People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

Revisiting old dreams, revisiting the familiarity of the body being patched and stitched;

narrowly escaped death and was saved by a ghost...

[A Fei] I feel that today's script is really exciting, and the brain in my skull seems to be shaking into a vortex, and the stirring is unclear.

The vortex pulled by the air swallowed him up. Before leaving, [A Fei] covered half of his mask with his hand, his ears stood up sensitively, and a wisp of dark, intriguing, thought-provoking words floated into the vortex.

"No, candidates for the Twelve Ghost Moons are not allowed to die in the hands of humans..."

The vortex disappears, and the lingering sound lingers!

There was a sinister and playful voice under Guiyue's mask, and the figure turned into a ghost to block Jiraiya's pursuit. The oil flame bomb hit the light wall, splashing out motionless ripples.

"At least, you can't die today!"

Black Death Mou perfectly connected, and read the second half of the line for Nie Yuri, his six eyes coldly locked on the charging Maitekai, he stepped forward, drew his blade out of its sheath and slashed upwards, with terrifying power , tearing the air and making a sound like a roaring wind!

Breath of the Moon · Trinity · Disgusting Moon · Eclipse!

The short slash cut through the air, and the blade shone with a strange light. One after another, rotating moon blades emerged from the blade, sharp and fierce, beautiful and magnificent, covering the blue beast in a dazzling web of blades.

Maitekai's feet were as fast as a gust of wind, and the ground paved with blue rocks shattered, bringing up bursts of smoke and dust. He frantically swung his fists, and the sound of chi chi chi piercing the air was endless.

The compressed air condensed into fist prints, and the blasted stones were bombarded into a rain of bullets, colliding with the whirling moonblade. In an instant, the air seemed to turn into substance and was dismembered into mirror-like fragments. The moonblade and stones At the same time, it annihilated into dust, covering a person and a ghost in it.

The swirling smoke raged, the broken rocks on the ground cracked, and the bright moon disc appeared and disappeared. The speed and power were jaw-dropping. Only two blurred silhouettes could be seen, colliding frequently in the smoke, hot and violent fist shadows and The aftermath of the gloomy and cold blade collision shattered the walls around the street into dross, dancing violently in the air.

The moon blade is like a wheel, like the moon in the sky hanging upside down, it is so beautiful; the fist is like a dance, like dancing on the tip of the knife, the perfect combination of heaviness and lightness!

It is obviously a terrifying fight between life and death, but it is like a stage play, outlining the aesthetics of violence in the lights and smoke!

"So strong!"

Shanzhongfeng and Younu Qugen looked at each other, and they all saw their horrified faces in each other's eyes. This kind of brutal fight is no longer something they can intervene in. The aftermath of the collision between the two can shatter them to pieces.

"A candidate for the Twelve Ghost Moons? Is Xiao Organization a candidate for the Twelve Ghost Moons?"

Kakashi gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, his heart roared like a tsunami. He supported the ground with one hand and panted heavily. His eyes spun wildly and stared into the smoke, but he could only see the moon and the whistling green shadows in the sky. His vision I can keep up, but I can't catch the movements between them clearly, let alone lock any one of them.

He looked dejectedly to the other side of the battlefield:

Two little toads wrapped in robes appeared on Jiraiya's shoulders at some point, and a face changed slightly, with paint patterns printed on the face, and a high-density chakra was released from the whole body.

He squatted down on horseback, and the moment he lowered his head, his long hair grew unbelievably crazily, and the spinning lasing jets shot towards the opposite side like a pouring rainstorm.

The ferocious centipede swept its tail, and countless terrifying broken blades pierced out from its limbs. Facing the sky filled with needle rain, the air became a vortex and hurricane, and the spurting needle rain was scattered and chopped into pieces.

The winding blades cut through the ground, pulling out bottomless chasms, Zilai also raised his feet and pedaled, leaping high and stepping on the rotating blades to jump and run.

The wooden clogs stepped on the blade, and it seemed to make a crackling sound, like a firecracker exploding, and layers of white ripples exploded under his feet. He galloped and stepped on the centipede's body, and at the same time made a long hiss, his cheeks swelled, The surrounding air poured into his mouth like a tide.

Immortal Law Five Right Guards!

Ji Lai also breathed out fierce oil, and the toads on the left and right shoulders shot the flames of the gust of wind at the same time. Oil, fire, and wind melted into a violent flame of kerosene. The fire dragon devoured the ghost moon mask standing on top of the baby's face.

The back of the centipede was engulfed by the fire oil, and a layer of scorched black surfaced faintly. Nie Yuli looked at the surging flames, and the ghost moon mask was slightly half-turned, and the five fingers were facing each other. A cold and strange singing voice spit out from under the mask:

"O King's Lander! The mask of flesh and blood, the omnipresent, the thing that flutters high, and bears the name of human beings! Burning heat and strife, rolling back south across the sea, and marching forward!"

The ancient and mysterious syllables spit out faintly from under the mask. This kind of low-sequence ghost way, Nirvana Yuri can actually be instantaneous without chanting, but he is always strongly influenced by Chairman Naimi on weekdays. and infection, he felt that he should read this line completely!

Every line should not be let down, life needs a sense of ritual!

The high concentration of spiritual pressure condensed in the palm of Nirvana Yuri, and a ball of scorching fire surged, and then he moistened it with a layer of black.

Coloring a spirit child is not a difficult task for a captain at this level, but no one has ever done such a boring trick before, but now... the difference in color is also part of the performance. ring!

The pitch-black fireball exuded an evil villainous smell. Nirvana Yuri pushed forward with his palm, and the stationary fireball shot out suddenly, tearing a straight black line in the air, piercing through the roaring fire dragon soundlessly.

The collision of black fire and oil flame!

The terrifying explosion sounded like thunder, and the flames were like splashing raindrops. The bluestone floor was shattered into molten glass, and the air seemed to be covered with a layer of dazzling fire rain. A vacuum channel was pulled out from the middle of the explosive flames. ?

The oil fire attached to the centipede's back was extinguished, and the face of the ghost standing opposite disappeared. Jiraiya's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the vacuum channel surrounded by the center of the flame. Is there no ghost?

behind! ! !

Jiraiya's heart felt cold, the hairs on his back stood upside down, his feet were suddenly empty, but the centipede on the soles of his feet disappeared out of thin air.

Gravity came, and Zilai also fell straight to the ground. At the same time, he felt a sinister aura behind him, and at the same time he fell against himself. His cold, temperatureless breath spit to the back of his head. His scalp was numb, and his roots were white. The barbed hair is flamboyant and rolled back.

Boo!

The sharp baby cry penetrates the brain membrane, as if it sounds directly from the soul...