I'm in Konoha: Play Tsugikuni Yoriichi at the Start

Chapter 42

This is the result of leaving his hands for nothing. Naruto’s injuries are all skin injuries.

Will not endanger Naruto’s life.

“So.”

Hatake Nanxiong lifted the sword in his hand lightly, vomiting lightly in the mouth without cutting it again.

“This time, there should be a break between us.”

The indifferent tone did not contain the slightest touch of emotion.

But this kind of plain meaning is the most maddening not to be cut anymore.

Why?

Why is he?

A teenage doll is even as old as Bai.

How dare to speak to yourself so arrogantly?

The indifference and randomness in the words are like announcing that he wants to kill himself like a chicken but a dog.

How look down on yourself.

“Haha.”

Don’t sneer again.

“You nasty little devil, if you die with my decapitating knife, it will really cost you.”

“I have decided!”

No more killing intent in his eyes.

“I’m going to cut you down!”

“Then, cut off your limbs, pulled out your tongue, and let you see how your so-called companion, the teacher, died by my knife!”

The bitter words were spoken from the mouth without cutting.

Hatake Nanxiong’s face changed and became sullen.

He knows very well that people like those who don’t be killed, courtesy, justice and shame, as well as the moral fishing boats of the Ninja world can’t restrain him at all!

He will do what he says!

This time.

Hatake Nanxiong, who had been expressionless, was successfully angered by not being cut.

“Very good.”

Hatake Nanxiong said softly in his mouth.

A cold color flashed through the eyes of a falcon.

“You successfully angered me.”

Hum!

Earth-shattering.

The terrifying sword pressure radiated from Hatake Nanxiong’s body, and it was like a breath of substance, which suddenly rushed to the surrounding sky and swept away.

The firmament of clouds tore apart.

What a shocking picture.

Besieging him and Naruto’s magic mirror ice crystal made a creaking sound, about to shatter.

This sword pressure does not belong to the soul, nor does it belong to the breathing method.

It’s the momentum he wields the sword for a long time and comes from meditation!

Just like Jōnin’s oppression against Genin.

Hatake Nanxiong.

Crush it with aura and don’t cut it again!

“What’s the matter with this momentum?”

Don’t cut his face in surprise.

Unwilling to believe that, just now, he was awed and feared by others, and called him a “ghost man”.

Actually had a fear of this kid!

No.

This is impossible!

If he didn’t roar in his heart, it would be impossible for him to admit that he had just developed a fear of a teenager!

The plan has been dormant for so long, this is not the result he wants!

“Water Style! Water Dragon Bomb Technique!”

Without cutting Jieyin, a grim-faced water dragon spouted out of the sea.

The environment on the beach is more suitable for the ninjutsu that never cuts, blessing to the bottom, the power of Water Dragon Bomb is even more terrifying!

With great power, he rushed towards Hatake Nanxiong swiftly.

Bang!

The Water Dragon Bomb submerged Hatake Nanxiong’s body, the huge water splash brought the natural majesty, and the endless water pressure continued to hit.

Boom!

A shocking blow.

On the ground of the wharf, the foundation made of cement cracked at the moment of impact!

Hit it!

If you don’t cut your eyes with fiery eyes, such a terrifying power, that kid should be dead, right?

However.

The splash gradually dissipated.

The central location is empty.

Hatake Nanxiong’s fallen body did not appear.

Huh!

At the same time, a ghostly shadow flashed behind him without cutting.

It is Hatake Nanxiong!

At this moment, his forehead was covered with red hot and noble Madara patterns, his eyes were sharp and his movements were swift and violent.

Shot with one sword.

Unpretentiously swinging a knife.

With years of proficiency like a day, he passed the air and the sound barrier!

With Senhan’s blade, cut on the head that will never be cut!

“No more Mr. Cut!”

Seeing this knife will hit and never cut again.

Bai, who was constantly shifting and changing his position in the magic mirror, exclaimed, separated from the magic mirror, jumped, blocking the knife.

Click.

The mask cracked.

The face of a young boy who was so beautiful that he was so embarrassed appeared.

“Big, big sister?”

Naruto, who was sitting on the ground taking a rest and panting, was taken aback.

The person who blocked Hatake Nanxiong’s knife was the “big sister!”

Bloodstains were left from the white, beautiful and flawless face, and he fell in his arms that he never cut.

Hatake Nanxiong did not chase the knife.

With the Madara pattern turned on, he has an extraordinary speed of consciousness.

The power of this knife hits the person’s body, and it is impossible for anyone to survive.

“No longer, Mr. Cut…”

Bai coughed and coughed blood, and there was a smile of relief on his face.

The body that didn’t cut it again trembled visibly a few times.

He hugged Bai Qiqi’s body and remained silent.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Naruto sat down and looked at them, not knowing how long it would last. In his opinion, the battle should end there, and the enemy flees with his companions.

However.

“Go to hell!”

There was a violent flash in the eyes of no longer being cut, he wanted to take this opportunity to behead Hatake Nanxiong!

The other party just succeeded, now is definitely the most relaxing moment.

As long as you make a sudden move, you will definitely succeed!

With this thought, the decapitating knife that will not be cut is about to touch Hatake Nanxiong’s neck!

Whoosh!

What a pity.

Hatake Nanxiong with Madara pattern turned on, the speed is not what he can imagine.

The seemingly random back jump, it just dodges the mortal blow that will not be cut again.

Hatake Nanxiong smiled when he saw the side that was astonished, embarrassed, and angry.

What a sad person.

I can’t see the situation, and I can’t see myself.

The most cherished one lies in his arms without knowing it. Such a person is a kind of sadness to live.

That being the case.

Just let me send you to the west.

Lifting his head again, Hatake Nanxiong’s eyes became restrained.

The red robe on his body was automatic without wind, and the robe of his clothes was blown by the wind, with a meteor-like aura.

He clenched the knife in his hand and let go of his breathing rhythm.

“Nine type of breath of the sun-flywheel sun!”

Brush!

Swipe it out.

With the wind, with the flames, with the qi!

Rumbling–

The sword energy of Kuangwu swayed like a sun flame, and the terrifying coercion set off the roar of the sea.

Ten times, a hundred times longer than the Water Dragon Bomb, a huge wave hit the pier.

Jianqi aspect.

Like the aurora lightning, it instantly broke everything that blocked it.

The earth, sky, and ocean are discolored.

A thick cloud area in the center was pierced by this sword, revealing dazzling sunlight.

“I lost?”

The sword qi in the pupils that were not cut anymore got closer and gradually enlarged.

Puff!

Everything is so fast.

Too late to give a response to never cut again.

The vertical sword energy easily traversed his body, and the wound sizzled under the hot scorching temperature of the sun.

The blood line came out smoothly from the top of the head to the soles of the feet.

Bah!

Blood splatter.

The body was dyed red and white.

With a puff, the corpse that was not cut fell down suddenly, and there was no sound.

The last thought came:

“Konoha gave birth to a monster, I won’t cut it… I won’t be wronged if I lose.”.