Hokage’s Invincible Tenseigan

Seeing the enemy's departure, the older grassy bait's popularity deteriorated sharply.

"What do you guys eat, even a Genin can't help it."

The person next to him mocked with some disdain: "I can't beat even one Genin. It's really a shame for the Ninja Seven."

"What? There are no pears, you say it again? Don't look down on Genin, his speed is faster than the average Jōnin, why can't you be able to bear it?"

The middle-aged man who was called Miri Jinhachi by the old man is the current holder of the Seven Ninja Swords and Droplets.

He has long black hair, vertical braids, two strands of goatee hanging down to his chest, his left eye is covered by a large black eye mask, and white bandages are wrapped around his head and neck.

Hearing the old man making excuses for excuses, the goatee curled his lips and continued mocking: "Who just said that the opportunity should be reserved for seniors who are about to retire? Can we make money with you?"

Seeing that the two began to quarrel, a man with bald eyebrows and double knives hurriedly persuaded him: "Well, our task is to chase Three Tails Jinchūriki. It has been delayed for a long time. If they don't rush over, they will It's about to enter Konoha's sphere of influence, and it will be in trouble at that time."

This person is Ghost Dengyingyue, the owner of Double Swords and Flounder. His tall brown hair looks full of personality. He wears a blue-bottomed one-piece tights with black stripes. He also wears a gray Mist outside. Shinobi Anbu vest.

The forehead protector with the Mist Shinobi logo was hung around his neck casually, and the huge flounder double knives were carried horizontally behind him.

Seeing that his speech was interrupted, the extremely unhappy goatee suddenly scolded.

"Shut up, kid!"

Tong Cao Bai Bai Ren was equally unhappy, but as the temporary leader of the Seven Ninja Swords this time, he was still able to focus on the overall situation.

"The Mist Shinobi seven people were actually scared off by a Genin. It's so bad to hear it!

Our Mist Shinobi Seven should not be the laughing stock of the Shinobi world, and that would severely damage Mist Shinobi's future mission share.

The prestige of the Ninja Swordsman is never allowed to be tarnished, even if it pays any price for it!

For the honor of Shinobi, for Mist Shinobi, we must eradicate that Konoha Genin.

As the captain of the action team, I gave the order to pursue and kill Genin, the green-blooded shirt, with all my strength! Try to get rid of the opponent as quickly as possible, and don't affect the tasks scheduled by Third Generation this time!

Hey? Where are Licha Kushi Maru and Loquat Juzo? "

Hearing the old man looking for himself, a long yellow thorn-like fluffy hair with a Mist Shinobi Anbu mask on his face, long slender limbs, and a vicious voice, Li Shakuwanwan came out of the dense forest.

"I set up a trap in the woods, but it's a pity that the prey escaped. The speed is so fast. It was a waste of the resting place I carefully arranged for him."

"Oh oh... it's really surprising, the fastest long knife and stitch user among the seven Ninja swords is actually praising others for their speed..."

The black hoe Thunder tooth holding a thunder knife joked playfully with a grin and purple lips.

"Just fit it, you guys, don't forget our mission!

If the mission fails, you know what the Lord Third Generation does! "

Ghost Dengyingyue, who was back with double knives, interrupted the quarrel again.

Hearing these words, the people with different expressions put on the same expressions of fear at the same time, and they all disappeared before the old man repeated the order again.

With tears in his eyes, Might Guy looked back as he hurried, hoping that the man would appear in front of him again as before.

The image of his father in his mind has always been silly, naive, and a little sloppy. He doesn't know how strong he is, and he always speaks big words. As Genin, he can't be better than he is, but he didn't expect. Such a ridiculed Ten Thousand Years Genin has turned the tide in such a crisis!

No one in the three-person team spoke. They just followed Might Duy's instructions and took advantage of the time he created to quickly return to the village to find reinforcements, but they knew in their hearts that it was just an excuse to resolve their guilt. ...It is impossible to wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

The heavy-hearted three people completely lost the concept of time. I don't know how long it took, a huge cloud of blue steam fell heavily in front of the three of them. When they could see the person clearly, they were surprised to find that it was Uncle with thick eyebrows.

"Dad? Did you beat them? Too strong!"

Might Guy turned from sorrow to joy and ran to his father and said excitedly.

Might Duy didn't answer his son's words. After looking around the surroundings, he kept flashing to every corner of the surroundings, trying to find the trace of the enemy.

"Have you met a scar man with a big knife?"

After a few breaths, the fruitless Might Duy appeared in front of his son again, and asked this question solemnly.

The three shook their heads together.

Might Guy was very puzzled, "Dad, what's the matter? Is the enemy too strong, even the Eight Inner Gates is not their opponent?"

Might Duy stretched out his thumb, licked his sharp sharp teeth, and gave his son a relieved smile.

"Don't worry, son! They are not Dad's opponents.

The power of youth will not be blocked!

But the enemy was too cunning, and one ran away while I was focusing on the battle.

I was afraid they would come to chase you, so I threw off those enemies and rushed over in time.

They are also about to catch up, and I will continue to fight next.

Before that, the three of you don't leave my vision! "

The voice fell, and five figures followed one after another!

Might Duy walked slowly in front of the five people, blocking the three imps behind him.

"Remember, from now on, you will not leave my sight for a moment before all the enemies fall."

Might Guy was a little worried.

"Dad, is it really okay? They are the Seven Ninja Swordsmen!"

Might Dai nodded.

"No problem, son!

do you know? You are better than dad because you have a partner who can be your opponent for life.

With him, you can always measure your own strength.

Unlike my father, I still don't know where my limits are.

Mist Shinobi is a good opponent. Now, it's time for me to completely release my youth! "

"Dad..."

Tears flashed in Might Guy's eyes, and his father's figure grew taller than ever before.

"Put away your tears, Guy!"

Might Duy didn't look back, but his tone was extremely solemn.

"Tears...that's an insult to a man who has a good death consciousness!

Be optimistic, this is the last style my dad didn't teach you, Eight Inner Gates Eighth Gate!

Meet the ninjas of Mist Shinobi!

The strongest combat power in the Ninja world in this era will be the Konoha Genin that you most look down on!

Welcome the nightmare! "

After he finished speaking, he sprinted with the five Ninja swords, reached out his hand again to give Guy a thumbs up, and then put his hand in front of his chest.

"Burn it, my youth.

Eight Inner Gates·Dead Gate-Open!

Eight Inner Gates Formation! "

When Tsumi rushed to the battlefield, it was empty, except for the tree trunks and deep pits that broke after the fierce battle.

"Are you late?

Why didn't the hair remain, the seven Mist Shinobi were evaporated from the world?

No, it seems that three people survived in the original book. Even if those three people were messed into by themselves and died here, their bodies should always be left behind! "

Unwilling to give up, Tsujian checked the battlefield again, hoping to find some clues.

He doesn't think that the battle just like that will leave no traces, even if the six people die together and the world evaporates, the six ninja swords will always be left behind!

"Could it be... Someone cut me off?

who is it?

Might Guy's three-person team?

It shouldn’t be, it’s just a while...

Forget it, no matter what so many, hurry up and save Ye Yuan Lin! "

After speaking, Tsumi drew a cross on his chest.

"I'm sorry, brother!

It's not that I'm not friends enough, it's that you die too fast.

Amitabha, good and good..."

Just as Tsumi mourned for a moment of silence for his friend, and was about to withdraw, a huge bloody steam dyed half of the sky red.

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