People are in Konoha, starting from the teacher Uchiha Madara

Chapter 337 Falling into the Sea of ​​Dust

The closed five senses are like a black curtain that covers the sky. Mao, who has lost his vision, curiously rotates the perception like vision, capturing the ubiquitous natural energy in the air.

Even though the sensation was at its lowest point, Mao still felt from the bottom of his heart that coming from the direction of the sacred tree, the dots of stars lingering in the night were like an endless natural river.

Stupid fairy?

Yes.

She is indeed an idiot.

Like the Yuyi clan, a family of idiots who walk slowly.

如果
The Hagoromo clan accepted Hashirama and Madara's invitation to join Konoha at the beginning of Konoha's establishment. The situation should be quite different.

It's not like triggering a late acquaintance at the bonfire party.

A sense of sadness surged in Mao's heart, and he felt the fighting spirit in his body slow down, and suddenly moved his perception to stare at the sleeping face.

it's OK.

Just push forward.

Late arrivals will also follow the big strides towards the lead.

The girl who was determined again, the chakra of the celestial arts rushed to her limbs like waves, and her arms, which were no different from ordinary people, turned into the most exquisite weapon at this moment.

"wind!"

The girl striding forward and creating a phantom is like an angry tiger walking on the wind. Her short hair reflects a soft and fighting silhouette, and she swings her fists to smash all obstacles in her mind.

Sharingan turned rapidly, barely able to catch the afterimage mixed with moonlight.

Mao was serious.

Feeling the man-made gust of Zhili, he pulled his mind to the highest level of vigilance, and all the neurons in his body trembled together.

The fist that collided with the gale made a sharp thunder on the way forward, and the continuously jumping arcs bloomed in the air like fireworks.

The chaotic and irregular neighing of thunder and lightning sounded like a thousand birds singing in unison to Jiri. The ninjutsu she had never seen made her feel a taste of death.

Absolutely not, take this move head-on.

The thunder was getting closer and closer in the night, and there was no time to take out the scroll to unseal the round fan. Zhili, whose red eyes were stained with thunder, made a decision immediately.

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Jiri's eyes flickered, looking at herself who appeared with the smoke beside her, since there was only one attack, she would confuse Mao's judgment.

"boom!"

The sound of trampling the ground was instantly drowned out by the ear-piercing thunder, and the fist in the thunder light bombarded the area where Zhili was located without any reason.

"Don't underestimate physical skills."

The breezy Mao withdrew his fist from the ground, stood up and listened to the cracking sound of the ground, like a smooth mirror being easily smashed by a stubborn stone.

"It's fairy art."

With the continuous sound of the rumbling, Zhili retreated to the safe area, watched the destructive power similar to that of the Thousand Hands, and corrected with a foul breath.

"How many more times can I use this move?"

"Of course I will understand, but" a puzzled Maou flashed across his cheek, looking at the girl standing in the mess, "You obviously have the elements to master fairy arts, why did you choose to give up?"

"Isn't that the reason?"

The girl standing on the ground full of cracks put on a strong smile on her lips, and gave the answer in an orderly manner.

Taking advantage of the fairy art practice, distract yourself, and confess your love first?

But his intuition tells Mao that this is not the truth.

She tied a somewhat loose forehead, and the coldness of steel was close to her cheeks again, so that her thoughts would not be affected by the blood, "Do you believe this kind of clumsy lie?"

"So what's the reason for building a ninja holy land together with Lu Sheng?"

"whispering sound--"

Mao spit out his displeasure, and after feeling numb in his heart, he threw his fist at Jiri again.

"Oh!"

The blasting sound of fists touching each other made Mao put on a smile, "I don't know about this punch, did it remind you of the scene when I taught you taijutsu, Mr. Jiri?"

"Is there such a thing?"

There was a little trembling inside the slightly shaking phalanx, rubbing a pain that penetrated into the bottom of his heart, and Jiri could clearly feel that a new scar was added, and the scarred right fist was once again accumulating strength, as if it had been traumatized. Kunai who refuses to let go of the fight.

"I'm sure you'll remember."

A blaze of light flashed in Mao's eyes, covering his golden pupils that had dimmed a lot, condensing the few celestial chakras in his body to attack again.

