Remnant bones

The black figure, transformed into an incomprehensible afterimage, suddenly appeared on the left side of the sloppy man like a ghost.The specially treated black blade reflects an imperceptible dull metallic luster without compromising its sharpness.

As an invitee, it seems unreasonable not to give some "meeting gift"... The strange-colored eyes behind the black veil reveal a cold killing intent.The movements of his subordinates were not flashy and complicated, but pointed to the vital point.

Like the previous Anbu, I used the sword too, but the angle of my sword was weird and vicious that they couldn't match.

Everyone thinks that the back is a person's blind spot, but because of this well-known common sense, no master will ignore the defense of his back.In contrast, the side that a person doesn't use often is the "blind spot" that is really not easy to defend and counterattack in time.It's like the right hand side of a left-handed person, and vice versa.

According to my strength and speed, although this knife did not go all out, if it was really sharp, it could still open a hole in his left waist.However, after all, the other party is an "old fritter" who is older than me and has no less experience than me.Just looking at his action of changing the knife without hesitation, I knew that this idea... I'm afraid it's not ordinary hard!

"Clang!" There was a crisp sound, I was not stupid enough to fight him hard, I walked away as soon as I touched it, but I didn't retreat.

With a sliding step under his feet, his soft body circled around to the other side of Pear Wood Onizuka in a strange arc.This time, even he didn't have time to react, the cold iron piece pierced into the inside of the solid body from bottom to top without hindrance... No!I didn't avoid the ribs on purpose. This angle, without hindrance, is an anomaly!

As I expected, the moment I pulled the blade away, the man in front of me turned into a puddle of clear water, scattered all over the ground, and wet my left arm that I had no time to retract.

Watery body... my pupils narrowed slightly, I didn't attack the man who was a few meters away again, but quickly analyzed the opponent's strength and attack mode in my mind.

With such a seal speed, no accident, the opponent is at least proficient in water escape.In addition to the random sword skills that have no rules but are completely summed up from experience, and the special ability of the big sword that I don't know... This time, if I don't take out the "trump card" that suppresses the box, it seems that the chances of winning are very limited!

I did not maintain the snake pupil of the right eye, but the color of the pupil of the left eye has turned into a very light silvery white at some point. At first glance, I am afraid that many people will suspect that I should change my surname to "Hyuga". Instead of "Hui Ye".However, judging from certain characteristics, I am indeed of the same race as those fighting lunatics.

Hmm... how should I put it.The corners of the plain lips were slightly raised, but on this delicate face that was used to being expressionless, there was no trace of the gentleness and elegance that had been shown by accident in the past.Bloody and cold, mixed with the madness that has been suppressed for a long time, and the excitement of wanting to fight... It is really nostalgic!

How long has it been... since I came to this world, the strength gap at the beginning forced me to choose helpless compromise and cooperation under the absolute strength.With the sustenance and bondage of family affection, he had to bury his desire for killing deeply in the dark corner of his heart.

This time, the rare limited freedom to let go of everything allowed me to indulge in the suppression of my "real" side.However... too weak!

Those so-called "experts" can't meet my venting standards at all.Undisciplined, nasty, obscene, cowardly...without any sense of self-consciousness and dignity as a warrior!I used to think that the so-called rebellion was nothing more than some low-ranking black sheep in the ninja village. It was because of the village's laissez-faire and secret connivance that they were able to survive until now.There are rare careerists like Orochimaru, but they are all leaders of various forces.The result after the battle with it is nothing more than endless "harassment" that makes people tireless!

The contradiction between rationality and instinct, coupled with the anxiety about the lack of progress in genetic disease research, has stretched my nerves to death, and it has been difficult to find a chance to breathe!Even if I can slow down the string a little bit at Yae... But if I don't release it completely, even I may only risk being seen through the hole card and go to Dashemaru to invite a fight!

With such a powerful "prey", it really came in time... Hehe... The tip of my tongue involuntarily licked my lower lip, this is my habitual action when instinct has already gained the upper hand.The original purpose has long been left behind by me.At this moment, the only reason I have left is how to dismember the opponent!

How does it feel to tear apart such a body that has been tempered and refined?Has the heart under the ribs been painted into the most beautiful black color by the greedy desire and ambition... I really want to... I really want to dissect you!There was a strange brilliance flowing through the light-colored fundus.

The dark aura gushing out like a substance is enough to make any creature that gets close gasp for breath and be overwhelmed by endless despair.

