Red Dust

What worries Daimaru is that the speed at which Sand Shinobi escapes seems to be a bit slower than that of Kakuto and Hidean, and the distance is gradually getting closer.

This is the crushing of comprehensive strength, and the gap is too large.

Hatake Kakashi's chakra is not enough, but it is more than most ninjas, but it is a lot worse than those physical monsters.

The speed of Jiaodu is acceptable, and the flying section is obviously a lot slower, but that is compared with other top shōnin, it is still very easy to chase a few chunin and shōnin.

Daimaru looked at the few people present, and helplessly found that the fastest one was actually himself, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Can't wait any longer, hurry up!"

Daimaru said to Gaara,

"According to the last time, fix everyone..."

"You mean to fly again?"

Gaara's face turned bad in an instant, and the others also had strange expressions on their faces.

"It's too late to hesitate any longer..."

Daimaru looked back at Kakuto and Hidean, as if he didn't mean to give up,

"Find an unobstructed open area and prepare to..."

Even if there are six Sand Ninjas, as long as the enemy makes a full effort, they can be defeated in one face-to-face.

Gaara is the only one who can barely compete with them, followed by Daimaru, who can be entangled with speed and short-term flying ability, and others should not expect it.

In the virgin jungle of River Country, there are too few places suitable for puppet ghosts to launch and take off.

Or Gaara is more capable, directly using sand ninjutsu to change the terrain, creating a flat area with a radius of tens of meters.

"Is it enough?"

"It's too big, is your chakra so wasteful?"

Daimaru looked at Gaara who was pushing too hard and couldn't help but ask.

"It's not me, the guy in the body is rushing to do it..."

"I see!"

Daimaru, who nodded clearly, almost forgot that this little brother-in-law also has a "flying lover" in his body. Hearing that he had the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying, he couldn't help it.

With such an occasional help, I really don't need to care about the consumption of chakra.

Daimaru quickly took out the puppet, the ghost, which had not been used for a long time, and prepared to take off.

Just as Daimaru Yuyin performed ninjutsu and separated several shadow clones, ready to let Gaara help others to enter the puppet activation, a long-handled March sickle with a red blade suddenly shot out in the distance.

Gaara, whose eyes were frozen, waved his right hand, and the sand wall quickly rose to the ground, wrapping Sand Ninja and his party in the middle, and then the giant sand hand clenched into a fist, and the bloody March sickle flew back.

Just when Sand Ren had no time to rejoice, a large piece of pitch-black tentacles pierced the sand wall and attacked in the direction where several people were standing.

Temari took off the three-star fan, waved it vigorously, and cast Wind Escape, Kama Itachi.

The violent wind blade not only cut the sudden black tentacles into pieces, but also blew away the sand evasion in front of them.

A strong wind swept forward, sweeping away a tree and bushes in the distance.

The line of sight suddenly became clear, and two strange ninjas wearing red cloud imperial robes on a black background appeared in their eyes.

In the tornado raging by the wind blade, the two attackers were inevitably cut, but as if these "little troubles" did not exist, they roamed with the ninjutsu of shumaru.

"How could it be so fast, obviously still..."

Daimaru raised his head and looked into the distance through his third eye. The place where Kakuto and Hidan were supposed to be was empty.

"Clone technique, or blindfolding technique?"

It seems that these two guys are still underestimated.

The arrogant Hidan may not like to use his brain very much, but Jiaodu, who has lived for nearly 90 years, is definitely not a fool to deal with.

Daimaru picked up a few pieces of blood vessels that had been cut open, and it felt real to the touch. It seemed that the one here was the real thing.

Controlling the sleeping Bai Jue clone in his body, he swallowed the tentacles of blood vessels that were still wriggling slightly. Daimaru looked in the direction of Jiaodu and Feiduan, and said with a sigh:

"Trouble! I thought I was fast enough, but I didn't expect to be one step late..."

Temari, who was trying his best to perform ninjutsu but was almost ignored, finally realized where the sense of urgency in Daimaru's previous words came from.

When encountering such a difficult opponent, if you don't run sooner, you will be courting death.

"Such a master, we have no chance of winning at all, what should we do?"

"Run, what else can I do?"

Now that he has been caught up, Daimaru's uneasy heart has calmed down.

"I love Luo, according to plan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kankuro couldn't wait to shoot a batch of poisonous smoke bombs with his puppet.

Yame and Chi entered the puppet Ghost in turn, followed by Temari and Kankuro, and finally Gaara.

After a while, Daimaru entered the cockpit, and the four shadow clones began to cast Wind Escape Gale Palm, ready to activate the puppet ghost.

At this moment, a pitch-black spear shot out from the thick poisonous smoke, hitting the abdomen of the last "Shadow Clone" guarding in front, and blood spattered.

