Hokage: It starts with rescuing Konan

After a fierce collision, no one took advantage.

Xixing Temple Youmu and the three generations of Lei Ying tacitly chose to retreat and opened the distance.

In the sky.

Bang.

Click.

Onoki broke all the icicles with the Dirt Escape and Rock Fist Technique.

Because Xixingji Youmu focused on the battle with the three generations of Thunder Shadow, he neglected to control the icicles.

So, he managed to get rid of the entanglement of icicles.

The three stood on each side, quietly looking at each other.

“Tell the truth.”

After looking at each other for a moment, the three generations of thunder shadows broke the silence.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would have been unimaginable.”

“A person as young as you can have such great strength.”

“Whether it is swordsmanship or ninjutsu, it has almost reached the pinnacle.”

“I admit, if it’s one-on-one.”

“Neither I nor Onoki are your opponents.”

After the exchange just now, he had a general understanding of the strength of Xixing Temple Youmu.

Two words, horror.

Although it seems calm on the surface.

However, only the three generations of Lei Ying themselves knew.

The surprise in his heart was so great.

“Your compliment is dispensable to me.”

Xixing Temple said lightly.

“I agree with Lei Ying’s statement.”

“But that’s why.”

“Xixing Temple Youmu, today you must die.”

Onoki’s eyes flashed with a cold light.

The killing intent in his heart had reached its peak.

The Westbound Temple is secluded, it’s terrible.

If such a character were to side with him, then Onoki would be very thunderous.

However, he and Xixing Temple Youmu have already formed a feud.

Once he failed to seize this opportunity, he killed Xixing Temple Youmu.

Then in the future, there will be a sword that may fall at any time hanging from the head of Iwakage Village.

“Kill me? Hehe. ”

Xixingji Youmu played a sword flower, and then inserted the Western sword into the scabbard around his waist.

Under the gaze of Onoki and the three generations of Thunder Shadow.

The Western sword of the Westbound Temple disappeared without warning.

“Huh? Space-time ninjutsu? ”

The pupils of the two shrank slightly.

Onoki and the hearts of the three generations of Thunder Kage sank.

With the strength of Xixing Temple Youmu, it was not easy to kill him.

If they add time and space ninjutsu, can they really leave the Xixing Temple behind?

“Xixing Temple Youmu, I admit that you are very strong.”

“But you can’t hurt me, and you can’t escape in front of me.”

“Add Onoki and you will surely die.”

Although surprised by the time and space ninjutsu of Saiyukiji Temple.

However, the three generations of Thunder Shadow are not too worried.

He has absolute confidence in his defense and speed.

What’s more, his hole cards with Onoki are not yet useful.

“Escape?”

Xixing Temple Youmu shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I never thought about running away.”

As he spoke, the seven sword marks on the back of Xixing Temple Youmu’s hand lit up faintly.

The red silk, which he had never used, appeared in his hand.

“This knife?”

Onoki and the three generations of Thunder Shadow stared slightly.

The moment the red yarn appeared in the hands of Youmu of the Xixing Temple.

An inexplicable sense of depression and danger shrouded their hearts.

The two had a feeling.

At this time, the threat level of the Xixing Temple was much higher than just now.

Scold.

The red tasse comes out of the sheath.

The eerie shape and red blade reflected on the surrounding icebergs, reflecting the strange red light.

Xixing Temple Youmu brought the red yarn to his eyes and gently stroked it with his fingers.

“Actually, you should rejoice.”

“I’ve never used this knife before.”

“Honestly, I don’t know how powerful it is.”

“Huh?”

The bodies of the three generations of Thunder Shadow and Onoki trembled.

The two looked at each other, and they all raised the spirit of 120,000 points.

They heard an unusual taste from the words of the Xixing Temple.

That red knife is not simple.

“Akabuchi.”

Sou.

At the same time as the voice sounded, the silhouette of Xixing Temple also disappeared in place.

“Shuohua.”

Yikes.

The snow flashed brightly.

“Ugh.”

Swoosh.

Blood splattered.

On the body of the three generations of Lei Ying, several long wounds appeared.

“You…”

The three generations of Lei Ying turned their heads to look back, their eyes full of incredible colors.

The Westbound Temple that was still separated from him by a distance just now.

At this moment, he is already standing behind him.

“How, possibly?”