Wuyin Village is located in the deep mountains in the lower left area of the land of Mizukuni, and the surrounding area centered on Wuyin Village is a populated area, and it is also within the range of perennial fog.

Komai's house on the right is also in this area, on the outskirts of a rather bustling town.

Song Jing crossed the wall of the mansion and looked at the impenetrable fog ahead, but he kept an eye on it.

The people of the Komai family are very good, kind-hearted, and in just one day, they care for him, which makes people's hearts warm, and the information they overhear around them is also a reputation for being kind and charitable.

Now the situation of leaving the old and young people to live is sympathetic.,In order to prevent the previously unknown fog ninja from attacking again.,So control the dead river in this clone.,And then make a soul come out.。

A blood shadow peeled out of his body, condensed from a ball of blood into a wandering ninja, and his will was still controlled by Song Jing, who performed invisibility techniques, and his body slowly disappeared, guarding near the Komai mansion.

"Looks like it's time to get a good clone technique"

Song Jing rubbed his temples, every soul directly controlled by him cost him a lot of effort, but if he used an ordinary doppelganger technique this time, he was not at ease.

The sun gradually sank, converging the last rays of light, and the foggy environment became even more harsh, plunging into deep darkness.

In order to cope with the upcoming battle, Song Jing changed his clothes into a black suit that was convenient for movement, and carried a katana at his waist, and walked slowly on the path of the town.

The vision of the surrounding body can only see a radius of one or two steps, and the lights revealed by the houses on the road are all covered by layers of dense fog, which cannot illuminate the darkness, except for the sound of insects from afar, everything falls into a dead silence, it is like being banished from the world, leaving alone.

At this moment, a cold light stabbed out from the side silently, and the sharp blade burst into front of him.

Song Jing's eyes were cold, and he dodged the attack sideways, and the blade grazed his chest, cutting a trace of blood.

The enemy, who was still hidden in the mist, just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and was about to slash and kill Song Jing in his hand, but Song Jing moved faster, strode forward, and rushed into the mist.

It seems that a middle-aged samurai, under his panicked gaze, directly drew his sword.

Zheng –

From the bottom up, Li Mang flashed, Song Jing's feet were wide open, and the tip of the weapon he was holding dripped a bead of blood, and a long knife mark appeared on the enemy next to him with a "poof".

As the enemy's body began to split in half, Song Jing's left half of his body suddenly turned into fluttering blood, devouring the enemy whole, leaving only an unarmed katana to fall to the ground.

Dealing with this enemy, Song Jing looked around at the fog, and there seemed to be human voices, but no one dared to come out again, shook his head, and put the knife in his sheath.

Through the enemies he devoured just now, he knew that these were ordinary people, and without swordsmanship masters and ninjas, they were not his targets, so there was no need to kill too much.

Based on the terrain he had observed before, Song Jing began to walk in the direction of Wuyin Village, where there were more powerful enemies.

At this time, Goji Yakura was appointed as the Mizukage, and the policies implemented became more and more harsh, which made all parties in the Fog Hidden Village suppress a sense of anger, and in the thick fog, it is conceivable that some inevitable battles will occur.

Along the way, he has repeatedly encountered numerous attacks, ambushes, and even sieges, but most of the enemies are at the level of strength and ninja, all of them are under their own extraordinary senses, the last to come, one by one, and with their strong regeneration ability, all the people who come to the offense are turned into souls in the body.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng"

The swords collided, Song Jing held the weapon on the right side of the knife, and sideways his head dodged the attack that stabbed the head in front of him, and the sharp blade was dangerous, slightly cutting the fragile ear.

Silently, the tip of the gloomy knife broke through the dense fog behind him and stabbed at Song Jing's back.

At the last moment, Song Jing, who was besieged, felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly collected his sword and swept away, and suddenly rolled to the left, avoiding the encirclement of the enemy.

At this time, Song Jing encountered the most powerful attack of the night, and three enemies with superb sword skills fought with him again and again like a flood.

Every time he found an opportunity to counterattack while the enemy was attacking, another enemy would step forward to support, preventing Song Jing from having the slightest chance to counterattack.

Song Jing, who dodged the attack, supported the ground with his left hand, subconsciously condensed a trace of cold air, and a layer of frost froze on the ground, but since he wanted to sharpen his swordsmanship, of course he couldn't cheat.

Song Jing was highly vigilant and stood still, motionless, guarding against the enemy's pursuit.

The three katanas hid in the mist, and the mist buried everything they had just had, and they re-hid their exposed positions, and the surrounding area fell into a deep dead silence again, as if the enemy had just gone.

But Song Jing vaguely sensed the killing intent of the three enemies, and his cold gaze never stayed away, knowing that this was like the calm before the storm, and the rest of the attacks would definitely be more intense.

Sure enough, the fog in front and back each stabbed out a knife and went straight to Song Jing's head.

"Kill"

In the face of the attack, Song Jing shouted angrily, ignoring the attack from the rear, according to the katana that came from the attack, got up and slashed forward, and broke into the front.

The cover of the fog in front of him was lifted layer by layer, and the young man holding the katana came into view, but what appeared in his eyes was Song Jing's katana.

The man suddenly changed color, swung his sword back to defense, and hurriedly retreated, avoiding Song Jing's attack.

But Song Jing slammed on the ground, perseveringly pursued and stepped forward, not letting the enemy leave, the blade pressed against the enemy's weapon, and slammed it against his neck.

Before Song Jing could be happy, the enemy turned into a splash with a bang, and it was a water body.

Wuyin Village is located in the deep mountains in the lower left area of the land of Mizukuni, and the surrounding area centered on Wuyin Village is a populated area, and it is also within the range of perennial fog.

Komai's house on the right is also in this area, on the outskirts of a rather bustling town.

