Naruto: I survive in the land of blood mist

On the beach in the southwest of the Land of Fire, more than a dozen young men and women were happily playing in the water.

One of the fat young men hugged a girl with a sly smile on his face.

The shy girl was reluctant to accept the offer, lowered her head and dared not look at the young man. She glanced to the side and found something wrong.

"Master... you, look over there, is that, is that a fleet?"

"Kyoko, don't try to change the subject."

The fat young man spoke obscenely and moved his hands up and down, thinking that the maid was trying to evade him.

Among the warrior guards on the beach, a captain-like white-haired old man looked at the fleet approaching slowly on the sea, sensed the danger, and shouted towards the sea:

"Master Taro! Master Taro! There is an unknown fleet in the distance, like pirates, leave here first!"

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In the distant sea

In the fleet slowly sailing towards the coast, at the bow of the most gorgeous ship in the front, the tall and fat Xiguashan Puffer Ghost looked at the black spots on the beach in the distance, his mouth corners grinning even up to the height of his nose, with a cruel and grim smile.

Behind the Puffer Ghost, Wuxin and Hoshigaki Kisame wore Anbu equipment and stood quietly.

Wuxin naturally saw the crowd on the beach in the distance.

"We fought to the death in the barren Wind Country, it's time to have some fun in the rich Fire Country.

Wu, Shark, go and catch them! I want to interrogate them for information!"

Xiguashan Puffer Ghost was full of excitement in his words, raised his right hand and waved forward.

"Yes!" X2

Wuxin and Kisame responded, chakra condensed on their feet, jumped off the boat, and ran towards the beach on the waves.

The fleet was actually some distance away from the beach shore. The silhouettes of people on the shore seen from the boat were all black spots, which showed that the distance was not close.

"Finally, I can move around."

Kisame ran very fast on the waves, and his words were full of excitement.

Unlike Kisame's excitement, Wuxin remained silent. This kind of task of abducting civilians was not what Wuxin liked.

The two rushed forward quickly, sprinting towards the coast like a tiger descending from a mountain.

The people playing on the coast seemed to realize the danger and fled in all directions, leaving only six samurai-like people watching on the shore.

"I'll deal with them, you go catch people."

Wuxin, who rushed to the shore, gave instructions and rushed directly towards the samurai.

The six samurai also drew their swords at this time, shouting and rushing towards Wuxin and Kisame.

Wuxin stretched his hands behind his waist, holding four kunai in each hand. The moment he stepped on the beach, he jumped into the air and shot kunai at the warriors. His hands swung repeatedly, and the kunai were free and unleashed like raindrops.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The six warriors shouted loudly, but they were weak and fell in the rain of kunai in an instant. Only an old warrior with white hair survived the kunai rain and was not stabbed by a kunai.

Wuxin, who had shot kunai in the air, landed ten meters in front of the white-haired warrior.

Seeing this, the white-haired warrior shouted loudly and rushed forward to attack Wuxin.

Wuxin was not afraid. He pressed the handle of the knife on his back with his right hand and bent his knees slightly to lower his upper body.

When the white-haired warrior rushed five meters in front of him, Wuxin straightened his knees and rushed forward, while drawing his sword horizontally, performing a powerful and sharp sword-drawing slash.

Ding!

As if the white-haired warrior had expected Wuxin's sword technique, he raised his long sword diagonally to the upper left, easily blocking Wuxin's powerful sword-drawing slash, and at the same time, he cut down with his long sword, slashing towards Wuxin's neck.

Wuxin's sword-drawing slash was broken, and he was slightly startled. He dodged the blade and retreated, pulling some distance.

The white-haired warrior took advantage of the situation and did not spare Wuxin. As soon as Wuxin retreated, he followed with big strides, sticking to Wuxin, slashing and swinging with his long sword.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!

The long swords collided, making a crisp sound, and at the same time, Wuxin's heart sank, realizing that he was careless. This samurai's swordsmanship was superb, and he chose the wrong strategy for a close combat with this samurai.

Wuxin wanted to distance himself again, but found that the white-haired warrior was as sticky as a piece of taffy, and his attack was so fierce that Wuxin could not concentrate on forming seals and performing ninjutsu.

"Hey! Ha!"

The white-haired warrior kept shouting and slashing, and his momentum was overwhelming.

