Konoha stood alone on the side of the road, helplessly pressing his chest. The blood beads on his neck had long since dried up, and the ghoul appeared just in time, and the dagger was stopped just as soon as it cut through the skin!

He didn't understand why the ghouls wanted to save him, the ghouls were like his cold father in his eyes, a great ninja and a cruel leader.

He has always believed in the invincibility of ninjas, and the ninja who fails will have to pay for his mistakes, of course, very simply, that is, to pay for his life.

In fact, he has long been tired of life, and he is always trapped in that cage without any popularity, like a bird trapped in a cage, he can only look helplessly at the blue sky, fluttering his wings but unable to go anywhere.

Now he watched like a passerby as a grand movie unfolded, and the ghouls slammed into the nighthawks struggling in the storm like a gray storm.

Nighthawk is like an old captain who has encountered a hurricane, and every time he swings his powerful arms, he is trying to survive and gain a greater turnaround, but the ghoul is so powerful that even if he tries hard, it will be useless.

Tears swirled in Konoha's eyes, he didn't want to kill, and he could feel the kindness that Nighthawk brought. But now he is standing here and doesn't know where to go, because the person who is killing people is the closest person in the world.

Rumble! Nighthawk was hit ten times with a ferocious blow, and there were even clear fist marks on his chest. The power of the ghouls is amazing, as if the machine is smashing at a human.

Nighthawk flew involuntarily, he couldn't remember how many times he had flown up, and his head felt like it was going to be blown open, and it hurt uncomfortably.

The hard, steel-like body was about to melt, and the ghoul was like a fiery steel furnace, and the burning body was about to melt everything he saw.

Nighthawk fell to the ground with a bang, blood flowing like a river from the corners of his mouth. He slowly straightened up, until now, he hadn't even succeeded in a powerful counterattack, and the ghoul's terrifying attack was like a machine with full power, and he didn't even have time to blink an eyelid.

The ghoul watched silently as Nighthawk slowly rose and fell, his chest rising and falling. Nighthawk was now like a piece of scrap from a garbage heap, filthy and clean.

But the ghoul himself was panting, and his shock was no less than that of the Nighthawk. Just now, he used almost all his strength, and in an instant, he struck Nighthawk no less than thirty punches. It was supposed to be a real piece of steel that should have been shattered, but Nighthawk was just like no one, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"You're really scary, no wonder so many people are dying at your hands. Everyone fears you and calls you a tiger from the East, and now I believe that you are not only a tiger, but also a tiger with extraordinary vitality. The ghoul also had to move, he no longer had the strength to continue fighting, and took advantage of the gap where both sides were prying for a good rest.

Nighthawk slowly wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the pill changed the structure of his body, and his ability to restore fù was extraordinarily powerful. He could even feel the hot wound healing at an accelerated pace, and the sound of blood flowing in the veins was so clear, like listening quietly by a river.

The five terrible blood holes in his chest had stopped bleeding, and the speed that was visible was recovering rapidly. New tissue covered the wound, and the tender flesh came with hope like a newborn baby.

But the ghouls' attack was so powerful that the body was recovering, but the pain was not alleviated in the slightest. He now has a pain in his heart when he moves.

The right hand was still tightly holding the Decepticon, and a fiery feeling slowly passed through the palm of the hand and slowly spread like a whole body. It was the temperature of the Decepticon, it was too familiar, and every time a crisis came, it felt like this.

Grabbing the Decepticon, Nighthawk is like grasping hope. He remembered a lot, and even when his mind was dizzy, there was so much hope that he was reluctant to fall like this. He has to stand up, no matter how strong the opponent is, only standing is a real warrior. This is also the truth handed over to him by the countless opponents he has defeated.

The tall figure slowly stood in front of him, and the ghoul looked at the man whose upper body was bathed in blood in disbelief. He is the king of the ninja world, the supreme authority, and under his majesty, no one has yet been able to stand up after such a blow. If there really is such a person, it is already beyond all the boundaries of human understanding, and he is a god-like being.

Nighthawk sneered at the ghoul with his knife and sneered, "Are you a ninja or a lackey of the Emperor?" ”

The ghoul was stunned, and all the previous rhythms were firmly controlled by him. Nighthawk's every footstep and every movement followed his routine. Now Nighthawk was asking him questions, and he was asking such questions.

"What do you say? What do you mean? The ghoul asked.