Song Jing crossed the wall of the mansion and looked at the impenetrable fog ahead, but he kept an eye on it.

The people of the Komai family are very good, kind-hearted, and in just one day, they care for him, which makes people's hearts warm, and the information they overhear around them is also a reputation for being kind and charitable.

Now the situation of leaving the old and young people to live is sympathetic.,In order to prevent the previously unknown fog ninja from attacking again.,So control the dead river in this clone.,And then make a soul come out.。

A blood shadow peeled out of his body, condensed from a ball of blood into a wandering ninja, and his will was still controlled by Song Jing, who performed invisibility techniques, and his body slowly disappeared, guarding near the Komai mansion.

"Looks like it's time to get a good clone technique"

Song Jing rubbed his temples, every soul directly controlled by him cost him a lot of effort, but if he used an ordinary doppelganger technique this time, he was not at ease.

The sun gradually sank, converging the last rays of light, and the foggy environment became even more harsh, plunging into deep darkness.

In order to cope with the upcoming battle, Song Jing changed his clothes into a black suit that was convenient for movement, and carried a katana at his waist, and walked slowly on the path of the town.

The vision of the surrounding body can only see a radius of one or two steps, and the lights revealed by the houses on the road are all covered by layers of dense fog, which cannot illuminate the darkness, except for the sound of insects from afar, everything falls into a dead silence, it is like being banished from the world, leaving alone.

At this moment, a cold light stabbed out from the side silently, and the sharp blade burst into front of him.

Song Jing's eyes were cold, and he dodged the attack sideways, and the blade grazed his chest, cutting a trace of blood.

The enemy, who was still hidden in the mist, just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and was about to slash and kill Song Jing in his hand, but Song Jing moved faster, strode forward, and rushed into the mist.

It seems that a middle-aged samurai, under his panicked gaze, directly drew his sword.

Zheng –

From the bottom up, Li Mang flashed, Song Jing's feet were wide open, and the tip of the weapon he was holding dripped a bead of blood, and a long knife mark appeared on the enemy next to him with a "poof".

As the enemy's body began to split in half, Song Jing's left half of his body suddenly turned into fluttering blood, devouring the enemy whole, leaving only an unarmed katana to fall to the ground.

Dealing with this enemy, Song Jing looked around at the fog, and there seemed to be human voices, but no one dared to come out again, shook his head, and put the knife in his sheath.

Through the enemies he devoured just now, he knew that these were ordinary people, and without swordsmanship masters and ninjas, they were not his targets, so there was no need to kill too much.

Based on the terrain he had observed before, Song Jing began to walk in the direction of Wuyin Village, where there were more powerful enemies.

At this time, Goji Yakura was appointed as the Mizukage, and the policies implemented became more and more harsh, which made all parties in the Fog Hidden Village suppress a sense of anger, and in the thick fog, it is conceivable that some inevitable battles will occur.

Along the way, he has repeatedly encountered numerous attacks, ambushes, and even sieges, but most of the enemies are at the level of strength and ninja, all of them are under their own extraordinary senses, the last to come, one by one, and with their strong regeneration ability, all the people who come to the offense are turned into souls in the body.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng"

The swords collided, Song Jing held the weapon on the right side of the knife, and sideways his head dodged the attack that stabbed the head in front of him, and the sharp blade was dangerous, slightly cutting the fragile ear.

Silently, the tip of the gloomy knife broke through the dense fog behind him and stabbed at Song Jing's back.

At the last moment, Song Jing, who was besieged, felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly collected his sword and swept away, and suddenly rolled to the left, avoiding the encirclement of the enemy.

At this time, Song Jing encountered the most powerful attack of the night, and three enemies with superb sword skills fought with him again and again like a flood.

Every time he found an opportunity to counterattack while the enemy was attacking, another enemy would step forward to support, preventing Song Jing from having the slightest chance to counterattack.

Song Jing, who dodged the attack, supported the ground with his left hand, subconsciously condensed a trace of cold air, and a layer of frost froze on the ground, but since he wanted to sharpen his swordsmanship, of course he couldn't cheat.

Song Jing was highly vigilant and stood still, motionless, guarding against the enemy's pursuit.

The three katanas hid in the mist, and the mist buried everything they had just had, and they re-hid their exposed positions, and the surrounding area fell into a deep dead silence again, as if the enemy had just gone.

But Song Jing vaguely sensed the killing intent of the three enemies, and his cold gaze never stayed away, knowing that this was like the calm before the storm, and the rest of the attacks would definitely be more intense.

Sure enough, the fog in front and back each stabbed out a knife and went straight to Song Jing's head.

"Kill"

In the face of the attack, Song Jing shouted angrily, ignoring the attack from the rear, according to the katana that came from the attack, got up and slashed forward, and broke into the front.

The cover of the fog in front of him was lifted layer by layer, and the young man holding the katana came into view, but what appeared in his eyes was Song Jing's katana.

The man suddenly changed color, swung his sword back to defense, and hurriedly retreated, avoiding Song Jing's attack.

But Song Jing slammed on the ground, perseveringly pursued and stepped forward, not letting the enemy leave, the blade pressed against the enemy's weapon, and slammed it against his neck.

Before Song Jing could be happy, the enemy turned into a splash with a bang, and it was a water body.

Poof-

The ground beneath him suddenly cracked, and another katana stabbed out of it, straight to the chest, and cooperated with the attack from behind, blocking the position where Song Jing had moved.

At this time, they had already seen the hideous face of the enemy under them, and they thought that they were sure of the fate of Song Jing's death.

"Damn it"

At this moment, Song Jing thought a lot, and wanted to use the ice shield that had formed a habit in his heart, but he still suppressed it.

As soon as his feet were raised, his figure spun in vain, and the blade in his hand slashed away