This Hokage is not bloody

Chapter 136 Bloody Battle (Fifth Watch)

"Hehehehe... want to get into my heart and occupy my mind..."

"I'm sorry... in my heart and mind... there is only one person that can hold another person!"

Yulu finally woke up, pulled out the demon eyes that had lost their spirits, threw them on the ground, and trampled them into a paste.

"Yulu!!!" An Li ran and threw himself into Yulu's arms.

"It's okay...I'm going to strangle that black-and-white-haired idiot down there for 1000 yuan." Yulu stuck out two silver threads that kept swimming from his fingers.

"Be careful." An Li lay on his chest, feeling the last warm rhythm. Once she became a great witch, she would no longer be able to accept the worldly intrusion, lest monsters would find the gap in her heart to take advantage of it.

"What are they doing?" Yulu looked at the stone sculptures that the witches were suppressing, and had a bad feeling.

"The monsters are about to escape, hurry up and stop the group of evil corpses, and never let them rush in." An Li begged.

"Okay... you must wait for me..." Yulu looked into her eyes.

"I'll wait for you." An Li nodded.

……

A crude iron gun made of silver wires flew into the air, nailed the guqin in front of Huang Quan and even pierced the ground with a swish.

The sound of thirteen crackling zither strings was heard, and countless sawdust flew. Yu Lu stared at Huang Quan face to face. Both of them were tall, 1.9 meters high, as if they wanted to kill each other with their eyes.

"You owe me a guqin."

"You owe me a dog's life."

"You have subdued the evil eye of the evil god."

"I even stomped on its P eye."

"Surrender to me, and I will make you the demon protector."

"Surrender to me, and I allow you to lick my leather shoes."

"Understood."

"Grass your mother."

……

boom! ! !
Yulu blocked Huang Quan's bloody March scythe with his silver-threaded spear, sank his feet into the ground, and slashed backward for more than ten meters.

"That's a lot of strength..." Yu Luzhen's arm was slightly numb. If the silver spear hadn't borne part of the strength, his arm would probably be broken.

"Actually, I don't want to wield this unsightly weapon like a vulgar warrior." Huang Quan grasped the triangular metal pendant hanging from his chest, planning to take some time to make a perfect evil corpse through the ritual, March sickle inherits the past.

The willpower of the people in the ghost country is too weak. None of them can endure the pain and become a conscious undead corpse. Maybe they can only go to the surrounding ninja country to find a carrier.

Or the man in front of me is not bad...

"You should go back to your temple and burn incense to the dead." Yulu believed in demigods, power, and also did not believe in gods.

Yulu untied the silver-threaded spear, opened his fingers and pulled out five long filaments, making an attacking gesture.

"Oh? Do you want to play too?" Huang Quan smiled, and slowly backed away. As he said, he was unwilling to engage in rough melee combat.

As if he had received some order, hoarse roars came from all directions in the square, and the ground trembled slightly. Countless warrior corpses with scarlet eyes staring densely surrounded Yulu. Full of evil corpses.

"It's really terrible..." Yulu shook his head. If it was said that in the past, with a sword, a few simple ninjutsu, and so many evil corpses, even if he stretched his neck and let him chop him, he would be exhausted to death. But now...

Buzzing buzzing... Silver threads were flying, and wherever the cold light touched, the evil corpses turned into six fragments and scattered on the ground. Although they were still bouncing, they were no longer threatening.

"Cutting it into six pieces won't kill him, and if he pulls it out to sell ground tofu, the donkey will lose his job..." Yulu roared wildly, sweeping away the evil corpses around him like throwing ramen noodles.

However, more ordinary evil corpses swarmed over, and many of them had already rotted, as if they had been dug out of the ground.

"Bastard... how many people have you killed?" Yulu gritted his teeth and said, among the many evil corpses, there were actually children of how old.

"Kill? No, no, no, I didn't kill them, they voluntarily entrusted their beliefs to Master Mengyao." Huang Quan lowered his head sadly, holding the metal triangle on his chest, and murmured:
"The world is filthy, the underworld is pure, the living are in pain, the dead are at peace..."

"Grass... Another crazy one!" Yulu spat, and continued to dance the silver thread. He just got this weapon, and he is not proficient in using it.

……

"The Great Witch Anli... Are you ready?" Xingjian saw the aging face of the Witch, shrinking visibly with the naked eye, as if her vitality was rapidly draining.

"I... I'm ready..." An Li took a deep breath, and looked away from the palace door with difficulty.

"Come here, child... The life of the great witch is not as bad as you imagined." Xingjian the great witch forced a smile, and forced out a word to comfort An Li.

An Li squeezed the clay figurine in his pocket, remembering what the man wrote in the letter, and buried his longing for the wind singing and bird singing in Hongfeng Lake and the desire for the fine snow in Baichuan Township forever in the bottom of his heart .

"I'm sorry, Yulu..."

……

Yulu was soaked in blood in the square in front of the hall. The broken corpses under his feet had forcefully raised the ground by two meters. There were even two huge soldiers' broken pieces lying on the ground, contributing half a meter to the pile of corpses.

The square was filled with black, foul-smelling thick blood, which flowed into the drainage channel along the cracks in the stone slabs. Even so, it was not enough to empty quickly, and even kept bubbling, which seemed to be a sign of overflow.

Tiredness, soreness, emptiness... As an Assassin of Yuyin, he rarely felt the lack of chakra. Compared with ninjutsu ninjas, taijutsu ninjas are often the first to exhaust their physical strength, not chakra.

Now dancing the silver thread consumes too much chakra, Yulu is actually tired, but he can't stop, the person he wants to protect is behind him.

Even if he is exhausted here, as long as his fingers can move, he will kill all the moving things here.

In the midst of the frenzied cutting, Yulu felt a strong threat from his back, and the silver thread wrapped his hands in defense to block in front of him.

A blood-colored flying sickle flew from a distance, and with a sizzling sound, a handful of sparks flashed across the silver armguard. The whole person slid back more than ten meters before kneeling and stopped. The pain reminds its owner all the time that the bone has cracked.

The group of evil corpses moved away, Huang Quan pulled the chain and took the March sickle back into his hand, and walked up like a gentleman in a black sacrificial robe, the black blood around him could not stain his leather boots at all, following his footsteps Ripples around.

"Hehe...you are finally willing to make a move." Yulu controlled the silver thread to tie the bone fracture tightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

　Tomorrow is still the fifth watch, thank you Master Tsuen for your reward, can you let me see your tickets?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)