"I mean, you're coming to duel me as a warrior, or as you say, the king of the ninja world. Or as a victim of power, a lackey on the Emperor's path to achieving his ambitions came to challenge me. Because I'm going to kill you, and your answer will determine how I'm going to kill you. The ghoul wanted to laugh, but there wasn't much extra air left in his lungs to support his big rhythm of wasteful body. He was actually very old, and he was dying, and if it weren't for the Nighthawk, he would never have appeared. His shriveled face showed hideous bones, like a dried corpse.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? You're a failed fellow, you're like a dog in front of me, and you want to kill me, you're ridiculous. The ghoul sneered and shook his head: "I forgive you for your ignorance and rudeness to me, there is no need to be so particular about a dead man." "Really?" Nighthawk laughed, and the Decepticon was raised again. The ghoul suddenly felt a flame so strong that it could even bake a furnace hit itself. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, like roasting all the shriveled skin into a flying powder.

"Then let you see how fierce the Oriental Tiger in other people's mouths is." In the midst of wild laughter, the human swords merged, and Nighthawk swung the red-glowing Decepticon and slashed at the ghouls.

The firelight enveloped all the retreats around the ghouls, and the air seemed to be burned by the fierce fire of the Decepticon, and the water vapor was rapidly evaporating, and for a while it seemed to be living in the deepest part of the desert, and even taking a moist breath was so luxurious.

The ghoul roared angrily, and the whole person turned into a rapid gray whirlwind. He escaped the flames again, and the overwhelming red flames illuminated his eyes, burning his internal organs, desperately evacuating his shriveled body from what little life he had left.

The ghoul was horrified to find that the man he was about to kill contained such a powerful force. Strong enough to kill yourself with a single knife at any time.

Or take this is his ultimate strength, only one knife, one knife is enough.

The true qi of Nighthawk's whole body was concentrated in this peerless sword, and the heavens and the earth lost color, covering the sky, and turning the heavens and the earth into a fiery red. Konoha squatting on the side of the road had all his eyes covered in this fiery red, and the ghoul was like a poor flying insect that could escape from bad luck, desperately flapping its wings to escape from danger, but the red had covered all his retreats, and he had no way to escape.

"Now you should know how terrible the Chinese people are." Nighthawk's speed was so fast that the Decepticon slammed into the ghoul's outstretched hands.

Although his hands were as hard as steel, in a split second, all ten long nails shattered, and the ghoul spat out a mouthful of blood like a dried corpse.

Suddenly, his body lightened, as if he had gone through a dream, and when he saw his surroundings clearly, he was already standing on the other side of the road. Nighthawk, as terrifying as the ghosts and gods, was still standing across the road.

His hand spasmed involuntarily, and he looked weakly at Konoha who was smiling happily beside him. It was Konoha who saved his life with the illusion given to him by God at the most critical moment.

"Uncle, you can't die. Without my father, I actually look at you the same way I treat you. Konoha smiled gently, a happy smile in the corner of his eyes.

In the distance, MONOCULUS was defeated by the combined attack of Onihand and Matsumoto. In addition, there were also military thorns and yaksha with pistols watching beside him, so he had no choice but to retreat to the ghoul's side.

Hit hard, the ghoul's hands swollen like straw growing rapidly in the wind. He was supported by Konoha and stared at the Nighthawk on the opposite road.

Nighthawk was also looking at him coldly: "Can you answer my question just now?" ”

The ghoul gritted his teeth, he had changed from the attitude of a victor to a loser now, and it was useless to hold on to Qinggao.

"We are ninjas and slaves of the Emperor, and our lives were born for the Emperor, and we are servants of the Emperor, so I can't answer your question. If you have to think about it, think we're lackeys. As servants, we are willing to be lackeys in front of the Emperor's door. The ghoul replied in a loud voice.

"It's quite backbone, like a man." Nighthawk is pressing towards the three ninjas step by step, and today has reached this point, and a winner must be decided, otherwise these ninjas will be pestering them without playing.

"Big brother, let's go." Konoha faintly looked at the Demon Eye who was about to continue fighting, and then smiled and said to the angry Nighthawk, "Thank you for not killing me, but we're leaving!" I hope that in the future, we will never be enemies again. Nighthawk only felt a clear picture flashing through his mind, and when he opened his eyes, the three people on the other side had disappeared.

Only the wind blew gently around me, as if it was a dream, a very unreal dream.

"Captain, are you just letting them go?" The military thorn ran over, unwillingly looking around, Konoha's illusion was too powerful, confusing everyone.

"It's not over yet!" Nighthawk snorted coldly: "Our general attack is about to begin!" ”