Betrayal Has a Terrible Start

Because of the geographical environment of the Land of Winds, the ninjas born and raised here basically have only two attributes of wind and soil.

The number of ninjas with thunder and fire attributes is relatively low, but many can be found.

However, water-type ninjas are very rare, and every water-type ninja is a precious resource in Sand Ninja Village.

No way, the Land of Wind is too short of water. For the sand ninja village, the water ninja is no less than an artificial waterworks that does not require money to buy water.

However, in the harsh waterless environment here in the Land of Winds, it is unrealistic to want to display a huge water escape ninjutsu.

Even if you get the water-type sand ninja that Sandyin Village vigorously nurtures, the water ninjutsu you can use will only release the same amount of water.

Similar to Ye Ji, a ninja with huge chakra support, and a higher level of water ninjutsu assistance, can perform powerful water ninjutsu in the waterless desert.

Rao is so, the power of water escape ninjutsu displayed here is actually much lower than the power of water escape displayed in places such as plains or wetlands.

Because the water flow in the sand is not high, the water escape ninjutsu needs to consume three to four times the usual amount of chakra, and the power cannot reach the level that he recognizes.

Otherwise, with the ninjutsu of the water escape system, Ye Ji could play these sand ninjas to death.

Covering the sand with water makes the sand heavy and difficult to maneuver.

Ye Ji thought about this, but when she saw the desert environment she was in, she couldn't help but burst into tears. No matter how strong her water escape was, it was impossible to cover the entire desert.

Not to mention the entire desert, even if the chakras in the whole body are exhausted, it is still a question whether it can create an artificial lake with a radius of one kilometer.

Without the influence of Luosha Magnetic Dun, Ye Ji could finally let go of her hand to fight, grasping the white hilt of the Kusanagi sword, and yanking it out.

A puppet rushed up and split in half instantly!

The Sand Ninja Anbu, who was controlling the puppet behind, was stunned.

Ye Ji couldn't help laughing secretly, a bunch of country bumpkins, you are dumbfounded now, we are witches with magical weapons!

How could a mere second or third-rate puppet resist the edge of Kusanagi sword.

Without hesitation, he swiped on the neck of this Sand Ninja Anbu, a head shot up into the sky, and the rain of blood sprayed from the neck smeared on her witch costume.

Ye Ji didn't care, and there was a bit of wet water on her face.

Sticking out his tongue and licking it lightly, it was a rust-smelling sweetness, probably the blood spilled from Sand Ninja's.

When it's not about paying attention to the image in the battle, it's a quick fight.

There is an abnormal noise.

That is a large-scale shuriken sword rain.

The left, right, front, and top areas were blocked.

Shunjutsu is not space ninjutsu. Simply put, it is the movement of the body, rather than omitting the emptiness between two points and directly reaching the place you want.

Therefore, even if he escaped with the Shuriken technique, he would inevitably be injured by the Shuriken Sword Rain.

Don't you think it's bullshit?

Because the shuriken is a trick only played by Genin and Chunin, theoretically speaking, it has little effect on a ninja of the level of Ye Ji.

But.

This is not a single person's shuriken, but a shuriken formation of a dozen people. A large number of shuriken are sealed inside the scroll, and when necessary, they will be taken out to shoot the enemy.

The rain of swords formed by more than a thousand shuriken, the scene is very spectacular.

It was densely packed like raindrops, and the depressing atmosphere made it impossible to breathe.

(Someone actually said that my book is not dark? Soon, let you feel the dark aura of the protagonist Ji...)

Chapter 27 Miss Miko is not serious

Ancient memories came up.

It was a female ninja with a very immature age and body, galloping on the **** battlefield, wearing a forehead protector belonging to the Konoha mark under her neck, and there was no current defection incident.

The original owner of the body had faced the formation of Shuriken Sword Rain that was even more terrifying than this.

The battlefield called the Second Ninja World War.

It can be described without hesitation as a sea of ​​corpses.

All kinds of large-scale ninjutsu are intertwined, and countless shurikens are like a continuous torrential rain, and thousands of ninjas gather together to fight.

When she was young, she was also sent to the battlefield.

From Genin, to Chunin, climbed out of the dead.

I don't know how many times I have been injured on my tender body, and I have accumulated a lot of combat experience. Relying on these precious survival experiences, I survived the Second Ninja World War by luck.

It was a battlefield where people stepped on people and killed people!

It has nothing to do with right and wrong, nothing to do with virtue, just for survival, for profit, and for the sake of strength, the Asura **** that fights.

Human life, in this chaotic world, is the most worthless thing.

It is now, and it will be in the future.

Compared with the war scene in memory, the attack in front of him is not enough.

It is too late to perform ninjutsu, and before that, he will definitely be shot into a hedgehog.

The experience of surviving countless times of life and death told her so.

The speed of the shuriken is too fast. At this time, defensive ninjutsu is used. Even if the speed of the seal is fast, it must be stopped before the sand ninjas can move, otherwise it will be a dead end.

therefore.

The girl danced the long sword in her hand, blocking the shuriken one by one, and the sparks that swept out, accompanied by the sound of ding ding ding ding, continued.

Dodge left and right, jump forward and backward, relying on the instinct of the body, flexibly dodge in the rain of shuriken swords.

It's just that there are too many shuriken.

One after another, she was pressed to hold her breath, and fine cold sweat flowed down from the snow-white cheeks, wetting the hair on the temples.

It's impossible to defend against it all.

Chi Chi.

The sound of clothes being torn.