This time, the Sharingan, which was spinning rapidly, was finally able to capture the blurry figure, and all the attack routes were within the insight.

Relying on the softness of his body, and Jiri Zhizhi who used his strength to fight.

It was the massive consumption of Senju Chakra that made it impossible for Mao to maintain the efficient fighting state just now.

Wait for the end of the fairy mode, and she will be the winner.

The two intertwined again, and Sharingan keenly captured the fleeting opportunity, and the perception possessed by the only surviving celestial chakra was able to avoid Jiri's attack every time.

In addition to the trembling fighting sounds in the air, there are also some fragmented strands of hair floating around.

The fingertips twirling the purple hair floated lightly into the air with the release of force, and Mao, who retracted his gaze, inspected the crystal purple curtain from top to bottom that made people feel jealous.

"If Lu Sheng didn't like to look at this long hair, I would have wanted to experience the feeling of short hair a long time ago. It's a pity."

Feeling his gaze wandering, Zhili straightened the messy hair by his ear with a smile, no matter how he tucked it back, there were always a few mischievous strands falling on the side of his face.

"It seems that sometimes, Sharingan can't see everything clearly." The forehead shield covered Mao's eye sockets, and Jiri could only see the corners of her mouth curled up with sarcasm. Cast here to bind these restless hairs."

calm.

Jiri bit his lower lip lightly to calm the fluctuations in his mind, and the rotating Sharingan clearly caught the size of the clothes on Mao's body, pretending to be surprised: "Mao, so there is a normal-sized combat uniform for you."

"It's just puberty troubles, nothing to be surprised about."

The gap in the clothing cut open by the ninja sword continued to expand with the violent action, and Mao, who tied the broken steps into a bow, confronted each other nonchalantly.

Immortal Chakra has bottomed out.

If you want to continue to maintain the fairy mode, you must have a period of time to condense the natural energy, but the battle situation does not allow this scene to happen.

Maybe
Jiri's hand injury can be used.

Mao, who had already sensed the situation in Jiri through natural energy, looked at his right hand hidden in his sleeve, his eyes flickering.

"boom!"

coming.

Zhili, who was under the strong wind, turned his Sharingan quickly, watching the figure rushing towards him.

"Boom!"

The impact as powerful as a mountain slope landed on Zhili's position with a bang, and the girl's arm that was struggling to support made a deafening sound under the impact.

Not a bone fracture.

But
This piece of land that was soon full of cracks made an embarrassing sound like an old machine, and collapsed with the cracks spreading everywhere.

The pierced earth reveals an underground, cave-like shelter.

gravel.

vegetation.

Affected by gravity, it collapsed from the air to the ground, releasing its own moaning dust mist.

Sharingan can easily see all of this, but Zhili's eyes are focused on the figure lying on the crumbling gravel surface and falling into the pupil.

"untie!"

The bones of her right finger were nearly completely shattered in the close combat, making it impossible for her to make a seal at all.

Resisting the pain piercing his soul, Jiri reluctantly put down his uncontrollably trembling right hand.

The constantly falling body affects the thoughts and falls with gravity, and Sharingan can judge the distance between the two with just one glance.

The best solution for protecting terrestrial life.

Yes.
Mao, who was inextricably fighting with himself just now.

The rumbling sound of gravel falling to the ground, and the excruciating pain in his right arm made Jiri give up the struggle in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Mao!"

The cry of the girl in the sea of ​​dust seemed quite weak in the huge sound waves of the collapse. She pushed the forehead guard to the center of her forehead, and smiled a reassuring smile at her best friend who was clutching her wrist.

The figure kept flashing across the gravel, and grabbed Lu Sheng before the gravel turned completely.

With her arms around her knees, she can use the de-force feeling of the fairy mode, making it impossible for her to complete the embracing action.

I can only put my arm through Lu Sheng's arm, put it on my shoulder and pass the chakra, interfere with the flow of chakra and end the imprisonment of the pupil technique.

Mao, who finished all this in an instant, looked for a safe foothold through the vast dust and fog with the loud sound of gravel falling to the ground.

"here!"

No matter how loud the sound of hitting the ground was, it couldn't cover up this familiar and reassuring voice. Mao made a choice without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)