A knife, cut over the leaves!

Uchiha spot.

Broken arm!

The ferret looked at the hand on the ground that was still shaking in shock.

But what is creepy is the different skin color on the arm.

That’s a miserable white skin!

And the scream just now also made people feel cold behind their backs.

Unlike Uchiha’s deep voice before, it was an extremely harsh wail!

“What are you shouting about.”

Stepping back, Obito under the mask looked cold.

The source of the voice just now was the other half of his body, and it was also the white absolute composed of this mask!

His name is Ah Fei.

“Bring the soil, go quickly.”

The weak Ah Fei did not have the idea of joking or laughing, and only spit out four words and weakly lost his motion.

Come on?

Obito frowned.

The arm was cut off, but it didn’t affect him much.

He is confident that he will continue to fight, and these two imps are still not his opponents.

After all, that arm didn’t belong to him.

Even after experiencing human grief, he was just a teenager the same age as Kakashi.

Competitive?

No, he really wanted to kill the two people in front of him who looked like they were looking in a mirror.

As Kakashi did with the two, he also had a sense of déjà vu.

The kind of disgusting thoughts that always plunged him into memories, and he desperately wanted to deny it.

But the words made him have to give up the thoughts in his heart for a while.

Taking a deep breath, his body began to slowly weaken.

“Yoruhachi Sword, Uchiha Itachi.”

“Looking forward to meeting next time.”

The figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared in the dark cave.

The mask slowly opened, and the weak Ah Fei fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

“It’s just an arm cut off, how can you still feel pain like this?”

Glancing at the broken body, Obito asked coldly.

“You don’t understand.”

Fei leaned limply on the ground and said weakly.

“The slash on the body just now is completely different from the pain of that cut.”

“Except for the pain that should have existed, I just felt that the whole person… How to describe it. ”

Fei, who was originally insufficiently intelligent, rubbed his temples in distress.

“It’s the kind of thing that people are clearly in their own bodies, but there is something that drags them out of the shell.”

“At that moment, I felt like I was being forced out of the body.”

“Something, yes, soul!”

“My soul is touched.”

Soul out?

Obito looked solemn, “Are you sure?” That feeling. ”

“I know you don’t believe it.”

Fei shook his head, summoned another white test subject from the ground at random, and then attached his arm in front of Obito.

At this time, the injured arm should have recovered freely.

But now he is still hunching under his arms, as if he has lost consciousness!

“Although I don’t want to say that, I can be sure that the soul of my arm was cut off.”

“His knife, there is a problem!”

The soul was cut off!

At this moment, Obito was completely calmed.

A knife that can cut off a soul?

Fei had no reason to lie to himself.

That is the other party’s knife, there must be something wrong.

Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out on his back.

If that little devil cut not Ah Fei, who fused and fought with himself, but himself.

And how will it end?

He had already lost half of his body, and this broken body was repaired with white and primary cells, if he lost control of one arm…

Spooky imps.

It can even attack the soul!

Eight Swords of the Night?

Not only is his strength amazing, but he also knows about the Eye of the Moon.

Will his presence pose a threat to the plan?

In an instant, a series of questions all came to his mind.

A little ghost.

It’s such a headache.

Frowning, Obito looked at Ah Fei on the ground, “Keep an eye on him, don’t show flaws.” ”

……

Knives, naturally, are problematic.

But the only thing in this world who knows the mystery of that sword is the Eight Swords of the Night.

And the knife in his hand seemed ordinary in the hands of others, and it would not even burst out the spiritual pressure that a slashing knife should have.

So the problem is not a knife.

It’s the one who uses the knife.

“I’m the Grim Reaper.”

On the path leading to the country of soup, Hachiken drank wine.

The ferret next to him still seriously bandaged the wound on his palm.

Just after the big battle, but God did not spare their group, and it seemed that in order to wash the blood on this road, it also began to rain lightly.

Looking at the past from a distance, the two Shinobi looked confused, and estimated that after this mission, their belief in being ninjas had completely collapsed.

You will also thoroughly understand how dangerous a profession it is to be a ninja.

Just a C-level mission, if the strength is not good, it will kill them at any time.

“Itachi, your eyes.”

The palm of his hand has been bandaged, and although he has been injured twice in a row today, Eight Swords has fully adapted to that pain.

On the contrary, it is a weasel….

Just the fresh blood that came out of his tear trough, the eight swords, could guess some.

“Well, Sharingan.”

The ferret is a little melancholy, and a little sad.

It’s different from ordinary people getting power.

He will consider why this force has come and what it will accompany when it comes.

Snap.

The finger pointed at the door of the brain, and the weasel cried out in pain.

“Hey, you’re alive.”

“I’m alive too.”

“Remember, your eyes are opened for me.”

Getting up and carrying the knife dashingly forward, only the back of the weasel remained.

Remember, your eyes are open for me.

The confusion has disappeared.

In its place, there is only firmness.

Compared to Jiansan.

I’m too far behind after all.

……

Ask for tickets.