Swing the knife from the leaves

Kai was completely impressed by his father.

The confusion about my father in the past six months disappeared immediately.

He stood up and wanted to pull the tall figure in front of him.

Dai immediately said in a deep voice:

"Xiao Shou, Xuan Jian, take Kai and leave quickly."

After that, Kai, who was about to step forward, was knocked unconscious with a knife.

Ebisu immediately picked up Kai who fainted.

Shiranui Genma looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression and said:

"Take care, Uncle Dai"

Then he and Ebisu left with Kai who had fainted.

Matt Dai was left alone to face the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

Opposite me, the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost with a smile on his face said sarcastically:

"What did that kid say just now?"

"The unshaven guy in front of me seems to be a genin, right?"

"A guy like this can stop us, the Seven Ninja Swordsmen."

"It's really hilarious."

Muuri Jinpachi on the side raised his explosive sword and taunted:

"Can such a ridiculous guy become our opponent?"

"His weird tights are really unique."

Sitting on the stone, the blue-haired guy, holding a flounder, laughed.

The sarcastic voice could not be heard, but Dai didn't care at all.

The current situation is that if we can delay it for a while, Kai and the others will be safer.

It was his first time to use Death Door, but it would never last more than 5 minutes.

It would be better if the enemy spoke more.

Loquat Juuzang waved the beheading sword in his hand and said to several people:

"Stop laughing, hurry up and deal with this guy in front of you."

"Then go and get rid of those brats together."

"We still have tasks to complete."

Juuzang's reminder made everyone present stop playing around.

After all, this mission is very important.

Muuri Jinpachi jumped forward and said to the people behind him:

"Let me do it this time, just so I can see how his whole body explodes."

This guy's attack made the people behind him immediately lose interest.

He quickly distanced himself far away, for fear of being splashed.

I don’t know what this pervert is thinking, he insists on blasting his enemies away.

A pile of corpses splashed everywhere, staining clothes, not a fog ninja at all.

The enemy was approaching fiercely, making Dai's eyes tighten.

Place your right thumb against your heart.

"Is it finally going to be used?"

Dai recalled his father's words in the past when he taught this physical skill.

The eighth door of death is extremely powerful.

It burns the blood all over his body and obtains skyrocketing chakra, which can greatly enhance his strength.

But this has always been an exploratory stage.

But after practicing Taishu alone for 20 years, Dai has reached a level that his father did not reach.

He has been able to open the eighth door of death.

Determined to die, Dai gathered his chakra and prepared to open the door to death.

"boom"

A white figure appeared between the two of them.

Holding an ordinary long sword in his hand, he slashed at Muashi Jinpachi who was running towards him.

The sudden appearance of this guy surprised Muuri Jinpachi.

But since you swung the knife at him, be prepared to be exploded.

With a somewhat crazy smile, Muuri Jinpachi waved Bakutomo and connected with the long sword in front of him.

The mysterious man smiled slightly, and the long knife in his hand slipped strangely.

The explosive sword missed the point of contact and slashed towards Muuri Jinpachi's neck.

The move was a death move, and Wuli Jinpachi immediately lost his soul.

The figure quickly retreated.

The long knife swung upwards with a slight force.

The right arm holding the knife was chopped off on the spot.

Wuli Jinpachi suddenly screamed, covering his shoulders, and stepped back hard.

"Ding, I found one of the seven ninja swords of the mist ninja, the explosive sword? 9? 9 splash"

"Whether to recycle, recycling +2000 points"

Under the mask, Han Feng smiled, but he didn't expect an unexpected gain.

"Recycle"

After muttering silently, the ninja sword that lost its owner disappeared from the ground, leaving only one right arm.

"Ding, points +2000"

Han Feng looked at the guy holding his arms and backing away, feeling a little bored.

Does this guy really know how to use a sword? His technique is too clumsy.

The screams made the people who retreated feel the pressure.

They all drew out their ninja swords and stepped forward.

The six of them looked at the masked guy in front of them with solemn expressions.

After everyone retreated, Muri Jinpachi used chakra to stop his bleeding.

The huge blood loss made his face a little pale, and there was still a wave of fear on his face.

Wearing a mask, Han Feng formed a seal with his left hand.

Six shadow clones appeared, each holding a long knife.

Using the system's special clone technique, the strength of each clone has reached the level of a jounin.

Just enough to get a feel for the strength of the remaining six guys and see how good their swordsmanship is.

"Up"

The six masked men in white ran towards the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

This obvious figure immediately reminded everyone of the fourth generation Mizukage's instructions to the master of swordsmanship.

However, using clones to deal with them is a bit confusing.

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost rushed forward with Samehada, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, trying to break up the clone of the guy in front of him with one blow.

"bump"

The two swords came into contact, and the comparable power came, which surprised the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost.

Looking at the clone in front of him, a pair of deep eyes in the mask were staring at him.

"Damn it, don't look down on me."

In anger, the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost immediately waved his Samehada and started fighting with the clone in front of him.

The other five people also fought with a clone.

Also shocked by the clone's strength, he did not dare to be careless and fought with all his strength.

Han Feng stood on the spot with his long sword standing on the ground. He turned his eyes and looked at the sword skills of these six people.

The six people on the field were fighting with all their strength, but the three people off the field were motionless.

A little color returned to Wuli Jinpachi's face, and he looked at the standing figure with a face full of fear and hatred.

Now he no longer has a ninja sword, and has also lost his right arm, and his strength has dropped significantly.

Regardless of whether the mission is completed or not, I am afraid that I will be challenged when I return to Kirigakure Village and lose the qualifications of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen.

There is no other way, now he has thought of defecting.

Silently stopping the injury, Muuri Jinpachi began to wait for an opportunity to escape.

Behind him, Matt Dai, who was wearing a green chakra wave, looked at the back of this mysterious man with some doubts.

Are they here to help themselves? Are they rescuers sent by the village?

Why do I feel familiar with him?

Matt Dai wanted to step forward and said at the same time:

"Are you a rescue sent by the village?"

"That, you need my help."

Han Feng didn't turn his head, and laughed when he heard Matt Dai's voice.

Matt Day was even more confused.

However, he did not feel any hostility towards the person in front of him, so he lifted the Eight Gate Dunjia.

For a moment, great fatigue and pain came over him, causing the uncle to sit down on the ground.

Panting heavily, he looked at the mysterious man in front of him and said:

"Thank you for your rescue. I thought I was going to die."

Han Feng stood in front, and a changed voice came out.

"I admire your belief in protecting your children."

"And your strength makes me very excited."

"So I hope to fight you with all my strength."

"Your Excellency, do you agree?"

Matt Dai, who was sitting on the ground, laughed sheepishly when he heard these words.

This is the second time in the past ten years that he has heard such sincere praise.

After laughing, he extended his thumb to Han Feng who was standing in front of him.

"sure"

A pair of shining white teeth appeared on Dai's face.

For such a sincere fellow villager, how can we refuse the discussion of friendship?

The sound of agreement sounded, making Han Feng smile slightly and think in his heart.

"Uncle Dai, you promised this personally. It makes no sense for you to worry about it afterwards."