Chapter 343 It’S Hard To Tell The Truth From The False (Part 1)
Listening to the shrill and hoarse scream in his ears, Kurikasu Kushimaru only felt a sense of relief.
Just like a hunter catching his prey.
"09!0909...090ÂÂÂ......!"
"The guys from the Hyuga clan are nothing more than that!"
Cold and wanton ridicule came from behind the mask, and Kurumi Kushimaru's spike-like hair trembled with the laughter.
It would be best if he could be captured alive, but if he couldn't be captured alive, it would be fine to take him back with his head intact.
Anyway, the mission requirement is at least a pair of intact "white eyes".
Kurumi Kushimaru jumped twice and approached, preparing to withdraw the steel wire of the long knife and needle.
Use your wrists to pull and pull.
However, just as he made this action, Shishimaru was suddenly startled.
He is an adult and is a little over two meters tall.
And this Hyuga Xuexu is a woman, right?
Is she...that tall??
This doubtful thought suddenly arose in Kurikushi's heart.
In an instant.
The impression in Kurisu Kushimaru's mind was inexplicably blurred, but his hands began to tremble before he realized it, and he felt restless.
At the same time, the sounds in my ears gradually changed.
The difficult sound of the other party's breathing, like a broken bellows, became more and more obvious.
It didn't sound like...a woman's voice.
Gradually, the scene in front of Kurumi Kushimaru began to change.
only saw,
"Hyuga Snow"'s black hair turned into bright orange, her slender body became fatter, and her height suddenly grew taller...
Only the wounds on his body caused by long knives and needles remained unchanged.
"Watermelon Mountain...Pufferfish Ghost..."
"…………How could it be you??"
Kurihara Kushimaru finally confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.
The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost——This man who was two and a half meters tall had some difficulty even staying standing. After his body swayed, he fell to the ground with a splash of smoke.
His arms hung weakly, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grab something, but couldn't. His lips were slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a faint sound of breath.
"Hohocough cough......"
My breathing was as weak as a candle that was about to go out, and every ups and downs seemed like the last struggle of life.
"You guys...from now on..."
"What on earth...are you doing...?"
Forced to finish the last paragraph.
The eyes of the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost had completely lost their former brightness, becoming hollow and blank.
Looking at the watermelon mountain puffer ghost lying motionless on the ground, Kurumi Kushimaru's hands couldn't help but tremble.
Especially looking at the bloodstains on the opponent's body that were cut by the steel wire.
Shivering, cold, Ma Cun...
The original pride in my heart was shattered into a ball of dregs in an instant.
"............"
Although the current Mist Shinobi has strict regulations and a cold style, it is far from the level of "blood mist" in later generations.
There is no doubt that the battlefield is the easiest place to create a feeling of comrades-in-arms.
Suddenly,
Kurumi Kushimaru seemed to feel something.
Kaka.
His neck turned stiffly, and he looked in the original direction.
There, Hyuga Xuexu was standing quietly, with the white sword in his hand still pointing diagonally at the ground. Time seemed to be flowing backwards, as if the previous battles were all hallucinations.
Hallucination?
Yes, illusion!
This is an illusion!!
Those snowflakes flying all over the sky are not only ninjutsu, but also illusion.
Kurisan Kushimaru's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered some secret.
He immediately disrupted his chakra flow and prepared to get out of this illusion.
Hyuga Xuexu just watched coldly.
The bright blade and the sunlight in the sky reflected each other, as if mocking something.
"As you think, you have fallen into my illusion field..."
"But, Xiguashan Puffer Ghost has the assistance of the big sword Samehada. If he combines man and sword, then my illusion will have almost no effect on him..."
Before stepping onto the battlefield of water and fire, Xuexu naturally memorized the information about Mist Shinobi's high-end combat power.
Compared with other special ninja swords, the ninja sword with life like the sword Samehada is Xueguan's primary target.
You know, she has been practicing [Blade Zen] for some time, but the white sword [Moon in the Well] has only a weak spiritual consciousness.
"So, I have no choice but to kill him with your help..."
"I believe you will understand my choice..."
As he spoke, Xuexu leisurely walked to the front of Kurishan Kushimaru.
Ta-ta.
After standing still, the two were less than two meters apart.
"A murderer will be killed by others. This principle has been known since you became a ninja..."
"Go to hell!————"
Tongcao Yebairen roared loudly, and Hunshui Wanqie chopped down at Hyuga Xueguan's back.
But unexpectedly, the direction of his blunt knife was aimed at Kurishan Kushimaru.
"Illusion! This is an illusion!"
Kurihan Kushimaru stood there, motionless.
He repeated loudly to himself, "This is an illusion, not real."
But as the blunt knife approached, the coldness of the blade stimulated his skin hairs to stand up.
"Keng!"
At the last moment, Kurishan Kushimaru raised his long knife to block it.
Feeling the huge pressure from the opposite side, he felt heavy in his heart.
Not an illusion??
But in the next 490 seconds, a huge ninja sword was swung, and the head of the Tokusakusayobi was chopped off on the spot. In the splashing blood, Kurishai Kushimaru saw Biwa Juzo behind him.
Broken sword-beheading sword.
This time the beheading mission was really completed.
"How could you make such a low-level mistake when you were distracted on the battlefield?"
Biwa Juzo accused without hesitation.
"Okay, mission accomplished, 膩.
Biwa Juzang picked up the head of the wild bait man, took out the sealing scroll, and sealed it in. When he looked up, he felt a chill on his neck. He touched it and found it was blood.
Where did the blood come from??
As soon as this thought came up, his consciousness suddenly trembled, and the blur became clear.
Opening his blurry eyes, it was as if he was recognizing the current world for the first time.
It made him unable to distinguish between reality and illusion for a while.
But, he didn't need to distinguish it anymore.
"Pah!"
Biwa Juzang covered his throat and knelt on the ground.
He stared at the direction of Kurishan Kushimaru with his eyes fixed, and uttered a word hoarsely.
"......"
Kurihan Kushimaru stared blankly at the two dilapidated corpses on the ground.
His throat felt extremely dry.
Can he escape?
"So, can you tell me something I want to know now?"
" Mist Shinobi's ninja. "
Xuexu's voice was still cold and gentle.