The "shadow clone" that was hit did not show any doubts, and looked at the wound that was bleeding continuously, gently stroked it with his palm, then put his hands on the ground, and the chakra spread.

Immediately, the door of the hideous face rose from the ground, blocking the puppet and ghost who was about to lift off behind him.

Sure enough, the bloody March sickle that followed came flying again, slashing at the psychic Rashomon, cutting a deep gap, but it was not penetrated in the end.

The "shadow clone" that was pierced through the abdomen changed back to its original appearance, and was quickly recovered by Daimaru. Then, a violent rumbling sounded, and the puppet and ghost flew obliquely into the sky at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye. After ten seconds disappeared at the end of the line of sight.

The sonic boom shock wave aroused when the puppet and ghost lifted off, shattered the shadow clone and psychic Rashomon left by Daimaru, and also blew away the poisonous mist not far away, revealing the horns that blocked the wind and sand with their arms. Both and Feiduan.

"Huh... what about people?"

Feiduan stepped forward, looked at the large sand crater formed by the blast of the air shock wave, and asked Jiaodu inexplicably.

"Ran!"

Jiao Du looked thoughtfully towards the direction where Chakra disappeared,

"Can't catch up, let's go back!"

"Eh? It's been hard work, how can we just forget it? I clearly remember that the pitch-black spear seemed to hit the enemy..."

Feiduan, who was talking, unhurriedly retrieved his treasured weapon, and sure enough, there was a lot of red blood stains on the pitch-black spear.

"Look! I'll just say, it's impossible to gain nothing..."

"Are you going to curse the enemy with a ritual?"

"Of course!"

Feiduan smiled smugly and licked the blood on the jet-black spear with his tongue.

"You said it, let me have fun this time!"

"You can be satisfied with this kind of crap? Or do you want me to wait for you here for at least half an hour?"

"Don't worry too much, Jiaodu!"

Feiduan cut open his wrist slowly, and drew the curse print pattern of Death Sipin's blood on the ground, and was about to prepare to cast a secret technique.

"It doesn't matter whether those guys are strong or not, as long as they can understand the greatness of the evil god!"

"You just want to feel the pain and fear of death?"

"Don't be so straightforward! I'll try to hurry up, I won't keep you waiting..."

Feiduan, who was getting more and more mad, turned into a dark body and a white-faced evil spirit, and pierced his heart with a dark spear backhand!

Chapter 0220 Support

In the high altitude in the distance, the puppet and ghost cut through the barrier of the air and moved forward quickly.

After experiencing the rapid progress at the beginning, under the influence of resistance, it gradually slowed down and fell to the speed of sound, and the sand ninjas felt a little better.

Soon after, the puppet Ghost stabilized at a relatively moderate speed, and under the control of Daimaru, glided smoothly.

The feelings of Yame, Chi, Temari and Kankuro curled up in the back are unknown for the time being. Gaara’s mind is a little dizzy, and she has to bear the torture of the screaming one-tailed Morizuru in her body. She didn’t have much rosy complexion , looked even paler.

"Is it more crowded here?"

I can only see Daimaru's back, and I don't know what happened after that. Gaara, who was closest to him, used a sand pad to separate himself and Daimaru. He noticed that the space was narrower than before, so he asked aloud.

"It's probably grown up and bigger, after all, it's been half a year..."

Daimaru's tone was flat and perfunctory, not wanting others to know that there was another person in front of him.

Right Jin closed his eyes and sat opposite Daimaru. Bai Jue was possessed by a clone, providing a huge amount of vitality at all times, repairing the wound in his abdomen.

"It smells of blood, are you injured?"

"No problem!"

Daimaru frowned and looked at Ukon who was in a bad state.

The Parasitic Ghost Destruction Technique brings a strong survivability, as long as he doesn't die, you can recover as before.

The life energy provided by Bai Jue's clone should not make Youjin die at present, but the life force is not omnipotent. If it can't be supplied for a while and you will die, Daimaru has worked hard for several months. The harvest is about to end, and even many plans that need to rely on Youjin will all be scrapped.

No matter which one of Ukon and Shirai's clones died, Daimaru suffered heavy losses.

After a while, Yukin's chest seemed to be pierced by an invisible sharp blade, and Daimaru hurriedly controlled Bai Jue's clone to mend the wound on the outside.

"Sure enough, Hidean still didn't give up. 』

Death Division is too difficult to deal with with blood, has the body of immortality, and has mastered the ability of ninjutsu to counter injuries. Before knowing what the body of the evil god is, Daimaru does not want to try it casually.

It was an accident that Youjin was injured, and it was difficult to deceive Feidan with a little trick.

At the critical moment of escape, every second counts, and there is no time to think too much.

"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger..."

The "airsickness" reaction was too severe, and Gaara, who was already dizzy, still felt a trace of incongruity.

"Don't worry, I know it!"