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Mingyu was stunned and said, "Why didn't you die?"

Mingyu was sure that his Chidori was inserted into his chest, and he was stabbed in the heart by Chidori, and he should have died, but he was still alive!

Kanzang's expression was hideous, one eye showed a bloodthirsty light, and he sneered: "You have made a mistake, my heart is the opposite of ordinary people, on the right side. ”

"How is that possible? My chakra clearly sees your chakra coming from your right chest!" Mingyu was puzzled, the chakra could see through the flow of chakra, and the heart was the core of chakra flow, and he had no reason to mistake the position of the heart.

Kanzang's smile became more and more hideous, and he smiled: "On my left chest, is my psychic beast 'Nimitz', it is a strange earthworm, the earthworm does not have a heart, but its blood vessels are connected to my blood vessels, which is equivalent to my heart, and my chakra is stored in its body." Moreover, using it to manipulate chakra is even better than the ninja who is the most proficient in controlling chakra!"

Mingyu suddenly, I see.

It's no wonder that when he used the Wind Demon Feather, he saw that the chakra in his body seeped into every black feather like a filament, as if the puppet manipulator of the sand was manipulating the puppet, and at that time he thought that his control over the chakra was so brilliant that it turned out that there was such a thing hidden in his body.

"It's not easy for you to be so young that you can push me to this point, and even kill my psychic beast. However, killing geniuses gives me a sense of accomplishment, and I can't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of the rising star of the ninja world dying in the hands of the old man!" Kanzo's smile was hideous and terrifying, as if he was so excited that his whole body trembled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be soaked in blood.

Looking at this middle-aged man who was in a state of madness, Mingyu was terrified in his heart.

He understands that this is a guy who has no hope for his future and life, and a pervert who hates good things and wants to be happy by destroying other people's futures!

Kanzang grabbed Mingyu's arm tightly with both hands, and each made a seal.

"One-handed seal? no, isn't it, to inspire chakra?" Mingyu was taken aback again.

A cruel smile appeared in Kanzang's mouth: "Remorse, resent, hate, and die!"

After two secret techniques, the black feathers on Kanzang's body were a little sparse, but his body was still densely decorated with countless black feathers, and at this time, all the black feathers on his body stood up, like an iron-haired rooster, and the tip of the spire flashed with a shimmering cold light.

Under the black feathers, the blue light of Chakra faintly appeared, and with a loud shout from Kanzang, countless black feathers all over the body suddenly shot out.

"Mystic - Demon Feather Scroll!"

With Mingyu's body as the center, countless black feathers were swirling, all tilting on him.

His forehead, white shirt, and black trousers were all reduced to pieces, and not only that, but his whole body was shot into a hornet's nest, with thousands of holes, flesh and blood blurred, and bones broken inch by inch.

His slender, healthy, beautiful body had turned into a messy and fragmented pile of flesh and blood that had broken white bone sticks.

The only thing that would have been preserved was his skull, the short, thick, soft, glossy hair of the past, degraded and mixed with blood, dust, and sewage.

Look at the handsome face, the mouth stained red with blood, the cheeks that are gradually losing their vitality and blood, the open nostrils, and the raised eyebrows...... Tsk, what a wonderful expression, as if every hair, every vein, every piece of skin, is full of despair and horror before death.

Of course, the most important thing is those blood-red eyes, not only because they are writing wheels, but also because they are the windows of the soul.

The most wonderful thing about killing people is not the thrill of the moment when the sword pierces the flesh, but the fact that you can gaze into the eyes of the deceased afterwards, which is to quietly appreciate the exquisite work of art done by your own hands. Moreover, through those empty eyes, Kanzo seemed to be able to see the gates of hell.

The hideous look on Kanzang's face disappeared, replaced by intoxication, and he slowly stretched out his hand and stretched out his writing wheel eyes that were wide open before Mingyu died.

He hesitated, as if he couldn't bear to destroy his artwork, but finally pressed his hand.

Just as he was about to dig out the writing wheel eye, suddenly, a loud cry exploded in his ears like thunder: "Lord Kanzang, be careful!"

The world in front of him shattered, and between the fragments, he saw a flickering blue light again.

This time, it was as if he had seen the figure of death.

Kanzang hit a spirit, between the lightning and the fire, and subconsciously moved his body to avoid the thunder.

With a "stab", the black trench coat shattered, blood splattered, and an arm flew up.

Looking at the broken arm flying in the air, Kanzang lost his mind.

Swords clashed, sparks splashed, metal clash was heard, followed by howling flames and roaring waves. Kanzo was held away from the battle by the two of them, Dong and Daigo.

The flames were extinguished, the waves subsided, and Yohei and Shugo were on the road with a dozen ninjas, while Mingyu, Nagato, Yahiko, and Konan confronted them.

"Are you okay? Mingyu!" Xiao Nan hugged Mingyu and said with concern.

Mingyu took a few breaths, shook his head, and secretly said that it was a pity, this was a rare opportunity, but he didn't kill Kanzang.

"I'll just say it's going to be fine!" said Yahiko, laughing, looking tired and radiant.

Nagato looked at Mingyu and smiled slightly.

Xiao Nan stretched out her hand, and several pieces of white paper flew out of her body and stuck to Mingyu's wound.

Mingyu thanked him, stood up straight, and frowned at the group of rain ninjas in front of him, now that he has little chakra left, and then look at the three of Nagato, they have reached the limit, and I am afraid that they will not be able to continue fighting.

Ignoring the bloody wounds, Kanzang forced his subordinates to help him up, and struggled, "When did you cast the illusion?"

Mingyu smiled slightly and said, "You have lived for so many years, don't you know the rules when fighting with the people of the Uchiha clan?"

When he was grabbed by both hands, Mingyu had already thought of a way out in his heart, and when he listened to Kanzang tell the secret, he took advantage of his carelessness and cast an illusion on him with the help of the writing wheel eye.

"It turned out to be that time. "Kanzang crouched on the shoulders of his subordinates, his face was extremely ugly, people often get carried away when they are proud, and they are most likely to be negligent, he actually forgot the taboo of not looking at each other with the writing wheel!

"Kanzo-sama, your wounds!" Yohei said worriedly.

Blood poured out of Kanzang's severed arm as if he didn't want money, and due to excessive blood loss, Kanzang's eyes were already a little blurry.

Although he is unwilling, but with his own group of subordinates, I am afraid it will be difficult to catch this group of powerful imps, and it is important to find a place to heal and save his life now.

Kanzang tried his best to open his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Little ghost, next time I must break your body into ten thousand pieces to avenge the broken arm!"

Mingyu smiled contemptuously and said, "Next time, what Chidori cuts is no longer your right arm, but your neck." ”

Kanzang gritted his teeth, as if he used the last trace to squeeze out the word from his throat: "Withdraw!"

A dry rain ninja responded, and the two threw smoke bombs.

"Gale Palm!"

Nagato clasped his palms together, and the wind blew swiftly, blowing away the smoke, and the figures of the rain ninjas had disappeared without a trace.

Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were dark, his body was weak, and he fell.

"Mingyu!" Xiao Nan exclaimed. (To be continued.) )