Strongest Naruto Swordsman

There was a burst of killing, a roar of the last life, one after another, the life that splashed on the land along with the life. Ao Mu, Chi Yan, Rui Jin, and Hou Tu, the four blood cloaked Altar Masters all looked at them. They were anxious, they were angry how much they wished they could save more lives of the blood cloaked Disciples.

But they can only see Puppet who has been violently attacking himself around him and fly-about from time to time in the sky throwing each and everyone’s clay sculpture made of detonating clay. Suddenly they found that Originally himself was very proud of Strength, and his now confident blood cloakroom was so cowardly in front of such Strength.

This is … our blood cloakroom?

Do not! Blood cloak should not look like this. The Blood Clothing Pavilion should never be a lamb to get trampled on. Our Chi Yan Altar, our Sharp Gold Altar, and our Thick Earth Altar, our most formidable Strength, are not here at this moment! If … if our Strength were all here, how could we be in such a situation?

Don’t regret it! If you and the others really listened to Bi Shui’s suggestion, Blood Cloak would not be so passive at this moment. We are still a group of proud tigers and panthers, not such lambs!

Bishui did not appear from beginning to end, everyone knew that Bishui was in the Blood Cloak. But maybe it was too bad to be sad? Bishui has never revealed his silhouette. fair enough! At least if the four Altar Masters of the Five Elements altar are all folded here, there is another person who can Commander to prevent the Blood Cloak from falling into the most dangerous situation.

Ao Mu thought so, so did the other 3 Altar Masters. Because in this situation, even if Bi Shui really comes out, it doesn’t really have a huge effect. No matter how proficient the soft whip is, how can it be defeated by dozens of Puppets who besiege themselves and not be afraid of death? Enemies hovering in the sky?

But people in the Blood Cloak have already lost a lot, and the number of people who have died or been seriously injured has reached nearly 60%. But at this time, all of Akatsuki’s people started to leave the battlefield slowly.

“Hurry up! Everyone, rescue the injured people around you as soon as possible!”

When Ao Mu found Akatsuki and began to retreat, he didn’t even think about it and immediately ordered to start rescuing the wounded. These people cannot die anymore. These people are the young younger generation in Blood Cloak, and the future of Blood Cloak, they must not be buried here!

Akatsuki’s people gradually came together and stood into a huge square. Deidara hovering in the sky and Sasori, who controls Puppet, have also returned to Akatsuki’s formation.

Chiyan, Houtu, and Ruijin also came to Ao Mu, and 4 people stood in a row. Some of the surviving Disciples in Blood Cloak also brought some wounded people who were still in the rescue to their backs, and from time to time there was a cry of pain.

The contrast between the two sides is very obvious. Although Akatsuki here does not at all excite the roar like ‘victory’, but each one of them has a kind of pride that is difficult to dispel. This is our organization, this It’s our Strength!

The blood cloaked people did not have the time to care about the Spirit face of the Akatsuki people, because they are almost trying to rescue the wounded on their side, and once they hesitate an instant a life may die like this, not to mention the sorrows everywhere, but every one There is a deep sadness in people’s eyes.

Staring tightly at Akatsuki formation, Chiyan, Ruijin, thick soil, and Ao wood are also gloomy, and Akatsuki has already occupied a huge advantage. As long as they are willing, after paying a small part of the price, the headquarters of Blood Cloak will be directly annihilated. Even if these Altar Masters can fortunately save their lives, they can only escape as stray dogs. But now Akatsuki does not attack and gives up his own advantage. So naturally it is because of a larger plot?

Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the sky, with a pair of white wings behind her. No, it’s not a wing made of feathers but a wing that turns into pieces of white paper.

The angel of the gods, White Tiger Konan of Akatsuki, came to battlefield.

Konan controlled the wings behind her to slowly fall, and stood in front of Akatsuki’s ninjas. A pair of eyes looked straight at the 4 Altar Masters in Blood cloak, but it was so calm as if at looking Like ants.

“God … summon, you come into our arms.”

Konan opened his mouth lightly, and the cold voice rang through the entire battlefield instantly under Chakra’s enforcement.

God?

The people in Blood cloak are very puzzled. Is there really a God in this World? But Akatsuki’s ninjas are really enthusiastic, as if they came here to represent the gods and recruit the Disciples in the Blood Cloak. They are very proud and proud.

“God of bullshit! Don’t you just want us to join you and become your pawns and cannons. Although we are at a disadvantage in this battle, we will not know yet another fight. We are in blood You do n’t have to be afraid of the blood cloak. You do n’t qualify if you want us to become a group of soft eggs and slaves sent by your subordinates. ”

Hearing Konan’s words, Chi Yan was the first to stand up. If it weren’t for Konan being a woman, Chi Yan might have started bullshitting. But although this remark is not so literary, it is enough to inspire Disciples in the Blood cloak behind the 4 Altar Masters.

The Blood-Court Pavilion’s Middle-aged in the Headquarters is light, and younger means more unyielding. There is no oily smoothness like those of older people. Many people have stood up, whether they were injured or not, or whether they were about to die. each and everyone started to anger towards the sky:

“That’s right! Blood dipped in clothes, happy to be afraid. This is our blood cloakroom!”

Older people on the side wanted to pull them back, but all the youngsters were unmoved, but shouted more vigorously.

“Bloody is so dreadful, not afraid!”

“Bloody is so dreadful, not afraid!”

“Bloody is so dreadful, not afraid!”

Nangong Zhe stood in the attic, smiling at the roaring youngsters who looked at the Blood Clothing Pavilion.

“Blood cloak, isn’t this still cloaked cloak?”