The short knife is silvery-white, and the blood is bright red.

The red blood was smeared on the silver-white blade, and it was immediately bounced away by the leaping silver arc, and the silver-white light reappeared under the rain wash.

Konoha's White Fang!

Crossing from one end of the camp to the other, Shuomao stood at the camp gate, and hurried footsteps could be heard behind him.

"What's going on over there?"

"It's like Iwa Shinobi suddenly came with an order, and the troops stationed in the big camp were evacuated, and it was almost an empty camp." The visitor replied respectfully.

"Fangcai?"

"Yes, it was about three minutes ago, and if you chase it now, you should be able to catch up."

"Go and arrange for the middle ninja and the lower ninja to rest, and the upper ninja who maintain more than eighty percent of their combat strength will set off with me, and the rest will stay behind." With a slight shake of the short knife in Shuo Mao's hand, a huge silver knife flower bloomed in the rain, and the bean-sized raindrops fell, being crushed by the silver petals, and turned into crystal water foam and dispersed.

Flicking his wrists to keep his body flexible, Shuo Mao waited quietly, and after twenty seconds, all the shinobi who could pull out appeared behind him, seven people, plus himself, eight people.

"Let's go."

Shuo Mao shook the short knife, shook off the water droplets on it, and retracted it into the scabbard behind his back, and the group rushed out as quickly as possible.

————

"Captain Sutu, someone is here."

The tall and thin Iwa Shinobi who looked at the wind widened his eyes and saw a group of earthy yellow shadows approaching.

"Oh, it's finally here." Su Tu strode over, and his tall and burly figure directly compared to the Wangfeng Yan Shinobi next to him. "With these manpower, it can be regarded as an explanation, and Sand Shinobi no longer has the face to say that we can't do our work."

Su Tu clasped his hands on his chest, and his mind had already begun to ponder how to kick Sand Shinobi out of the Land of Rain and swallow the results alone, in his opinion, Konoha's defeat was already a doomed thing, and the most important thing at the moment was how to divide the fruit after the war.

"To be honest, Sand Hide's Chiyo is so famous, I thought it was so powerful, and now it looks like I'm old and confused, so take the initiative to fight to the death with the trapped beast Konoha Ninja, it's really a 'good person'!"

"Hahaha, that's right!"

The young shinobi laughed, without the slightest sense of awe for the old-timers who had been famous for many years.

Su Tu listened to everyone's small talk, the corners of his mouth crooked, he didn't think Chiyo was so old and confused, it's just that different experiences and different positions decided different opinions, but he didn't plan to teach everyone to respect the old-timers.

As the son of Tsuchikage, he knows that this kind of frivolous words and deeds are not an exception, and the extremely harsh relationship between the upper and lower levels of the Iwa Shinobi can be called the most of the five ninja villages, and the relationship between the upper and lower levels is an insurmountable high wall, so that after finally climbing to the top of the food chain of the upper ninja, it is to vent the feeling of depression that has always been felt, and the rash words and deeds are already a very mild situation.

"Huh? Doesn't seem right? ”

The Iwa Shinobi who looked at the wind suddenly spoke up, and the tone of his uncertain voice made the stone house instantly quiet, and the upper ninjas quickly entered the state and looked into the distance together.

The large earthy yellow shadow seemed to be in disarray, completely out of formation, and panicked figures could be seen running around.

"The smell of blood? It's still fresh······ It looks like it was attacked. One of the shinobi said with a huge nose twitching.

"Attack? But where did the enemy come from, Konoha can now not mobilize people to attack a group of middle and lower ninjas. ”

"It doesn't have to be Konoha either, don't forget······ And those big turbans. ”

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and they didn't care about the attack on the middle and lower ninja troops, they had a full fourteen upper ninjas here, and this force was enough to turn the situation around when they put it on the battlefield, but it was lively to argue about the attacker's face.

"No, the attacker is Konoha." A shinobi interrupted the discussion, and the shadow clone who rushed to reconnoiter passed back the information, and the green silhouettes were clearly replayed in his mind. "And there are only seven of them······ There were about seven people, all of whom were shinobi. ”

"Huh? What do you mean by probably? "The vague rhetoric is confusing.

"Because there's another ······ That's so fast, I think maybe it's a mistake, there's no way someone can be that fast, probably ······" The person who spoke was also confused, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What? Such vague rhetoric······" The observers smacked their tongues in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense." Su Tu stopped the argument in time, "What is the situation, just look at it, what's the point of arguing here?" ”

After glancing at the crowd, the thirteen people stopped talking, and Su Tu led everyone to start moving.

The group quickly crossed the plain, and clearly saw that the Konoha ninjas stirred up a bloody storm among the Iwa ninja's troops, and there were a total of seven upper ninjas······ Or eight?

Everyone rubbed their eyes, including the millet soil, the seven Konobu could see it clearly, but except for the seven people, there was still a white light that appeared from time to time, and every time it appeared, the surrounding rock shinobi fell down in pieces like cutting wheat.

With the eyes of the above ninja, they didn't dare to confirm what it was? Mankind? Or is it some kind of psychic beast? Or is it something else unknown? The speed was so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the appearance, and only a white light could be seen.

"The earth escapes, and the earth cracks the palm."

The wide and thick palm of the corn soil slapped heavily in the soft mud, and the earth moved with it, trembling violently, and the rock and soil were like crispy biscuits, cracking under the slightest action of external force, and the black cracks were like black pythons winding forward, extremely fast.

The rock ninjas who couldn't react fell into the crack like dumplings, but they didn't cause additional casualties, and the strength of the nine out of nine who can survive under the rush of the upper ninja is good, and they who are proficient in the earth escape technique quickly used their own means and gained a firm foothold in the crack species, everything was as Su Tu expected.

And his biggest goal was achieved.

Shuo Mao stood on the edge of the crack, holding a short knife in his right hand, squinting at Su Tu and the others.

"The Eighth Man······ It's such a powerful earth escape technique, combined with the thunder escape instantaneous, I almost didn't notice your existence. Su Tu licked his lips, his body trembling with excitement, "Presumably Your Excellency is Konoha White Fang, right?" ”

"Yes, what about your name? It's not easy to force me out! Shuo Mao's expression was indifferent, only the murderous intent surging in his squinted eyes.

"Shangshui Liusu soil, compared to Your Excellency, he is just a nameless person!"

"Upper Water Flow······ The Tsuchikage clan? It's a big fish! At the end of the words, the voice gradually became smaller, and no one heard the latter sentence except Shuo Mao himself, but the murderous intent could not be more obvious.