Naruto sage comes to the world

Chapter 84 Death Battle
The deadly battlefield suddenly boiled up, and countless Yuren rubbed his sleepy and swollen eyes and rushed out of the tent, looking around in a daze.

There was silence in the direction of the Konoha Ninja Legion's camp.On the contrary, there was a commotion in the rear of Yuren's troops, and there were screams and "clang" metal collisions from time to time.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it seems that there is an enemy attack in the rear."

There was an angry shout in the center of the Yuren camp.

"Don't panic, check the number of enemies, and everyone is ready to fight."

The turmoil and discussions gradually subsided, and all the rain ninja began to form a team to prepare for battle.

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As the commander of this rain ninja force, Mitac Jonin is known for his calmness and wisdom, and is known as Hanzo's right hand.

Days of fighting exhausted Shenda physically and mentally. It was rare for him to have a rest at night, but he was woken up. Even though he was as calm as he was, he became angry.

It was Mitac's cronies who went to check the enemy's situation, and they returned to Mitac's tent in a short time.

"My lord, it was two masked Konoha ninjas who raided the sentry tower behind our army."

Mio's lungs were about to explode.

"Two people? Get rid of them quickly. There will be war tomorrow, so don't affect the rest of the army."

"Yes, Master Mitac."

Shen Da went back to the simple camp bed and lay down again, suddenly became inexplicably irritable.

The sound of shouting and killing outside fell into Shenda's ears, and it seemed to be louder than before.

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Yao Yuan slammed into Yu Ren's camp like a high-speed train.

The long knife in his hand drew a huge arc in the air, mercilessly harvesting the lives of Yuren one after another.

The famous knife named "Da Prajna Everlasting Light" seemed to come alive at this moment. There was a soft white light on the knife body, and there was even a faint curl of Sanskrit sound coming out, as if it was saving these lost souls.

Ghost Lantern Shuiyue followed Yao Yuan closely, the black knife in his hand was like an impenetrable shield, blocking the attack from behind for Yao Yuan.

The dim light and the heavy rain, which is so big that it is difficult to open the eyes, have become the biggest enemies of Urenin.

Yao Yuan's eyes glowed strangely red in the night, like a ghost, and like the real body of death descending into the world.

Like a sharp iron drill, it pierced into a huge piece of tofu.

In just a few tens of seconds, the two of Yao Yuan rushed hundreds of meters towards the center of the camp with unstoppable momentum. At the same time, dozens of Yuren were caught off guard and became the souls of Yao Yuan's sword.

Even though he had no time to look behind him, Yao Yuan could still clearly feel the presence of the Ghost Lamp and Water Moon.

Facing such dense enemies, it was a miracle that his body was intact.

Yao Yuan's confidence soared, he pushed his feet hard on the ground, and the chakra in his body burst out a strong airflow along his legs, forcing Yu Ning in front to back again and again.

"Water Moon!"

Yao Yuan let out a long whistle.

The two figures leaped high, like two big birds returning to the forest, and like wanderers returning home, with a strong desire, they rushed towards the denser crowd ahead.

Two sword lights, one black and one white, formed a perfect circle in the air.

The light of the knife disappeared in the air, and the crowd exploded like a bubble filled with blood.

Red blood flew in the air with the head and stumps between them, drenching everyone within dozens of people.

Some timid Urenin had already started to leave the battlefield, crouched in a slightly open place and began to vomit.

More rain ninjas were aroused with blood, and they surrounded the two without fear of death.

With the dim light of the fire, Yao Yuan watched the battlefield while fighting, his heart gradually sank.

Under the pitch-black night, countless shadows in the distance began to gather towards the two of them.

The Chakra in Sombra's body is as bright as a torch in his pair of Sharingan.

Urenin, who is close to Yao Yuan and Guideng Shuiyue, is mainly a ninja, and the chakra in his body is not worth mentioning in terms of quantity and strength.

But the dark shadows that are slightly further away are much stronger.

Yao Yuan could even see a ninja in the center of the camp. The Chakra in his body was shining brightly, so it should be a Jōnin.

A kunai pierced out from the front left without a sound, aiming at Yao Yuan's eyes.

Yao Yuan's footsteps did not stop in the slightest, and his body turned slightly.

Kun Wu and Yao Yuan passed by.

Behind Yao Yuan, a black knife fell silently, leaving a body cut in half.

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Yao Yuan and Guideng Shuiyue were still rushing forward desperately, but the speed still slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had fallen into a swamp.

The blurred figures in the distance have formed a sea of ​​people, and each shadow represents an Urenin.

The black sea of ​​people rushed towards the two firmly and silently. There were more and more Yuren beside them, and the encirclement gradually became thicker.

Everything around Yao Yuan seemed to have turned red and black.

The rain that hit him turned into a dazzling blood red, and the strong smell of blood in the air seemed to have become a reality.

Every breath is very difficult, and the mouth is full of salty fishy smell.

Swing the knife, close the knife, and swing the knife again.

Yao Yuan is like a mindless killing machine, numbly harvesting pieces of Yuren's lives.

The black cloak on his body had already been torn in pieces, and the paste made of minced meat and blood stuck to the black combat uniform in a thick layer.

I can no longer tell whether it is my own or the enemy's.

Yao Yuan's consciousness gradually blurred, and the two of them, who were deeply trapped in the middle of Yuren's vast ocean, were already struggling to move forward.

Every step forward is very difficult.

Only the strong desire to survive and the body's instinctive reaction drove the two to continue fighting.

"what.."

Behind him came the roar of Ghost Lantern Shuiyue.

From the corner of his eye, Yao Yuan glanced behind him.

An iron hook-shaped weapon left a deep gash on Guideng Suiyue's thigh.

Guideng Shuiyue's footsteps instantly slowed down, and in the blink of an eye, several wounds appeared on his body.

Yao Yuan's heart sank to the bottom.

With a forced sprint now, he may still have a glimmer of life, but the ghost with a leg injury is likely to be left on this blood-stained land forever.

Yao Yuan had no choice but to stop his progress, leaning back to back with Guideng Shuiyue and the two of them, barely resisting the rain that was coming like a tide.

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Mitac Jonin's face was ashen, and it was very frightening under the flickering firelight.

That sharp gaze alone made the few Chunin around him tremble with fear.

"Who are those two people? Even the famous Konoha Baiya Hatake Sakumo couldn't survive such an attack."

A confidant next to him replied tremblingly, "Sir, that must not be Sakumo Hatake. I just got the news that the two should be members of Konoha's mysterious organization 'Root'."

(End of this chapter)