The Strongest Naruto Never Cut

Chapter 27 Ghosts will not be killed again!
The middle-aged Yunin felt exhausted at this time, so he sat down against a big tree.

He finally played his own value and implemented his own way of tolerance.His ninja way is to turn his family into a famous Jonin family one day in the future!
This day will always come, and his son will become a Jonin and bring glory to the family!It's a pity that I can't see that day.

"Ha ha."

He couldn't help laughing at himself, people's desires are really endless, and now he doesn't want to die anymore, it would be even better if he could live longer!
"Brother, the hidden mist village really lives up to its reputation! In a short time, there was such a thick fog that I almost couldn't see the enemy's position clearly."

"Yes! I often hear people say that the land of water is surrounded by the sea, and Wuyin Village is covered by thick fog all year round. I haven't been here before, so I still don't believe it."

When the middle-aged Yun Ren was resting against the tree with his eyes closed, he suddenly heard the voices of his two sons talking, and he woke up suddenly.

A thick fog suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, blocking his vision, and with his eyesight, he could only see objects within one meter clearly!

It is noon now, even in the land of water, how could there be a sudden fog?

Is it.
Thinking of a bad guess, the middle-aged Yun Ren suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and in just a few seconds, the two young Yun Nin were only a few steps away, and they couldn't see each other's position.

"Be careful, this fog is too suspicious. If the other party's support comes, it will be troublesome!" Now even a fool can see that something is wrong. As the elder brother, he hurriedly reminded.

He stopped moving forward, and instead carefully observed the movement around him.Don't panic when encountering this kind of situation, the enemy will inevitably show his flaws when they approach, he is confident that he can defeat the opponent with his own Thunder Dungeon.

But time passed by little by little, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom, because his younger brother hadn't replied a single letter from the fog until now, and the sense of panic while waiting caused his psychological defense to gradually collapse.

"Brother.Brother"

"Damn it! Who did it? Come out if you have the ability, be fair and honest"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. At this time, a vague figure was slowly solidifying in front of him.

"So it's you!" The young Yun Ren couldn't help showing a cruel smile after seeing the face of the visitor.

"Before you die, you still want to struggle, I will let you taste the taste of death!" He rushed towards the figure in the thick fog, ready to kill it in one fell swoop, and at this time, that blurred shadow also came Put your hand on the handle of the knife.
The thick fog seemed to cut off the sound, and there was a deathly silence around.

The middle-aged Yun Nin's body was seriously worn out, but he couldn't rest assured, so he tried his best to support the tree and climb up.

"What's going on, why don't you talk anymore? Xiaofeng! Xiaolan?"

The one who greeted him was still silent, and the bad guess in his heart became more and more certain.

Could it be that Jonin came to help?
Impossible, Impossible, Hidden Fog has their insiders, how could they not receive information on such an important matter!
To be able to eliminate the two Zhongnin without a sound, I am afraid that only the Junin can do it. How unlucky they are, could it be that they met a passing Jnin?
"Are you looking for these things?"

A cold voice suddenly came from the fog, and two chubby things were thrown into the arms of the middle-aged Yun Ren.

The middle-aged Yun Ren fumbled for the object in his arms tremblingly, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.Even when he was dying, how could he not feel it?
He fell to his knees with a plop, with a dazed expression on his face.He didn't understand why he gave everything but got such a result.
Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head, widened his bloodshot eyes, and shouted like a desperate gambler: "Who are you? Tell me your name!"

Jonin generally have their own titles. It is normal for ninjas to kill each other, and it is also a kind of "politeness" among ninjas to tell their names before their opponents die.

The thick fog around him gradually dispersed, and a young man covered in blood appeared in front of him, with a stern face, like a ghost.

"The ghost will not be beheaded again!" The young man said coldly, fulfilling the last wish of the other party.

"Ghostman hidden in the mist. Ghostman hidden in the fog"

"Hehe. The world of ninjas is really exciting! I have seen the yellow flash and the ghost of the fog hidden. When I get down, I have the capital to brag about."

The middle-aged Yun couldn't help laughing a few times like crazy, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

The young man pressed the handle of the knife again, pulled out the knife, returned it to the sheath, and the head fell to the ground
When Terumi Mei woke up again, he found that it was already evening.

The ninja's instinct made her take out the kunai at the first time, but found that there were no traces of enemies around.

She found a teenager leaning against a big tree with his eyes closed, holding a ninja knife in his arms, and his body was covered with dried blood.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, this young man soaked in blood actually made her feel a strange sense of security.

Others have also woken up one after another, and Jinichi Matsushita stood in front of Zabuzhan, looking at Zabuzhan excitedly.

"How did you do it, how did you kill three Chunin?"

Zai Buzhan slowly opened his tired eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The technique of drawing a sword is sure to kill with one blow."

"As expected. As expected, you have initially mastered the sword drawing technique in such a short period of time. God's will. God's will!"

Hearing the affirmative answer, Matsushita Jinichi paced back and forth excitedly.

Beside the old man, Matsushita Qingquan in armor stared intently at Zabuzhan, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he was so beautiful.

There was still killing intent in Buzha's eyes, so he quickly closed his eyes and went to rest.Now he is very tired, not only because of the exhaustion of the sword drawing technique, but also because of his own murderous aura just now.

Now his headache is terrible, his mind is full of pictures about killing those more than 100 companions, and the screams before dying are replayed in his mind over and over again.He couldn't even figure out whether these people had killed themselves.

All he knew was that when he killed someone, his hands didn't tremble at all.

This should be only the second time I have killed someone, but it is as natural as if I have done it countless times. It seems that I have already embarked on a road of no return
(End of this chapter)