On one side of the branch, the man with the long stick behind his back was watching it all with interest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He looked at Yasui's fighting style and couldn't help but sneer: "Yasui, Yamizu, you're just ...... like that"

However, Yamizu, who was in the middle of the battle, didn't seem to notice another person like this nearby. His kaleidoscope writing wheels that could see everyone's chakra meridians were momentarily like they had crashed.

On the battlefield, the corpses of the Confederate soldiers were piled up like a hill. Yamizu dusted off his body and walked slowly to the commander of the team, the strongest of these allies and the last survivor, and if he was killed, the battle would be over.

The commander sat down on the ground in fright, and he couldn't accept that the man in front of him had killed all the troops of 10,000 men without a single blood on his clothes. This is no longer the strength that a normal person should have.

Yamizu cut the last cut mercilessly. He unsheathed the saber from the commander's waist, and years of experience in melee combat had taught Yasui that the knife seemed to be a good thing.

When this knife is in the hand, it is obviously heavier than other knives, so it should be that the material of this knife is better than that of ordinary knives. The weight of the knife is a very important thing for a swordsman, and every swordsman's dream is to find a knife that has the exact same weight and feel as he thinks.

Yasui is not a swordsman, and he does not have a deep study of swords. He just thought that this knife was very sinister, so he took it down as a trophy.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

While Yasui was carefully examining the sword, a man not far away jumped from the branch of the barren tree with a long stick behind his back and applauded.

"You're Yasui? Uchiha Yasui? The man asked, jumping off the branch.

"That's right." Yamizu flung the saber aside and looked at the man in front of him first.

There seems to be something wrong with Yasui's writing wheel, and the pair of writing wheels are not able to see the chakra meridians on this man's body clearly. Instead, Yamizu's instinct was to warn himself that this man was not on the same level as the other Allied soldiers, if he had to use the number as a proportion. Then this man with a long stick on his back is equivalent to about 30,000 allies.

"Consciousness is good." The man saw Yasui's subconscious vigilance, and praised Yasui a few words: "I am from the dark part of the root organization, and I am here to take your life." ”

"Still, such words seem to have nothing to say to a dying man." By the time the man said this, he had already come to Yasui's side. It's so fast that it can't even be captured by the Writing Wheel Eye.

Yamizu knew that the strength of the person in front of him was not ordinary, and since he said that he was from the root organization, then he was his enemy. took out the kunai.,Subconsciously stabbed at the dark part that came to him.,But Yasui stabbed the blow with all his strength.,It only pounced.。

"I'm here." The dark part didn't know when it had appeared behind Yasui, and its speed was far above Yasui.

The dark part untied the long stick on his back and poked it at Yasui. Yasui hurriedly blocked the poke with a wooden escape, resisting most of the long stick's strength. But the remaining power of this blow was enough to knock Yasui dozens of meters away.

"Eight Doors Dunjia: Open the door, open it!"