Inside the Stone Tower.

Moonlight poured in like water through the windows and the gaping holes in the walls of the stone tower.

Under the hazy moonlight, the faces of the three generations of Thunder Shadow were full of exhaustion.

He stood alone in the center of the stone tower, looking around, six figures stood in different directions, their faces were different, but the eyes were exactly the same.

Senjuzen's strength was beyond his expectations, and he had never experienced such a difficult battle since the killing of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn brothers.

The old body made him lose the vigorous energy he once had, and the long-term battle consumed extremely physical strength and chakra, but the opponent was in the year of fighting, and the bloodline of the Thousand Hands clan plus that pair of terrible eyes could not see a glimmer of hope at all.

Reinforcements from the outside world have long been out of hope.

How could the battle of the shaking mountains be concealed from the stone tower that was close at hand, the battle situation in the outside world was fierce to that extent, although it was not clear who would fight again, but it was obvious that Yun Ren's people were not included in it.

As a thunder shadow, how many masters Yun Ren has is Menqing, and there are only a handful of masters who can make such a big move.

However, there is no familiar breath.

"This time······ Looks like you can't escape! ”

The third generation of Lei Ying sighed, and then his eyes showed a fierce murderous aura.

It's okay to want him to die, but it's not okay not to pay a sufficient price.

The four fingers of his right hand were curled, and only one index finger was as straight as a big gun, and the pale blue lightning light was throbbing at the fingertips.

Hell's Spike: A Piercing Hand.

Sharp and passionate thunder echoed inside the stone tower.

Whether it is life or death depends on this last fight.

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"Boom!"

The clay puppet's arm was broken, and the huge wooden dragon soared into the air, wrapping around the broken clay puppet's arm, devouring the chakra that had not been dispersed in it.

The wooden man waved a pair of small mountain-like fists and took the opportunity to slam down, and the mud puppet staggered backwards, and his whole body was covered with spider web-like cracks, and finally he tripped over the hill under his feet, and lay on his back between the mountains, crushing the small hill behind him and flattening a large area of mountain forest.

Billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky.

Even in this vague moonlight, it is so eye-catching.

The wooden man took advantage of the momentum to pursue, raised his huge feet, and kicked wildly at the mud puppet, directly stepping on the hundred-meter-high mud puppet into a pile of gravel and mud.

"Thundering Chariot."

There was an explosion, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and Guanyue flew into the sky on a rumbling chariot, shaking off the wooden man's fist and the abyss-like mouth of the wooden dragon like lightning.

"Boom!"

When Guanyue raised his hand, a silver thunderbolt, like a spear thrown by a god, pierced the jaw of the wooden dragon, knocking the lifelike wooden dragon over and tumbling in the pile of corpses of the mud puppet.

Above the sky, the chariot driving the thunder was flying at extreme speed to observe the moon, even the first generation was a little scratching his head.

How can this be played?

The wooden dragon was rolled down from the air by a bolt of lightning, and the wound did not heal, and other means were difficult to exert with his current strength.

In other words, he really doesn't have much to deal with the enemy in the air.

In the past, the first flying Tsuchikage in the Land Country was handed over to Madara to deal with.

"Big brother, don't you have any way to get him down?"

A thousand hands fell on the side of the first generation, and as he watched the thunder flames that kept falling in the sky being blocked by the wooden man, he couldn't help but ask.

“······ No way! The first generation admitted that he had nothing to do was also unusually heroic, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, "Isn't it okay for you to fly the thunder god?" ”

"No, this kid from the Vortex family is ridiculously strong, even the original and the first generation of Thunder Shadow and the second generation of Thunder Shadow are estimated to be at such a level, now unless I can aim at a place and cut thirty or forty times in a row, maybe I can hurt him, that's how I did it when I stood on the head of the clay puppet before······"

The second generation paused, looked at the thunder light rumbling in the sky, and shook his head with a wry smile, "But now I can't get close to him, he is moving too fast now, even if I transfer to his side at this time, I am not sure that I can hit the same target, although I really want to go up and die······ But the damn body doesn't listen to ······"

The body's overly sharp combat instincts made the second generation sigh.

"Haha! So all we can do now is defend? ”

The first generation laughed out loud and couldn't stop laughing.

"The Uzumaki family actually produced such a talent······ If this had been for us, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been me and Madara fighting to the death······"

The second generation's face was cold, he raised his head to look at the wandering thunder light, and did not refute what the eldest brother said.

The means revealed by Guanyue are extremely extraordinary, and his strong strength makes him have to admit it, and he can detect Guanyue's bottomless power, a feeling he has only felt in his own big brother and Madara Uchiha.

"Thunder Fork."

Guanyue didn't know that at this moment, the two ancestors were praising his strength, and he was attacking extremely hard at the moment.

The fork-shaped lightning pierced into the wooden man's palm, and immediately a puff of black smoke wafted out of the wound, with a strong choking smell.

Gripping the end of the lightning tightly, he swiped down fiercely, and the lightning immediately cut off half of the wooden man's palm, and the cut was scorched.

"Wooden Dragon!"

The Thousand Hands Pillar shouted, and although the big hole in his chin was half made up, it was as anxious as a hungry wolf opening its big mouth in the black hole in the first generation's cry, and bitten the thunder fork from it in one bite.

A good pair of teeth is enviable, and what is even more rare is that the incomparably pure chakra of the thunder fork was also swallowed by the wooden dragon, digested, and then fed back to the first generation.

"Huh?"

Hatsuyo let out a cry of bewilderment, and he clenched his fists, and the power poured out from within his body.

He turned his head and looked at his brother standing beside him—

"Bang!"

The right elbow hit the second generation's chest hard, and the second generation, who was caught off guard, was hit by an elbow hit by his own eldest brother, and flew out upside down, his body became tattered, and he rolled on the wooden man's head.

"Big brother, your strength?"

A big hole was opened in his chest, and the second generation, who had a broken leg, lay on top of the wooden man's head, looking at the first generation in surprise.

"Recovered a little, the wooden dragon swallowed a part of the chakra of the Vortex family's imps, and the purity is surprisingly high!" The first generation moved his wrist and looked at the second generation whose body was recovering quickly, "Outside, I'll wronged you for the time being, if you wait for you to move, it's really a troublesome thing······ Myojinmon"

The red torii gate fell from the sky, locking the second generation on the top of the wooden man's head, and there was a Myojin Gate to suppress the chakra, even the magic of the flying thunder god could not be used.

And perceiving the infighting between the first and second generations, Guanyue also stopped attacking and observed.

"Son of the Uzumaki family, I'm out of the caster's grip······ At least for the time being, don't worry, let's say a few words. ”

The Thousand Hands Pillar shouted loudly and beckoned to the moon, the wooden man withdrew his arm, and the wooden dragon also quietly coiled around the wooden man's body and continued to repair his chin.