"And, even if we catch up, will we be able to save the moon? The strength is not as good as people, rushing up is just to deliver food to people, death is not terrible, but it is really not a good idea to send death like this. ”

The voice was cold, but it didn't mean much rebuke.

You can't blame Fuyue for watching people cook, the world is like this, the identity of the rope tree is here, like a big candle in the dark night, it is quite invisible, in view of the identity of the rope tree, Fuyue is also as patient as possible to explain, but Uchiha, Wen Yan also sounds cold.

And in all fairness, Fu Yue didn't want to hear the bad news of Guanyue, he didn't care about the identity of the Vortex clan, but the identity of Shuomao's disciple couldn't be taken seriously, if he could, he also wanted to save Guanyue back, and the anger of Konoha White Fang was not easy to bear.

It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, the wood is already in the boat, and he is powerless to reverse it, and he can only ask for more blessings for the moon.

Rope tree's enthusiasm against Fu Yue's already sharp wrist, unexpectedly sunk, after reorganizing the morale of the team, Fu Yue led everyone to continue to hurry, but, missing the eyes and ears of the moon, only relying on the perception ninjutsu of the rest of the people, the team's marching speed was greatly slowed down.

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In the mountains, Guanyue didn't know that the rope tree had an emotional outburst for himself, but even if he knew, he didn't have time to care.

Guanyue tried his best and tried his best, but he was still embarrassed by Xiong Saburo.

The bruises were not enough to describe his current misery, those small wounds could heal in the blink of an eye, but it was this that caused him more pain.

After Xiong Saburo witnessed Guanyue's self-healing ability, his will became even stronger, and he made up his mind to catch Guanyue, and it was precisely because of Guanyue's self-healing ability that he had a little less scruples when he made a move.

Only this seventy or eighty percent of the strength made Guanyue cry bitterly, and once again understood with his body, there is a world of difference between the upper ninja and the upper ninja, and the cloud ninja who died under his knife is not worthy of the big turban sand ninja in front of him. It's the same forbearance, but it's the difference between cloud and mud.

Xiong Saburo didn't make any powerful moves, but just used the changes in the nature of physical skills and wind escape, and the two were in harmony to watch the moon and be full of heads.

The so-called upper ninjutsu,It's not simply a matter of releasing powerful ninjutsu to be eligible for it.,Mastering high-level ninjutsu is just a key point in the upper ninja assessment.,Be able to play ordinary、Simple ninjutsu out of tricks.,To achieve the effect of not inferior to the use of high-level ninjutsu.,This is a first-class ninja.。

And Shangnin, like Xiong Saburo, who has cultivated the Wind Escape Technique to the peak of the realm, has both a solid and experienced physical skills, and is the best in the Shangnin, which is extraordinary.

In addition to the existence of people like White Fang, a master like Xiong Saburo is already a top-notch figure in the major ninja villages, after all, there are only a handful of masters like White Fang, and only one or two may appear in more than ten years, such as the yellow flash in the future, after White Fang, he is also a person who can suppress the ninja world with his own strength.

"Little one, don't hold on, go with me obediently, so as not to suffer."

Xiong Saburo pressed forward step by step, and still had time to open his mouth to persuade him, looking at the moon as if he was appreciating a supreme treasure.

"Ha, what a stupid thing to say, there is no one in Konoha who surrenders without a fight!!"

"Huh? You still have the strength to speak, it seems that you don't have enough pressure! ”

The howling sound of the wind suddenly added three points of sharpness, shook the short knife, and the palm knife that poked out like lightning pierced through Guanyue's left abdomen, and a piece of intestine flew out from behind, quickly losing heat in the torrential rain, and falling into a puddle.

Xiong Saburo felt the smooth and familiar touch of his fingertips, the taste of fresh blood was still so obsessive, and a happy smile appeared on his furry face.

"How is it, little ghost, are you going to go with me obediently, or are you going to be beaten half to death by me?"

