The thick ink clouds that covered the full moon did not stop in the sky, but continued to drift into the distance, and quietly, the soft and bright moonlight poured down again like flowing water, silently infiltrating the vast mountains and forests, and the gently shaking green leaves brought a little bright silver light.

The soft, cold night breeze sobbed softly and whined through the trees.

The pungent smell of blood spread silently with the night wind, attracting predators at night.

The electric snake with the thickness of the baby's arm, the dazzling silver-blue lightning twisted the knot, like a straw rope, forcibly weaving the unruly thick thunder arc together, and pinched out the appearance of a snake, with a wave of Araki's hand, the long snake with lightning flashes opened its mouth, revealing the thunder teeth condensed by the thunder light, and bit the chest of the moon watching.

Araki's eyes showed three points of pride, three points of excitement, and three points of pleasure.

No matter how talented you are, don't you still die under the hands of Uncle Araki, under the pounce of an electric snake, even a bison whose head lives on the high mountains of the Land of Thunder can electrify its internal organs into charcoal, and can kill this kind of supreme genius, how can he not be excited, and the pleasure of killing a supreme genius cannot be described in words.

He enjoys abusing and killing those so-called geniuses, but it's a pity that many geniuses are unworthy of the name, and he was chopped alive if he couldn't last more than a dozen moves under his hands······

"Hell, the Six Dao Immortals are on top, am I alive and hell?"

Araki shouted, as a battle-hardened shinobi, he had seen many strange ninjutsu, secret arts, he thought his own nerves were tough enough, but this scene in front of him still made his eyes widen, opened his mouth wide, and let out an unbelievable scream.

The electric snake scorched the flesh of the moon, and the bright red muscles of the chest instantly scorched, revealing the fresh, energetic, violently beating heart, lungs, liver, and strange human organs in this way.

Well, to be honest, Araki has never seen a lot of scenes of people rolling in heads and rivers of blood, and when he was young and vigorous, he also liked to dig out the internal organs of his opponents to show his own strength, and internal organs were nothing new to him.

It's just a human with a chest whose flesh and bones have been scorched, exposing the five internal organs, and still panting there, is this really a fucking human?

"It hurts me."

Guanyue exhaled a breath of turbid air from his throat, and the two tender red lungs also twitched rapidly, and the trachea exposed in the lower half also trembled, all in all, this scene was as weird as it was, Araki had never seen this strange scene in his life.

"You······ You ······ What the hell are you? ”

Araki shuddered, looking at the moon as if he were looking at a monster.

[Flesh Healing], open.

Guanyue gritted his teeth, and the charred flesh at the edge of the large hole in his chest peeled off, revealing bright red flesh buds, and then grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Sen Bai's bones also proliferated like spring bamboo shoots, and the broken ribs healed quickly, protecting his viscera.

"Hmm!"

This was not without a price, Guanyue's originally ruddy face turned pale, the muscles on his cheeks collapsed slightly, his eyes bulged out, the whole person was thinned, and he let out a muffled snort, and his eyes became green like a wolf.

Guanyue was angry, this time it was really a big loss, this damn Yun Ren almost beat him to death, although he was lucky not to die in the end, but he also lost half of his life, this revenge is not returned, he can't swallow this breath.

The flesh and blood that grew in his chest was not out of nowhere, but he demolished the east wall to make up for the west wall, and half of the few fat he had accumulated was consumed in an instant, and the excess fat energy from other parts of the body could be extracted to heal the wound in such a short time, otherwise, hehe······

"Thunder, white lightning strike."

Holding up the short knife in his hand, the silver-white thunder arc was wrapped around the edge of the knife, and then entangled and condensed with each other, the muscles under his feet rose violently, and circles of bright electric light jumped along the calf muscles, and the whole person was like stepping on a spring, turning into a shadow lightning and sprinting in front of Araki.

The thunderous short knife stabbed out fiercely, stabbing at the heart of Araki, who looked terrified and had not yet returned to God.

"Bastard, give me death, you dead ghost, give your Uncle Araki death!"

Araki still reacted at that moment, and the good quality of the Shinobi, the fighting instinct honed in life and death helped him dodge the hard blow of Kanzuki.

The short knife grazed Araki's left rib and tore off a large piece of flesh under Araki's left armpit, and the bloody flesh was instantly scorched, turned into dry coke, and fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

"!"

Unwilling to scold angrily, the white lightning strike is one of Shuo Mao's most commonly used ninjutsu, or this thing should be said to be ninjutsu, or Muji ninjutsu, anyway, it is a very practical technique, using the short knife in his hand to gather thunder and lightning as much as possible, and attaching the thunder and lightning to the short knife with a change in nature.

After all, metal weapons themselves have the property of attracting lightning, and the art of white lightning strike was developed by Shuo Mao using this property.

In fact, strictly speaking, this is not a profound skill, just like the sand ninja attaches the wind to the blade, the cloud ninja will also attach thunder and lightning to the short knife to increase the lethality.

However, the white lightning strike is that after Shuo Mao slaughtered more than a dozen cloud ninjas, he took out enough thunder escape secret techniques from their heads, and then added his own opinions, and finally kneaded into a technique, compared to the crude lightning nature change of ordinary cloud ninjas, the white lightning strike can throw them off ten streets.

A certain amount of lightning is compressed at a high density to form a silver-white thunderbolt, and it is bound to the edge of the knife, without wasting a trace of thunder, which is an extremely test of the mastery of the nature change of the thunder chakra, there is no shortcut at all, what is needed is the basic skills.

It's a pity that although his white lightning strike has just glimpsed the doorway, the matching instantaneous technique has not yet been learned, and now he is only superficially using the thunder chakra to activate the cells of his legs, plus the strengthening of the human fruit, but even if these things add up, after all, it is still a little worse, and he is still very young.

"Little ghost, I don't care what you are, I don't believe I can't kill you."

Araki's eyes were red from the sharp pain that came from his ribs, and the dense bloodshot showed his killing intent, and the long knife wrapped around the thunder light slashed towards Guanyue's neck