At the moment when the puppet was about to approach everyone, in the small sand nest, Fujiwara Hatsu and the ninjas of the Yamanaka clan seemed to be like ants in a frying pan, turning into countless black shadows and scattering in the desert. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After retreating a certain distance and standing still, the man with a rape-faced face in the Samurai Group of the Wind Nation also stepped out.

After walking up to his puppet, he glanced at Fujiwara and the others in front of him with eyes like looking at ants, and a little playful smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Is it just you miscellaneous fish?" ”

"Withdraw." Without being verbose with the man in front of him, Fujiwara Hatsu only said one word, and then everyone stepped back without hesitation.

But the moment they turned around, they found that among the surrounding yellow sand, six or seven more puppets came out of the ground with sand and dust on their bodies, surrounding everyone in the middle.

"Be careful, it's a ninja." The leader of the Yamanaka clan glanced at the fingers of the man with oil paint on his face, and after saying to his companions, he immediately took out the kun unguarded in the ninja bag behind him.

"Don't hesitate to wait a while, run straight after I do it." Fujiwara Chu's eyes stared at the man in front of him, and after finishing speaking, Fujiwara Chu's feet suddenly exerted force, and a burst of yellow sand rose in the sky, and Fujiwara Chu also disappeared from everyone's sight!

Seeing Fujiwara Hatsu disappearing, the man with oil paint on his face subconsciously controlled the puppet and rushed towards the ninja of the Yamanaka family who wanted to escape.

However, without even jumping up, these puppets were all torn apart by an invisible force in an instant!

All the chaotic crashes were so dense that they sounded as if they were just a single sound.

It wasn't until the puppets turned into countless fragmented parts that they scattered and fell around, and the man with oil paint on his face suddenly realized.

So fast!

Before this thought fell, a very bad feeling once again appeared in his heart.

That's the kind that only happens when you're dying in countless battles.。。

The feeling of imminent death.

Unable to catch where the attack came from or the trajectory of the attack, the man with his face covered in oil paint could only quietly put his hands behind his back, and then quietly began to seal.

In the midst of small movements that were imperceptible to others, the man with oil paint on his face hid his body on the puppet he was carrying behind him.

But at this moment, Fujiwara's attack also followed.

When Fujiwara Hatsu appeared in front of him, the man with oil paint on his face opened his eyes angrily and suddenly shouted.

Suddenly a puppet covered in iron skin appeared from under his feet, swallowing all the men with oil paint on their faces.

After a crisp hissing sound, Fujiwara Hatsu seemed to be like a ghost, turned in a strange arc, returned to his original position, and did not hesitate to turn around and chase after his companion.

Once again, peace was restored to the barren land.

After another dozen breaths, the samurai group behind was late.

Looking at the wooden tin puppet motionless, these people looked at each other, and for a moment no one knew what to do.

A samurai who seemed to be the leader walked out of the crowd, approached the tin puppet, carefully reached out and tapped the tin puppet, and then said in a loud voice, "My lord, the enemy is gone." ”

But there was still no movement among the tin puppets.

The leader of the samurai group waited for a while, but suddenly noticed that there was a slender crack on the side of the iron puppet.

Without careful inspection, this tiny crack can easily be overlooked.

With a little curiosity, the leader of the samurai group reached out and touched the gap, and as soon as his finger touched the iron sheet, he felt a tingling pain in his finger.

He took his hand away as if he had been electrocuted, only to find that a slender and deep wound had appeared on his finger!

How so? The samurai leader was surprised when he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting in a trembling voice.

"You, look!"

was shouted by that person, and the person standing next to him also subconsciously looked at him along the point of his finger.

The soil under the Iron Arm puppet has already been dyed bright red at some point!

At the bottom of the Iron Arm golem, a little sticky blood dripped down the edge of the steel skin.

"Your Excellency is injured! Get him out of here! The samurai who took the lead hurriedly shouted as soon as he found the bloodstains.

At the same time, he drew his katana, plunged into the edge of the slit and began to pry hard.

Everyone tossed around for a long time before they finally opened the iron puppet along the crack.

But when everyone rushed to the breach, the sight inside the tin golem made everyone feel as if their hearts were cold.

Inside the tin puppet, the man with oil paint on his face had long since lost his original appearance, and the entire inside of the puppet was full of fragments of minced flesh and stumps, as if a large meat grinder had been placed inside.

Not to mention the corpses, even the larger pieces of meat can't be seen.

"What the hell is going on?" The samurai who took the lead muttered softly to himself.

The tin golem is covered in dense slash marks, but no one can explain how these slash marks appeared inside the puppet.

In the midst of this eerie silence, it was as if a pair of invisible hands were clinging to the hearts of everyone present.

I didn't see the means of attack, and I didn't see how it was attacked, and the moment the puppet was cut into parts, the adult hiding in the puppet was directly torn to pieces by unknown means.

Driven by this panicked emotion, a word was born in everyone's hearts.

That is, escape.

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At this time, Fujiwara Hatsu, who had already run away, was like the same dead dog, and was supported by the ninjas of the Yamanaka family to move forward in the yellow sand.

"How are you now?" One of the Yamanaka family ninjas who was holding Fujiwara Hatsu asked aloud.

"I don't know." Fujiwara replied weakly.

"And what happened to that man? Dead? The ninja of the Yamanaka family continued to ask.

"I don't know." Fujiwara replied weakly.

"We've been exposed now, if we want to continue stealing those people's equipment, then it's very likely that those vigilant samurai will be discovered, and there are ninjas among them, should we send someone back to report to Lord Xiaobai?" The ninja of the Yamanaka family continued to ask.

"I don't know." Fujiwara replied weakly.

"Tsk." The man from the Yamanaka family frowned, looked at Fujiwara Hatsu and said angrily, "You are now the captain of our squad, can you say something constructive?!" ”

"Whew." Fujiwara Chu tilted his head and fell asleep directly.