Xiong Saburo's right hand was inserted into Guanyue's abdomen, and his left hand grabbed Guanyue's right arm, and he asked with a cruel smile.

At this point, the victory and defeat are already clear, it should be said that it is incredible that Guanyue can hold on until now, and the sand ninjas in the rear have long been stunned, and they can hold on to Xiong Saburo's hands for so long, which can be regarded as an anecdote that can be used to rub wine and drink.

Now, though, it's finally over.

Guanyue's left arm was gone, only a blurred cut of flesh and blood at the shoulder, the blood had soaked his clothes, and his self-healing ability was not strong enough to be reborn in an instant, he needed time, but now what he lacked the most was time, and now there was a hole in his stomach, and his mouth was open to speak, but his throat was full of blood foam, and his hoarse hiss was like an old owl's wail.

Blood was gurgling down his ears and nose, his breath had faded to the extreme, his eyelids were slowly closing, and he seemed to be able to pass out at any moment.

"It's finally solved, and it's more troublesome than expected." Xiong Saburo pulled out his palm, Guanyue's body twitched slightly, but the falling eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they never opened, and a reassuring smile appeared on Mao's face, "But······ In the hands of Lao Tzu, the stubborn iron has to be turned into water for me. ”

A sense of pride arose, and Kumasaburo laughed out loud.

"Kuma-sama, the situation is not right!!"

The sharp cry was obviously broken, Xiong Saburo's laughter stopped abruptly, a pair of bull's eyes widened, and the relaxed nerves tensed instantly.

However, it was still a step too late.

Guanyue's body suddenly swelled, like a swollen corpse in water, the broken left shoulder no longer brose, and the muscle fibers became pale.

"Die!"

With a thunderous roar, Xiong Saburo's outstretched hand was only a few centimeters away from touching Guanyue's neck, but unfortunately when Guanyue opened his mouth and scolded, the blazing white thunder spit out and went straight to Xiong Saburo's chest.

The dying counterattack will naturally not be so simple, the mouth spits thunder, and the body is also covered with pale thunder arcs, thick lightning and thunder dance wantonly in the rain, with the conduction of flowing water, it is even more splitting mountains and rocks, and the whole rock roars and shakes.

This time it was really desperate, the clothes on his body were torn apart by lightning in the first moment, even if the skin was scorched and cracked, he refined the chakra to his heart's content, and then turned into a shining thunderbolt and exploded, even if he was almost dying first.

"Kara!"

The thunder exploded suddenly, and in an instant the heavens and the earth seemed to collapse, and the sand ninjas watching from the rear squinted their eyes and covered their ears, but they didn't expect the thunder and lightning on the ground to hook the thunder, and the natural power of heaven and earth was naturally not comparable to manpower, and the terrifying power directly collapsed half of the mountain.

"Kumazaburo-sama?"

"Kumazaburo-sama?"

The sand ninjas recovered from the thunder, and shouted, just now they saw that the thunder was running towards Xiong Saburo and Guanyue.

"Bear ······"

"I'm fine!"

The pile of rubble collapsed, and Xiong Saburo's burly body walked out.

"Your ······, my lord"

Looking at Xiong Saburo who came over, looking at his limping steps, his whole body was charred like a piece of charcoal, obviously it was not what he said.

"Is there still an induction?"

Xiong Saburo asked in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Hmm······ It's gone, it's gone, it's not inductive at all. Several perception ninjas were stunned for a moment before they reacted and hurriedly replied.

Xiong Saburo had a gloomy face, looking at the collapsed half of the mountain, as well as the turbid torrent in the valley, and was indifferent.

For the nine thousand mountains, the success fell short.

Seeing that the prey in his hand was gone, there was no residue left for him, and the falling thunder wiped everything away, almost even taking him into it.

"Whew!"

With a long sigh, the anger on Xiong Saburo's body suddenly shredded a lot.

"Let's go back!"