The White Eye doesn't keep open, so the most dangerous time for their team on a winter night is when Hinata Snow stops using White Eye, but that's enough, at least Hinata Snow isn't doing a good job of scouting.

There was no section of the itinerary worth paying attention to, and Hinata Xue, who walked in the front, followed the smoke who met last night, and the occasional conversation between the two was very relaxed.

It was so calm that it was close to noon, when the caravan at the front was stopped by the standing Hyuga Snow before the mountain stream that was about to pass.

"Appeared?" Compared to the winter night when he stayed where he was, Mitarai took the lead in rushing towards Hinatayuki, and the same idea was conveyed between his eyes and words.

"There are no ninjas." Hinata Yuki's brows furrowed slightly because of Mito's actions, and then she didn't care anymore.

Stayed there for some time, and just when the person in charge of the caravan thought that it was Hinata's mistake, he finally realized that he might have been exposed to the mountain bandits, and with a bang, a huge boulder the size of a room fell, and with a bang, it had blocked the exit of the mountain stream in front of him.

The dense crowd had already completed a certain degree of encirclement of the caravan in the shortest possible time, and at least only a small part of them could escape from the encirclement if they were to run back.

"What a coincidence!" Mitarai's playful gaze skimmed over the winter night as he stood still, as if recalling the first killing, and the madman of that night still lives in his memory.

"I'm not going to show mercy anymore." Hinata Xue's face did not hesitate for the first time, that night's baptism was enough for her, indifferent? The equivalence of life seemed to her to be such an emotional response.

"Leave your goods, and I will spare you." The head of the big man, beard, scar face, rugged appearance can be called vicious.

It's not that he didn't see Hinata Snow and Mitarai at the front, but the most essential idea may be the same ignorance as most people, thinking that being young is the so-called weak, and this standard sometimes seems to be really just a pitiful delusion of the weak.

The convoy may have fewer people than the bandits, but with the three ninjas of Winter Night and the hidden Orochimaru, the bandits in front of them are not enough to see at all.

"I'll get rid of him first." After all, ninjas are more assassination-oriented existences, and choosing the simplest way of engagement is not only a manifestation of personal wisdom, but also a manifestation of ninja quality.

"Until then, I'll take care of the rest." Hinata Yuki held smoke behind him, and asked him to return to the caravan with a gestured gaze.

"Shoot the arrows!" The bearded guy decisively shouted that the existence of bows and crossbows was also a minority for bandits, but long-range attacks were still full of threats.

"Tu Dun - Tu Liu Wall!" The huge earthen wall that stood in front of him was terrifying, and although it could not stop the stinky water from the rushing sewers, it was the best defense against a limited number of bows and arrows.

"I'm on." Leaving a word, Mitarai had already sprinted out from the corner of the earthen wall with an excited look on his face, and his dash would be the signal for the real start of the battle during the period when the opponent was not ready for the second wave of arrows.

"Earth Escape-Earth Dragon Bullet!" On the way to run, he sealed at the same time, and instead of waiting for the second wave of prepared bows and arrows to be fired, he alone vented his powerful firepower.

The fragile flesh could not resist the beating of the earth and stones, and the mixture of red, red, white and white dripped down on the path of Mitarai's cleansing, and then was ruthlessly trampled and completely ignored by him, and the target of those eyes full of murderous intent remained unchanged.

"The people of the caravan are on both sides, winter night, the enemy behind you will be handed over to you, and I will accompany you to support." For Hinata Yuki, who took command in an instant, and Mitari, who also did not listen to the command but made the correct judgment of the assassination of a single soldier, Winter Night did not show the idea of resistance.

With the body moving backwards, the enemies included in the sight are counted in the range of his attack, and the encirclement continues to expand, and the enemies in the rear are not easier than in either direction.

The tip of the kunai provoked by his backhand was inserted into his throat at close range, looking at the other party's expression of fear, and the low height compared to an adult was both a realistic disadvantage, but it also had an equal advantage for a winter night.

In the chaotic battle of the crowd, the unorganized mountain bandits, due to their different fighting methods and battle ranges, led to the distance between each other deliberately isolated Kailai.

The experience of the previous killing is still in the memory, as long as you take the initiative to initiate hand-to-hand combat, then the thin winter night will actually only fight with the same person every time.

And the killing of one person with one hit, the slow accumulation of the number will be a real killing hell.

A long time of killing will stain the blood to the bitter top, and the blood will create the lubrication of the palm, which will lead to the inadvertent release of the weapon at a certain moment, so in the process of fighting, snatching and recovering the opponent's weapon is a detail.

Broadsword? The length is sufficient, but the attack method is only chopping, and it can't be an offensive that kills with one hit, that is, the weapon that abandons his original combat method, and after trying to look back and cut off the bodies of several people, Winter Night abandons the savage weapon.

Short dagger? At one moment, a sharp attack touched a sense of danger, and the moment of the winter night turned sideways, it passed in front of a guy who couldn't stop his body.

Shaking hands, backhooking, smashing wrists, the dagger that was instantly taken off fell into the right hand that had been prepared for a long time, and the backhand was held horizontally and pulled sideways, and the blow that completely sank into the heart took away another life.

Poof!

The dagger that easily slipped out of his body showed off his sharpness, and coupled with the right amount of length, the feeling of taking advantage of it made Winter Night vaguely determine the weapon he wanted to try.

The weird angle of the move, the invincible speed of the shot, and the accuracy and ruthlessness of the one-hit kill, compared to the persistent killing of the bearded Mitarai, and the rational maintenance of the caravan Hinatayuki, he has become the one who kills the most.

The members of the caravan who noticed this inadvertently began to keep a safer distance from him.

The killing machine is still repeating the only action, the killing flower is blooming at all times, fighting, fighting, and having the power to resist, and sure enough, it's real, it's exciting, and I may have fallen in love with the ninja profession.

When in the amazed eyes of everyone, you can solve the leader of the other party alone, even if you stand there, no one dares to approach, no one dares to attack, that moment, it only takes a moment, if that moment comes, that is when you are obsessed with your own work.

At this moment, Mitarai has suffered a real transformation after leaving the ninja school, just like the winter night of that night of killing.

There is another person who has the same experience as him, a woman, in the ninja world, no, in any world, women are weak compared to men, so, the Hyuga clan is separated, the genius of female ninjas!

The psychological pressure created by the superposition of the titles of two equal weaklings, the pressure that is real but never perceived, at this moment, at least as a ninja, the moment when she tries her best to complete the task and kills as much as she can, she is at least relaxed, because she forgets about the pressure and devotes herself to the task!

The change is spreading like the infection of a cold, and like Mitarai, she is also undergoing a transformation at this moment, experiencing the transformation from a female ninja of the Hyuga clan to a simple ninja.

The battle came to an end as a result of the embarrassed retreat of one side, and from beginning to end, Orochimaru, who believed in the strength of the three people, did not make a move, and the people of the caravan were not killed because of their good cooperation, although some of them were seriously injured, but there were no unlucky ghosts who died.

This result was undoubtedly the best, even a bit unexpected.