Naruto system rampages in another world

The setting sun slanted across the mountainside. Next to the loess horse trail, on a small slope about 10 meters high, several mottled tree shadows were reflected. Qin Hao stared at his left wrist with a murderous look on his face, and the atmosphere was strange.

Would a normal person point a sharp knife at his or her wrist?

"Brother, what are you doing?" The little fat man looked at Qin Hao confusedly and asked with a stutter.

Finding Fischer is obviously not something that can be done in a short while. Before that, Qin Hao must first put an end to today's situation. He will never let him have another chance to feel like life is worse than death.

Although he still hasn't figured out why his body suddenly lost control. As a typical conspiracy theorist, Qin Hao believes that everything has a reason. To put it bluntly, there is no reason why he chose to lose control today. There is something causing trouble.

After thinking about it, Qin Hao could only blame the centipede on his wrist for this introduction.

Looking at the red and purple thousand-legged centipede on his wrist that looked like blood dripping, he had to take a look at the extremely dim decapitating sword beside his right foot. And with this glance, the introduction to the decapitating sword was naturally repeated. came to his mind.

Evolution of the beheading sword: Forged with evil secrets, it possesses evil power and can only be controlled by true evil spirits. It is a knife that will never break.

The blade can be repaired by absorbing the iron in the enemy's blood, and every poor ghost who dies having his head cut off by the decapitation sword will have his blood essence drained out, swallowed by the blade, and fed back to 1 and the owner of the sword.

Note: Legend has it that the person holding this knife will be cursed with bad luck and will not have a good death.

The blade was dim and made of centipede without the blood. Obviously, the beheading sword no longer had the above-mentioned effect. Qin Hao's eyes turned cold and he said in his mouth: "Maybe it is a curse."

"In that case, go to die."

Qin Hao bit his lip hard, holding the kunai in his right hand, the cold blade pressed against the skin tightly, scraping it down hard.

Qin Hao exerted great force, obviously filled with hatred in his heart, and his hand was extremely cruel. He even scraped off a large piece of bloody flesh from his wrist.

"Kakkaka."

Like the sound of breaking a wooden stick, needle holes were pulled out from Qin Hao's wrist. The beautiful centipede suddenly started shaking, letting out a heart-piercing cry of pain, and squirming crazily on Qin Hao's wrist, like a silver needle. Qin Hao's wrist was pricked with dense needle holes.

"This, this is a magic trick." The little fat man opened his mouth wide and stared dumbly at the beating centipede on Qin Hao's hand. His face was pale, and he was really frightened by the centipede's ferocious appearance.

"Huh, don't come out yet." Qin Hao's face was ferocious, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

After so many things happened, if he still didn't know that the centipede was a living thing, Qin Hao would really be blind. Now that he knew that the centipede was a living thing, things would become simpler.

Qin Hao's eyebrows were three points ferocious, his teeth were biting his lips, and a pair of cold eyes were staring at the bloody wrists. He held a kunai in his right hand, and his scraping action was clean and tight, as if the scraped meat was not the same. It doesn't just grow on him.

“Still struggling”

Qin Hao sneered, and felt cruel in his heart. The kunai in his hand stabbed his wrist diagonally, straight into the depths of the wrist, and only stopped when it touched the bone. The kunai lay flat against the periosteum, and he thrust hard Pick, cut, scratch, and pull.

The sound of sizzling, like the sound of a sharp blade rubbing against metal, made the little fat man next to him get goosebumps all over his body.

It seemed that a rectangular blood groove was picked out from the wrist, and it was thrown into the air along the tip of the kunai.What a big piece of grooved flesh.

I saw this piece of meat, white and red, tumbling in the air, sprinkling a little bit of blood, and on top of the piece of meat, there was a bright red thousand-legged centipede that was half an arm long, screaming angrily and randomly. Jumping.

"Hehe, hehe"

Qin Hao laughed nervously twice, with a murderous intention in his laughter, "It's up to you to curse the bad luck."

Before he finished speaking, the bloody centipede shot up, made a dive gesture in the air, and shot back towards Qin Hao without giving up.

"It's rare to suck blood and essence to replenish qi and blood, but I can't keep you." Qin Hao has such a selfish temperament. Even if he has all kinds of good things, as long as there is a potential threat, he will definitely choose the opportunity to kill him.

What's more, the potential threat exposed by the bloody centipede really made Qin Hao feel like it was stuck in his throat and he couldn't get rid of it.

As for you, is it important whether Qin Hao made a mistake in judgment?

If something threatens his own survival, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Needless to say, this must be the iron rule of survival that Qin Hao always follows.

"Big brother, a centipede flew out of my hand..." The little fat man maintained a dumbfounded expression for several breaths, and his mouth was stammering. He didn't know what he wanted to ask. He said that his simple brain was completely exhausted. Crash.

Qin Hao took a step back and shot the kunai into the air. At the same time, he grabbed his right hand to the side, raised the decapitating sword, aimed at the centipede that was rolling and dodging in the air, and struck hard with it.

The centipede screamed strangely, and turned its body strangely in the air to avoid the kunai. It swung its tail slightly and drew a red lightning bolt from its body, rushing towards Qin Hao's right hand against the blade of the decapitation sword.

Qin Hao snorted coldly, flipped his wrist, and the blade flapped and rolled in the air at high speed, like a drum washing machine, with a red centipede in the air.

Standing on one foot on the ground, he raised his right foot, threw a whip shadow in the air, and kicked the back of the knife sharply. The powerful force actually kicked the decapitating sword into two halves. The bloody centipede screamed again and flew backwards. .

Qin Hao touched the ground with his toes, and his body immediately ejected. He caught up with the Thousand-legged Centipede in one step, grabbed a blade in the air with his right hand, and used the force to slice it forward.

With unexpected ease, there was a crisp click sound, and the centipede was cut into two pieces. A strong bloody smell was sprayed into the air, and the two remaining body parts twitched and fell to the left and right sides.

He sniffed his nose gently and felt an extremely comfortable feeling all over his body. Qin Hao's eyes lit up and he looked at the ground. The centipede was dead but not stiff. The two separated bodies were still approaching each other crazily, twisting and turning. It seems to be moving, and it seems that it is planning to reattach the body.

Crazy centipede talks about dreams

Qin Hao fell down in one step, and without hesitation, half of the blade in his hand brought out streaks of sword light in the air. With one breath, the two centipede bodies on the ground were chopped into pieces.

A piece of red blood mist floated from the ground. Qin Hao's chest expanded, his mouth opened like a swallowing whale, and he greedily breathed in the blood in the air.

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