Wuxin's face was as gloomy as water, but he had practiced swordsmanship for a long time and was no mediocre. He blocked up and down with his long sword and flew left and right. He not only blocked all the attacks of the white-haired warrior, but also thought about strategies.

Finally, when the white-haired warrior showed a flaw, raised his long sword, and chopped down with great force, Wuxin dodged and retreated.

At the same time, he reached into the ninja tool bag behind his waist with his left hand, pinched out a few kunai, and shot them at the white-haired warrior.

Less than five meters apart, the distance was very close, and the white-haired warrior moved his body and turned his long sword, and he actually blocked all of them without even a scratch.

"Boy,You can't use ninjutsu.

Hey, are you shaking with fear? "

After defending against the ninja tools, the white-haired warrior moved forward, twisted his waist, and prepared to launch a powerful slash again. On his calm face, there was also a hint of bloodthirstiness. He just noticed that the long sword in Wuxin's hand was shaking, and there was a little doubt in his bloodthirsty eyes.

After Wuxin threw the ninja tools, he pointed the tip of the sword horizontally at the white-haired warrior, and the long sword shook slightly. The white-haired warrior thought Wuxin was shaking, but in fact Wuxin was using his secret skills.

"Wuxin Style: Liu! "

Wuxin opened his lips and softly pronounced the death sentence on the white-haired warrior. The shaking long sword seemed to turn into willow branches. The willow branches split, one became ten, ten became a hundred, and instantly became densely packed, wrapping the white-haired warrior.

The white-haired warrior twisted his waist and slashed fiercely with the help of his foot strength. Halfway through the slash, the movement suddenly stopped, as if he was cast into a spell and suddenly couldn't move.

After Wuxin's illusion sword willow prelude, his body was like the swaying track of the willow branches, swaying, but rushing forward at a very fast speed.

Swish!

The white-haired old man's head flew up, and his dull eyes regained clarity, but it was too late, and his head fell heavily to the ground.

"Hmph. "

Wuxin snorted coldly, shook his long sword, wiped the remaining blood on his sleeve, and then slowly sheathed it.

While Wuxin was fighting, the crowd on the beach had all fled into the forest. Wuxin closed his eyes and used perception. In just one second, he found the nearest person.

Wuxin opened his eyes and chased the civilians in the forest. He rushed across the beach and entered the forest. He blocked the two people who were fleeing with a few flashes.

One of the two people was a fat man wearing a pair of big shorts, and the other was a young woman wearing the same cool clothes.

"No... Don't kill me, I am the eldest son of the Kitayama family, Kitayama Taro, I have a ransom... Please, please don't kill me..."

The fat man looked at Wuxin, who was emitting murderous aura, leaned on the stump, pulled the woman in front of him to resist, and begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

Wuxin looked down at the two trembling people in front of him, slowly pulled out the long sword with his right hand, and said expressionlessly:

"Ransom? Tell me. "

When Kitayama Taro saw Wuxin draw out his long sword, he was terrified to the extreme. He pushed the maid away and crawled into the forest, crying as he crawled:

"I am Kitayama Taro, the eldest son of the Kitayama family. Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"If you don't say it now, you will never have the chance to say it again."

Wuxin spoke coldly. Although he didn't know what family the Kitayama family was, the badge on his pants was the same as the badge on the white-haired old man's clothes. The samurai servant family with the strength of the white-haired old man must be rich or noble.

Under Wuxin's threat, the fat man Kitayama Taro seemed to have regained some reason, and his crawling movement stopped. He turned his head and said tremblingly:

"I said, I said, our Kitayama family has mines and money. No matter how much you want, I can give it to you.

Don't come over, 100 million taels, 1 billion taels, gold mines, chakra mines! "

Wuxin saw that the young man didn't mention the ransom for a long time, so he walked towards him with a knife. After just two steps, the guy said the key point that Wuxin wanted to hear.

Kitayama Taro saw that Wuxin stopped and saw that there was a chance to save his life, so he hurriedly continued:

"There is a Suzaki Castle next to our family's territory. There are treasures left by the Suzaki Daimyo during the Warring States Period in that Suzaki Castle. As long as you want it, I will give it to you!"

"Suzaki Castle?"

Wuxin touched his chin and repeated softly. Wuxin seemed to have some impression of this name.