Defend Naruto World

Chapter 329 Does this car have a license plate?

Shen, who is at a height of thousands of meters, of course, luck will not be so against the sky every time.

At the last moment, he saw the Hei Jue above, and he had already crouched and fell downwards.

Super dynamic vision and body control are impossible to avoid, this dense "black stick rain".

Shen, who had already been stabbed in the abdomen, could only try to adjust his posture to avoid the black stick shot at the vital parts.

He fell parallel to the fragments, neither a success nor a failure.

The same is true for Heijue above.

Although Shen made him lose the two-tailed horse brigade and the nine-tailed chakra collected before.

But he harvested Hanzo, the body of this speed-type powerhouse, and at the same time eliminated his own fear of the Sage of the Six Paths.

This is a war with no winners.

It is also a war that makes the world understand the true power of the reincarnation eye.

"What a fate..." X2
The two people who looked at each other up and down felt each other's tenacity in their hearts.

Hei Jue, whose body is on the verge of collapse, will be able to make a comeback in a short time.

With dozens of black sticks stuck in his body, Shen, after avoiding his vitals, with the help of the serum, the most serious thing is to lie down for two or three months.

……

Nao, who was smashed into fragments one after another, and Naoki looked at the figure that descended to 300 meters.

"Here is up to you." After Naiyang said a word, he blessed his legs with the magic chakra, and jumped up towards the figure in the sky.

Tsunade held down the rope tree that was about to move: "Boy Shen will be fine."

"Who cares about that guy's life!"

The rope tree with a merciless mouth, while pounding the big pieces from a distance, his eyes drifted to the horizon from time to time, to the two black and white figures.

Tsunade, who was snickering alone in his heart, set his eyes on the toad-faced Jiraiya, and Orochimaru, who was holding a knife hundreds of meters long.

The tradition of the Konoha team is that they don't like each other at first, but gradually develop fetters.

……

Heijue in the sky saw the white figure jumping towards Shen, and used all the remaining chakra on spiritism.

He was lying on the back of a huge bird with reincarnation eyes, his eyes were full of regret.

The loss this time is due to the lack of emphasis on physical skills.

Hei Jue, who has lived for thousands of years, never imagined that the first squad would turn out to be a master of per capita gymnastics and a scary squad that can enter the immortal mode.

"Uchiha, Senju and Hinata..."

"The offspring of Hagoromo and Hamura..."

Looking back, he seemed to no longer underestimate them.

……

With dozens of black sticks inserted into Shen, although his body could not move, his brain was quickly calculating what would happen to him next.

If Heijue wants to run away, except for the two old gods of Konoha in the entire ninja world, only him who can rely on his complete body and Susanoo can successfully stop the opponent.

Yanyin's flying little old man went, afraid he would be beaten up by the other party.

Even now, Kaoru, who can enter the perfect tail beast mode at any time, will probably have to be sucked and fucked.

So Shen's only worry is what kind of strength Nao, who keeps approaching him, will use to catch him who has lost the ability to move.

As he thought about it more and more sadly, he soon felt a soft touch.

"Guliu..." After swallowing, Shen found himself being held in Nao's arms like a princess.

Neither of them communicated until they landed on the ground.

Shen, who was lying flat on the ground, watched as Nao's hands attached to Senju Chakra touched the black stick on his shoulder.

"Well, it's a little tight..." She didn't use much strength, her tone was not as cold as before: "If it hurts, you have to call it out."

Some weird words brought back Shen Piaoyuan's thoughts: "Ah...well, of course."

"Then shall I come?"

"bring it on."

The not-so-thick black stick was pulled out from Shen's body bit by bit.

His frowning brows were smoothed away by his slender white fingertips.

Comfort is definitely not comfortable.

Uncomfortable and a little throbbing are the true feelings that 14-year-old Shen should have.

Nao, who was very different from usual, gently pulled out a black stick, and quickly moved her hand down.

"hiss……"

Shen, whose shoulder wound began to heal slowly, felt the pain in his chest, and unconsciously gasped.

"Sorry, did it hurt you?" Nao put the other hand on his head, stroking him gently: "Good boy, it won't hurt soon."

After she finished speaking, she still lowered her head and blew lightly towards Shen's chest where the black stick was inserted.

She seemed to think that if she did this, she might be able to effectively relieve the pain.

Shen, who was in pain but also happy, was lying on the ground receiving Nao's treatment, drawing out the black stick while blowing air.

He didn't have any particular idea.

Nao used to be so gentle, but every time he got hurt, she would be the first to come to her side.

Perhaps because of years of habit, Shen accepted Nao's transformation without burden.

However, the "going further" relationship between the two of them was obviously stimulated, and after all the dangers were resolved, Mingde rushed over to see his youngest daughter.

"Little bastard..." Zhi Jian, with quick eyes and quick hands, covered his mouth.

"I said old antique, what kind of eyesight do you have?"

"I didn't even say that my son was at a disadvantage!"

Mingde, whose white eyeballs were flushed from suffocation, clamped the opponent's neck with his backhand: "Old guy, you are really cheap!"

Dissatisfied with Zhi Jian's heart, he immediately made a move to fight back: "It's better to be cheap than your dead face!"

Mingde, who was so scared that he jumped up on the spot, saw him resorting to various tricks, so he also threw away his old face.

When Xiuya, who had a premonition, came here.

Zhijian poked his index finger into Mingde's nostril, and buckled it hard.

"Old Antique, you are shameless, no one is fighting, and you even use your nails!"

"Fart, you're the one who shamelessly did it first!"

Without further ado, Xiuzai stepped forward to separate them, and in the next second, two large shoe prints appeared on her face.

If it wasn't for the inconsistency in the size of the two sides, he would have wondered if it was kicked by the same person.

……

the other side.

Shen, who pulled out the last black stick, sat up straight with Nao's support.

Before he had time to thank him, he saw the three patriarchs wrestling together in the distance.

The panda-eyed Ming De resorted to his family's unique skills for many years, targeting Zhi Jian's scratched face.

The honest man Xiuzai, after being kicked in the face, his anger also came up.

He didn't target any of them, he treated them equally to the point that after killing one person, the other would receive the same treatment soon.

"Nayang..." Shen stared blankly into the distance, "Did I see hallucinations?"

After taking a look, Nayang quickly turned his gaze back and shook his head: "No?"

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(End of this chapter)