The Thousand Faces of Konoha's Weird Man

48 Gift from the Evil God

The rotating flying sickle directly blew away the not so dense smoke and dust.

Since the barrier is not created by chakra, it can be easily and effectively dispelled by many physical means. If it were some of Wu Ying's techniques, the obscenely thick fog would not be able to be solved by ordinary means.

When the smoke cleared, Lu Sheng's two shadow clones also entered the range where they could attack each other. Unfortunately, there is no equal exchange of physical skills, and the chakra allocated to the shadow clone used for clamping is also quite limited. For an elderly ninja like Rikuo, after a fierce battle, even if he wanted to squeeze more chakra, his body would not allow it.

"Wishful thinking" Qian Jun smiled disdainfully at his opponent's simple thinking and crude tactics. The scythe in his hand was quickly pulled back, and he waved it randomly left and right twice. Without any warning, the two shadow clones were cut in half. Even the main body from the perspective of God could not clearly see Qianjun's movements.

It is indeed quite dangerous to get close to this kind of monster, but it is no longer important now. Lu Sheng has now escaped to the edge of the "map cannon" just now. I believe that this distance is not much different, if not the limit of the attack range of the previous thousand troops. According to his perception ability, there is no way to distinguish the difference between the shadow clone and the main body at this distance, let alone carry out an effective attack.

The situation couldn't get any worse now, and Lu Sheng felt that he had at least a 66% chance of escaping.

As long as he escapes successfully, it is only a matter of time before he can find his place again. What's more, "the strange strength of the loyal dogs of the Fire Country", this kind of information is very valuable. I believe that many people are willing to spend money to buy such information on the black market.

Sacrifice of two unimportant subordinates can get such information, no matter how you look at it, you have earned it.

"Is this your last struggle?" Seeing Lu Sheng fleeing far away, Qian Jun didn't panic at all. He slowly took out a kunai, which was still stained with a little blood.

This is the weapon he used to sneak attack Lu Sheng just now

The scarlet tongue poked out of his teeth, and the black and white slippery objects slid on the surface of the weapon, and the light red liquid was wrapped in his mouth.

Although Lu Sheng, who was looking back three times in the distance, didn't know what Qian Jun was doing, it didn't stop him from having a bad feeling. His body kept urging him to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Lu Sheng was also loyal to his sixth sense and quickened his pace. This was the secret to his ability to live to such a long age.

It's just that luck today doesn't seem to be on his side.

"Hey, I caught you."

dong dong dong dong dong

A few dozen meters away, Qian Jun's words seemed to be whispering in his ears. A few simple words, although the decibel was not high, hit Lu Sheng's heart like a heavy hammer.

Whether it was the strange mental pain or the frightening scene that happened in front of him, Lu Sheng's eyes opened tightly, and his eyeballs seemed to burst out of his eyes.

Qianjun, who was still far away just now, has disappeared.

"Old man, your legs and feet are really slow." When Lu Sheng turned around, Qian Jun was already at his side. I saw him skillfully using Fei Lian's tail to wrap around and shuttle between the woods. His flexibility was no less than that of an ape. Compared with simply opening a road through mountains or building a bridge across water, Qianjun's maneuverability is undoubtedly much stronger. He can reach distances of tens of meters in an instant and accurately capture Lu Sheng's true form. "You're really old."

"I heard that you were very good at shadow clones back then. When you were at your peak, you could easily create ten or eight fire escapes, which were much more powerful than the current ones. I also heard that you once directly killed a person from Wuying Village. The powerful ninja's water dragon bullet evaporated. Sure enough, it's better to be famous than to meet him. Your strength disappoints me. Sure enough, he's just an old man with an ugly appearance."

Is now the time to dwell on gossip?

Lu Sheng did not let Qian Jun lead him astray, and held the shuriken across his chest. The old man looked on guard and stopped helplessly: "Why are you so sure?"

What can you do if you can't run?

"Confirm your identity." The proud Qian Jun cut off Lu Sheng's words, and the thief laughed.

"Your perception ability." He was already wondering if the battle just now was a performance by this guy.

"I was able to find you only because of the guidance of Lord Evil God." There was a pious expression on his proud face, holding the necklace that had just fallen at Lu Sheng's feet. "Thank you Lord Evil God for everything you have given me. You will be lucky enough to become Evil God." Sir’s sacrifice, when you see Lord Evil God after your death, remember to be grateful.”

"I don't know what to say." I wanted to put in a few words to see if this fool, who had been dazzled by the victory, could reveal some useful information. But now it seems that this guy is completely mentally ill, and Lu Sheng gave up communication directly.

Fairy tales like evil gods can only be deceived by children. Elderly people have also heard of regenerative physiques or ninjutsu. The most famous one is the Hyakuha Seal used by Tsunade, one of the three ninjas. If Qianjun has similar abilities, Rikuo Sheng will believe it. But with all the ghosts and ghosts involved, this is obviously a smoke bomb released by the other party to confuse himself.

Any technique has a price. His regeneration ability cannot be used indefinitely, but he just hasn't found the right way.

Using the ninja tool again to hinder Qian Jun's pursuit, Lu Sheng had silently summoned his shadow clone back.

Facing the flying ninja tools, Qian Jun's performance far exceeded Lu Sheng's expectations.

Ordinary ninjas may need to hide for a while, but Qianjun doesn't. Decades of habits had misled Lu Sheng, or perhaps the previous battles still hadn't made him wiser.

As long as Qianjun is willing, these things cannot be an obstacle at all.

Puff, puff, puff

A few shurikens only caused some pain to the opponent, but the pursuing Qianjun did not slow down at all.

Lu Sheng also secretly said that it was bad, things like smoke bombs and detonating charms had been used up, and ordinary ninja tools could not effectively stop the opponent's footsteps.

"There's no point in escaping. The evil god is already looking at his sacrifice. Obediently offer your flesh, blood and soul."

Before Lu Sheng could come up with an effective countermeasure, a huge shadow spread its wings like a roc, firmly covering the sky above Lu Sheng's head.

The huge scythe cut off the head with a fishy smell.

The thin Rikuo worked hard to adjust his position, with two shurikens intertwined above his head, facing his opponent's murderous weapon.

Maybe we can use this power to open up the distance between the two.

Boom, boom, the two shadow clones that were coming suddenly disappeared.

After a moment, Qianjun, who was covered in blood and fell into pieces, walked slowly out of the forest.

He scratched his head slightly irritably.

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have killed him directly. People who are alive can provide more information. I'm afraid that guy Zhengcheng will complain again."

"However, doctrine is doctrine and I must abide by it."

"Saving death for the evil god, half-dead, or fainting is not considered."

As he muttered to himself, Qian Jun's steps became lighter again. Slowly, his figure gradually curled up, and the murder weapon stained with countless blood was hidden somewhere, and he turned into that wretched little man again.

Just like he left just now

ps: By the way, to answer a few questions from readers, I am definitely not a newbie. After all, I still have some basic knowledge of readers. My writing style has also been trained by millions of words, and I consider myself to be above the standard. But being in the palace is really being in the palace. When I was young, I didn’t know how to code and thought I could become a god if I opened more words. But what happened? . gg Smecta, now work hard to finish this book and participate in the essay competition honestly.