Hokage’s strongest sword

Blood Clothes Pavilion or Blood Clothes PavilionThere were bursts of fighting sounds, the last roar of life, streams of life splashed on the ground along with the life. Qingmu, Chiyan, Ruijin, and Houtu, the four altar masters of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion, saw all this in their eyes. They were anxious and angry. How much they hoped that they could save the lives of more disciples of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion.

But they could only see the puppets around them that had been attacking them fiercely, and flying around in the sky and throwing down clay sculptures made of detonating clay from time to time. They suddenly discovered that the Bloody Clothes Pavilion, which they were so proud of and had always been very confident in, was so weak in the face of such power.

This is… our Blood Clothes Pavilion?

No! The Bloody Clothes Pavilion shouldn’t be like this. Xueyi Pavilion should never be a lamb at the mercy of others, our Red Flame Altar, our Sharp Gold Altar, our Thick Earth Altar, our most powerful forces are not here at the moment! If… If all our strength is here, how could we possibly fall into such a situation?

I regret it! If he and the others had really listened to Bi Shui’s suggestion, the Bloody Clothes Pavilion would not be in such a passive situation at the moment. We are still a group of proud tigers and leopards, definitely not such lambs!

Bishui never appeared from the beginning to the end, everyone knew that Bishui was in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion. But maybe it was too much hurt? Bi Shui never showed his figure. fair enough! At least if the four altar masters of the Five Elements Altar are all folded here, there is still one person who can lead the overall situation so that the Bloody Clothes Pavilion will not fall into the most dangerous situation.

Aoki thought so, and the other three altar masters thought so too. Because in such a situation, even if Bishui really came forward, it would not have much effect. No matter how proficient the soft whip is, how can it be against dozens of puppets who are besieging him without fear of death? the enemy?

But the people in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion have already lost a lot, and the number of deaths and serious injuries has reached nearly 60%. But at this time, all the members of the Akatsuki organization began to slowly leave the battlefield.

“Hurry up, hurry up! Everyone, rescue the injured people around you as soon as possible!”

When Aoki found out that Akatsuki’s organization was starting to retreat, he immediately gave orders to rescue the wounded without even thinking about it. These people can no longer die. These people are the young disciples of the Blood-clothed Pavilion, they are the future hope of the Blood-clothed Pavilion, and they must not be buried here!

The people from Akatsuki’s organization gradually gathered together, forming a huge square formation. Didara hovering in the sky and the scorpion controlling the puppets have also returned to the formation of the Akatsuki organization.

Chi Yan, Hou Tu, and Rui Jin also came in front of Aoki, and the four stood in a row. Some of the surviving disciples of the Blood Clothes Pavilion also brought some wounded who could be rescued to their backs, and from time to time there would be painful wailings from behind them.

The contrast between the two sides is very obvious. Although Xiao Organization doesn’t have any shouts of excitement like “victory coaxing” here, there is a kind of pride that cannot be dispelled in every look. This is our organization, this is our organization. It is our strength!

The people in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion have no time to pay attention to the mental outlook of the people in the Xiao organization, because they are almost trying their best to rescue the wounded on their own side. Once they hesitate for a moment, their life may just die like this. There is a deep and indelible sadness in people’s eyes.

Chi Yan, Ruijin, Houtu, and Aoki who were closely staring at the formation of the Xiao organization also had gloomy faces. The Xiao organization has already taken an extremely large advantage. As long as they are willing, the headquarters of the Xueyi Pavilion will be wiped out directly after paying a small part of the price. Even if the altar masters themselves can save their lives by luck, they can only escape like a bereaved dog. But now that the Xiao organization stopped attacking and gave up its advantage in fighting, it was naturally because of a bigger conspiracy, wasn’t it?

A figure suddenly appeared in the sky with a pair of snow-white wings behind her. No, that is not a wing made of feathers but a wing made of sheets of white paper.

Xiaonan, the white tiger of dawn, the messenger of God, came to the battlefield.

Xiaonan controlled the wings on his back to slowly fall, and stood in front of the ninjas organized by Akatsuki, looking straight at the four altar masters of the Blood Clothes Pavilion with his eyes, but he was so calm as if he was watching Like ants.

“God… calls you to come into our arms.”

Xiao Nan opened his mouth gently, and his cold voice instantly resounded throughout the battlefield under the blessing of Chakra.

god?

The people in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion were very puzzled. Is there really a god in this world? But the ninjas of the Akatsuki organization did look fanatical, as if they represented God and came here to recruit the disciples of the Blood Clothes Pavilion, very proud and proud.

“God of bullshit! Don’t you just want us to join you and become your pawns and cannons? Although we are at a disadvantage in this battle, we don’t know if there will be another fight. Our blood-clothed You are not afraid of getting blood on your clothes, you are not qualified to turn us into a bunch of softies and slaves under your command!”Hearing Xiao Nan’s words, Chi Yan was the first to stand up. If it wasn’t because Xiao Nan was a woman, Chi Yan might have started scolding her. But although these words were not so eloquent, they were enough to inspire the disciples of the Blood Clothes Pavilion behind the four altar masters.

There are many young people in Xueyi Pavilion’s strength in the headquarters, and youth means more unyielding, without the almost greasy smoothness of those older people. Many people have stood up, whether they are injured or not, whether they are dying or not. All of them began to howl to the sky:

“That’s right! Blood stains your clothes, you are not afraid. This is our Blood Clothes Pavilion!”

The older people beside them wanted to pull them back, but all the young people were unmoved, and instead shouted even harder.

“Blood stained clothes, Yi Ran is not afraid!”

“Blood stained clothes, Yi Ran is not afraid!”

“Blood stained clothes, Yi Ran is not afraid!”

Nangong Zhe stood in the attic, smiling at the roaring teenagers in the Bloody Clothes Pavilion.

“Blood Clothes Pavilion, isn’t this still the Blood Clothes Pavilion?”

(end of this chapter)

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