"Oh..." It was still the unscrupulous and glib tone, but the vigilance and fighting spirit that could not help revealing was enough to let people know that Nishiki Onizuka was serious at this time.There is no more playing and killing Anbu with ease before.Even he had to face up to the horror of his enemy... But in words, he still made people angry: "You are really a fearsome little guy..."

Little guy—this title seems frivolous and full of contempt.But in the eyes of Limu Onizuka, it is undoubtedly not a kind of shock and admiration for the opponent's strength.

Compared with him who is in his prime, anyone with a little discernment can easily judge his approximate age from his slender and petite figure.As far as the ninja was concerned, he might have just come of age... Just from the simple but indiscriminate slash before, it can be seen that the other party is by no means a rookie who has just dabbled in killing for a few years.Such a state of mind, such a skill, such a strength...a genius is no longer enough to describe the opponent's terrifying speed of progress!

If you want to describe it - "monster", I think it is more appropriate.

If I remember correctly, Konoha seems to have a little ghost who is only less than thirteen years old, and has already reached the level of the leader of the dark army.And the little guy in front of him... His achievements are probably only high but not low!

At least the former, and the shackles of the village.However, for the latter, he couldn't find any trace of his identity from his body, let alone the forehead that symbolized the ninja's belonging.

A "monster" without "shackles"... Riki Onitsuka grinned, and excitedly bit off the bamboo stick in his mouth.It was really an unexpected stimulus... But for some reason, while feeling the danger and fighting spirit from the other party, his back felt an inexplicable chill.

The look in the eyes behind the black veil is so weird that it makes one's heart shudder.

The first person to do it was me.

Unable to hold back the rolling killing intent in my heart, my fierceness was exposed, and I exerted my speed to the extreme.The flickering afterimages made it difficult to figure out my position. I waved the Taidao in my hand, specializing in those inertial corners that were difficult to guard against.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..." In the air, the crisp sound of the collision of the murder weapon came continuously.

The heavy and clumsy broadsword was flexibly played by Eraki Onizuka in his palm.I waved my left and right hands alternately as if I didn't see anything, making my attack and defense impeccable.

Both sides are not light-handed masters. It is a desperate struggle between pure strength and strength. If you want to gain an advantage, it is not strength, but the quality of the weapon!At this point, it was clear that I had the upper hand.After a few rounds, the "warm-up" was not over yet, and several faint cracks and gaps had already appeared on the blade of the Taidao in his hand.

"Cut..." With a cold snort of dissatisfaction, I deliberately lightened my strength, and the attack method was mainly "stab", in order to hope that this rotten knife can last for a while!As a result, it only takes a few strokes to die... It makes people unable to enjoy themselves!

Anyway, I couldn't last a few more times, so I simply gave it a go, and even forcibly injected my CKL into the blade.Immediately, the wind blade brought out by the attack caused Limu Onizuka to add a few shallow cuts to his body even though he blocked the direct attack.

Although this scratch did not hurt the essence of the black-haired man, it undoubtedly aroused the killing intent in his heart.After changing his defensive attitude at the beginning and giving up the idea of ​​probing my strength, Riki Onitsuka almost used a kind of tyrannical force to cut off my Taidao directly!Accompanied by the sharp sound of the wind, it mercilessly struck at my forehead...

"Click!" The broken tip of the knife passed by the corner of the eye, and cut off a few strands of pure white hair on the forehead.

Looking at the big knife above his head with narrow pupils, he paused for a moment in a daze, which seemed to make people see a trace of innocence and helplessness that shouldn't appear at this time.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Laughing wildly, the black-haired man made no secret of his brutal nature, and couldn't wait to see how this "innocent monster" was cut into flying red flesh by the cold metal... The intoxicating and fascinating "beautiful... view"...

what……?

Suddenly, the wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The wide and sharp blade, even though it was blocked by the half-cut handle of the knife, still sank deeply into the flesh and blood of the thin shoulder for half a foot.Even the black robe couldn't hide the bloody glow under the moonlight.The crimson water dripped down the blade, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

As the breeze blew, only half of the black veil left on her hair fell off, and the hair on the left side of her face was dyed bright red by her own blood.The slightly hooked corners of the mouth made this pale, bloodless face look morbidly soft and fragile.However, that soft whisper was enough to make the man in front of him, who had never stopped smiling, unable to smile anymore...

"I caught you..." There was still a trace of immature deep voice, and a faint smile, which made people feel "cool"..."My, 'Little Lamb'."