without hesitation, Kisame remained expressionless.

The moonlight that night was very peaceful, shining on the sharks silently licking their wounds on the shore.

"do not want!"

A Kirigakure ninja looked at Kisame with pleading eyes. Although he was injured, he was still able to sustain his injuries and escape.

laugh!
Blood splashes.

Kisame shattered his companion's head with one blow, and there was no movement in his eyes.

He is hopeless.

"The world itself is false, and death is nothing but a dream."

Countless thoughts flashed through Guixie's mind. As an orphan, he had encountered friendship and love before, but these things slipped away from him before he had time to experience them.

"this world!"

"It's false!"

laugh!
Blood spattered out, and the face of the Watermelon Mountain puffer ghost was terrified and ferocious before it died.

"It's all over."

Dried Persimmon Kisame dropped the Ninja Sword on the ground, took off the Shark Muscle from the back of the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost, and carried it on his back.

"Next, where should we go?"

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Kisame felt the confusion that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Killing the boss who led him into the darkness did not lead him to the light, but pushed him to a deeper abyss step by step.

"Killing the commander of Kirigakure Anbu, Wuyin Village will definitely not be able to stay any longer."

Dried persimmon ghost shark looked in the direction of the inland.

"Just go there."

"It seems that your actions this time are not very lucky."

Jing Ming returned to the country of water, looked at the two people in front of him in a panic, and joked.

"Master Jing Ming, thanks to your help, otherwise we would really die in the hands of that person."

Thinking of the cunning style of the Xiguashan blowfish ghost, even if Murakami disdains him, he can't help feeling his ruthlessness.

Jing Ming brushed Muraki and Murakami's heads lightly with both hands, sending two streams of pure life energy into them to help them recover from their injuries.

"I know all about what you've been through. It's just a pity that one person was let go this time."

"who?"

Jing Ming sat down casually.

"You may not know, dried persimmon ghost shark, have you heard of it?"

"Forehead"

Muraki scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Is it an Anbe man with dark blue short hair?"

Murakami narrowed his eyes and looked at Jing Ming.

"Oh? You know what?"

Jing Ming became interested.

Murakami said with lingering fear: "Although I'm not sure, if there is anyone among those people who deserves your attention, it should be him. After I opened the second form of the curse seal, I discovered his hidden strength. I dare say that if I had He also participated in the battle with all his strength, and I couldn't last 5 minutes under Xiguashan puffer ghost."

Facing two elite jounin, even though Murakami boasted that he was strong, he didn't dare to guarantee it, not to mention there were a bunch of jonin watching from the sidelines.

"it's him."

Jing Ming slapped his thigh and stood up.

"A very interesting person."

Murakami was puzzled, you, a teenager, defected from Wuyin Village a few years ago, how did you know a grown man who held a position in Anbu?

Jing Ming's expression looked a little regretful. In his impression, although Guisame was the one who slaughtered his companions and was unforgivable, he felt that he was a very charming person.

Maybe it's the care of Itachi, maybe it's suicide in order to protect Uchiha Madara's secret.

This is a dream chasing man who is confused about the real world and obsessed with the ideal world.

With his gentleness towards Itachi, it is not difficult to see that he also has a special bond in his heart.

Such a person will be a good helper when Jing Ming's wings are mature.

Unfortunately, Jing Ming missed him.

If the two can meet each other, Jing Ming believes that the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him can definitely accommodate Guixier's bloody life.

"Let's go, let's go back to the country of the sea."

Jing Ming greeted the two of them, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)