"Whoa", Makoto punched out with his left fist, and the huge puppet in front of him turned into fragments in the sky as if it were devastated, and his right hand followed, the long knife slashed obliquely, and the unavoidable puppeteer let out a shout, and the sound crossed the gray sky, and then stopped abruptly.

Nineteen.

He pulled out the metal forehead guard that the sand shinobi tied to his forehead, touched the ground with his feet, and Makoto disappeared in place.

This is a sand ninja elite, even in the busy battlefield, he is still keenly aware of Makoto's instantaneous technique, the little finger of his left hand swayed lightly, and the chakra line that was originally hidden in the shadows suddenly straightened, lifting, on the ground within two meters of him, sand and dust were raised, and a row of snow-bright blades turned out of the soil, neatly standing in Makoto's inevitable path.

Unfortunately, his puppets are all besieging Yoshiro from the sidelines, and although he has this last mechanism to protect himself, when a puppeteer has to use a makeshift mechanism to protect himself, it also means that he has exhausted his skills.

Kankan stopped in front of the wall of knives, Makoto jumped up slightly, and before the puppets who were desperately rushing back arrived, he overturned their masters in two moves.

Rumble!

The last sand shinobi finally collapsed, detonated all of his puppets, and turned and fled in the sudden appearance of a large amount of toxic smoke.

But it only made it easier for Makoto to kill him, and Makotoma's eyes made Makoto easily lock his trajectory, and instantly caught up from behind, and Sanshinobu didn't have any chance to react, and was pierced through the throat by a sharp long blade from behind.

Twenty.

The knife was drawn from his neck, and blood splattered from the wound with a soft "snort". Makoto frowned, letting his trench coat be splashed with blood, and with a slight pick of the tip of the knife, the forehead guard of the sand ninja fell on his hand.

It was originally a red trench coat, but the color has become a little darker. After the continuous use of a large number of strange power techniques and Muji ninjutsu, he is really a little soft now, and he has no heart or leisure to maintain personal hygiene.

As far as the eye could see, the surrounding area was littered with broken parts, mechanisms, joints, blades, and a few puddles of blood splashed on the earthy rocks, all of which of course came from the ninjas of the sand ninja puppet army strewn across the ground.

Stepping over those corpses, Fu Yue approached, the puppet explosion just now made him look a little embarrassed, and the expression on his face was also not good: "Makoto, it's already the fourth wave in such a short period of time. ”

The ninja uniform on his body has long been untidy, dust, bloodstains, and traces of sharp blade cuts, but fortunately, Fugaku's condition is still quite good, thanks to the powerful antidote issued before the war, otherwise, without the support of this kind of potion that can temporarily and forcefully suppress common toxins, in this kind of war of attrition, no one is the opponent of the sand ninja who is good at **.

Makoto nodded and said with a smile, "It seems that there are many more sand ninjas than rain ninjas." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, a few drops of rain wet his palm, the cumulonimbus cloud had been pressing on the horizon for a long time, but it was like squeezing from cotton, and the rain was so scarce that people felt pitiful.

"Once it rains, the combat power of the rain ninjas will be able to be brought into play...... That's probably why they don't show up. ”

Fu Yue's expression was very serious, he looked back at the other two teammates, and said in a low voice:

"Yoshiro, Shuto, how are you, can you still hold on?"

Yoshiro was lying on his back, the battle just now really consumed his last bit of strength, the number of enemies originally had a great advantage, and it was the sand ninja puppet troops who were the best at positional warfare, even if it was the writing wheel eye of the Megatron Ninja Realm, it was not a pleasant task to find out the puppeteer hidden in the shadows from the battlefield full of puppets and mechanisms.

Anyway, they survived.

The condition of the Shuren next to him looked better than that of Yoshiro who collapsed to the ground, and he struggled to support his upper body and responded to Fugaku: "Thanks to the cover of the two adults...... I'm fine, but I don't have the strength to fight anymore for the time being. ”

Fu Yue looked at Makoto, Makoto nodded at him, and said: "Let's transfer it for the time being, there should be no enemies within a few miles nearby, however, the enemies farther away will gather at any time, you use the Soldier Food Pill to replenish the state first, Fu Yue, the two of us will take them to transfer." ”

Fugaku nodded in agreement, walked over, and carried Yoshiro on his back.

Makoto glanced up at the sky.

Through the thick clouds, it was impossible to see where the sun had reached the sky, but the dim light of the sky signaled the arrival of dusk. If this situation continues, we will soon usher in a dark night where we can't see our fingers.

That means, a good time to kill.

The boy's blood-red pupils twitched, feeling the distinct sensations of clarity and gloom coming from his eyes.

Even a ninja can't see anything without any light.

The pupil technique, on the other hand, is a special, vision-like sense developed by the induction of chakra.

At this time, in vision, the sunlight is already extremely dark, and the peaks, rocks, and human figures are all painted with a layer of gray, because the sunlight is so dim that the surface of the object can no longer reflect the luminosity that is enough for the eye to distinguish their colors.

But in another special kind of "vision", Fugaku, Yoshiro, and Shuren are emitting a brilliant humanoid light, which is not a color that sunlight can scatter, the unique color of "Chakra".

In a gloomy world, the contrast of the light was so strong that Makoto had to squint his eyes slightly.

His eyelids slightly obscured the blood in his eyes, a movement that made him look restless and excited.

Twenty-one.

The forehead guard that he hadn't had time to take off in order to chase down the guy who almost ran away, Makoto put it in his bag with satisfaction, picked up the cultivator on the side, and threw him on his back.

"Let's go, Fugaku."

When they don't have time to dispose of enemy corpses, removing and collecting enemy forehead guards is a hobby for some ninjas to show off their exploits.

Cheng didn't have this leisure before, but this time it was himself who was assessed by the family, and there was no evidence of some real materials, so it was not easy to explain.

Although this gave him a sense of dislocation when he was playing an online game in his previous life, he received a novice task such as "collecting 20 wild boar skins", and the feeling of peeling something from a corpse was, to be honest, a little disgusting.

He took out a soldier food pill from his ninja bag and stuffed it into his mouth, and Makoto pointed in a random direction and said, "Let's go here." ”

Do you want to move forward...... Fu Yue's face tightened, and he couldn't help but think of his father's instructions to him before he came, he licked the small protrusions on his back molars, and then silently followed.