The King of Fighters

"brush!"

next second!

Just cut straight down!

He's going to kill with a knife!

The blood was flowing, and the pain on his face made Da Dao stunned for a moment. Facing the long sword that fell straight down, his spirit became a little dazed at this moment.

"call out!"

A kunai came from the sky, and the target was directly at the head of the East Dead.

"when!"

But the so-called siege Wei to save Zhao did not appear at all, and a rock suddenly protruded from the shoulders of the East Dead, directly blocking Kuwuji from the outside.

This is?

The effect of the earth-dun and rock-fist technique!

PS: The Hundred Chapters Commemoration will be on the shelves tomorrow, I am very panicked.

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Kunai was shot by Mimura Yemaki, who came to him. He wanted to save his nephew, but this trivial attack did not bring any obstacles to the East Dead.

"Bring a knife!" Mimura Hazuki dragged his scarred body, staggered, and hoarse voice, rushing towards him.

Yamanaka Nan clutched his pierced chest, looking desperately at the knife, he was holding the knife in a daze, and when he wanted to speak, there was indeed a pain in his chest, and he couldn't make any sound.

The angry Dong Dead will not be merciful because of the task. The long knife "buzzes" in the air. Time seems to be frozen at this moment. With the knife, he even feels that he still has time to take a look at the long sword in Dong Dead's hand. Knife.

Yes.

I'm dying

Murderers are always killed.

With a knife suddenly realized.

Just like he relied on the strength obtained by the system, slaughtered the Quartet, and slaughtered the lives of others at will.

His hands were already covered with the hot blood from other people's bodies.

And now, isn't it a normal thing to die at the hands of others?

This is the battlefield!

A battlefield that can kill anyone at any time

This is not a house!

Nor is he a peaceful flower grower, who can let him stay behind the screen, wanton squandering his exciting youth.

Here is the battlefield.

It is a volume written by the victors.

but

Knife blinked.

What does this have to do with me? It's just a cartoon drawn by an island country cartoonist.

Maybe if you die here, you can go back.

Anyway, to this world, I am just a passer-by, and I have nothing to remember.

I don't even exist in the original, do I?

Even if someone like me really existed, but look at Kakashi, the days to come will not be very good.

The sixth generation of Hokage, the first technician of Konoha, the ninja world is five or five open, so moisturizing.

No one cares about me, and I don't have to care about anyone else.

Die.

Just die.

You can go back when you die.

Instead of facing the complex world, you can go back to the screen.

Tapping the keyboard, standing on the highest point, criticizing what others have done.

With the knife thinking so, he even planned to close his eyes. After all, seeing himself die, he always felt weird.

"Bring a knife!"

Huh?

Sounds like something?

are you calling me?

The ear with the knife trembled slightly, and the focal length of the eyes also focused on the voice.

that is not?

Is it Mimura Hakimaki who is mean to me?

"Hey!"

He also pretended to be my uncle and said that he was my mother's brother, but thanks to me being a transmigrator, I remembered everything.

Eh!

wrong?

I have a mother?

Right.

Where can I get without a mother.

what!

Dao's heart suddenly trembled violently.

He has a mother!

He was born in this world, a living person, he was not made up.

"Don't! Bring a knife!"

Mimura Hazaki's screaming made Odao who was about to be locked in his consciousness suddenly wake up.

It's a real world!

The person on the other side is going to kill me!

No!

With a knife in his mind, he didn't know where the speed came from, and one hand accurately grasped the blade of the long knife.

"pain!"

Hot blood flowed down the stinging palm and slowly along the wrist. The intense pain stimulated the knife-wielding mind, and he realized it at this moment!

The person who was pierced through his chest and still wanted me to escape is called Yamanaka Minami.

That man with scars all over his body, even though his steps were staggering, was still trying to save me called Mimura Yemaki.

The one who waited for me in the woods every day and practiced with me was called Matt Dai.

The person who stayed at school and looked out the window arrogantly and hoped for my safety was called Kakashi.

The person who peeps at me every day with a crystal ball is called Sarutobi Hizen.

The person who was squatting in the dark underground, wondering what he was thinking about, and who had no good intentions towards me was called Shimura Danzo.

The person buried in the ground and still watching me through the underworld is called Sakumo Hatake.

that!

that!

And that one!

And the person in front of me who was holding a long sword and was about to kill me was called the East Dead.

He is from Yanyin Village, and he is a rock ninja!

I'm not fictitious, nor is this a fake time.

I am a person who grew up in the real world, a living person.

My name is Hatake with a knife!

"drink!"

With a muffled snort, Dao raised his head, looked at the dead man in front of him with joy, grinned, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I can't just die here."

"Little devil!" Dong Dead Man looked at the knife-wielding smile, stunned for a moment, and then said casually, "Whether you die or not, I have the final say!"

"is it?"

Dao Dao stood up resolutely, holding the blade in his hand, looking directly at the East Dead, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, chuckled lightly, and said disdainfully, "I'm not going to die, you can't say it!"

"Oh?"

The East Dead didn't care about the disdain of carrying a knife. In his opinion, this was just the struggle of a dying person.

"Ha ha."

Thinking of this, the East Dead man smiled mockingly, his hands violently hard.

"hiss!"

The increased strength made the long knife sink deeper, the blade seemed to touch the bone, and the strong pain made the knife uncontrollably take a breath, but the knife still did not give up, and was firmly fixed on the original. ground, not even bending the legs.

"Damn brat!"

The knife-wielding reaction made Dong Dead's face a little unbearable. He cursed angrily, and his wrist was violently forced, as if he was about to turn the long knife and chop off the knife-wielding palm.