A Sword, Cut Over Konoha!

Chapter 41 There is a problem with his knife!

Uchiha Madara.

Broken arm!

Itachi looked at the still shaking hand on the ground in shock.

But what is creepy is the skin color on the arm that is different from that of a human.

That is a miserable white skin!

And the scream just now made people chill behind their backs.

Unlike Uchiha Madara’s low and deep voice before, it was an extremely harsh wailing!

“What are you shouting nonsense.”

Backing, Obito looked cold under the mask.

The source of the sound just now is the other half of his body, and it is also the White Zetsu made up of this mask!

His name is A Fei.

“Obito, hurry up.”

The frail Afei didn’t have any thoughts of joking or making laughs. He only spit out four words and lost his movement weakly.

Hurry up?

Obito frowned.

The arm was severed, but it didn’t affect him much.

He was confident, and continued to fight. These two little ghosts were still not his opponents.

After all, that arm doesn’t belong to him.

Even if he has experienced human grief, he is nothing more than a teenager who is the same age as Kakashi.

Competitive?

No, he wanted to kill the two who looked in a mirror in front of him.

Just like Kakashi treats the two, he also has a sense of deja vu.

The kind of disgusting thoughts that always made him fall into memories, he tried very hard to deny the cut.

Absolute words made him have to temporarily give up the thoughts in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, his body began to Hollow slowly.

“Ye Bajian, Uchiha Itachi.”

“I look forward to seeing you next time.”

The figure flickered, and the next moment, he appeared in the dark cave.

The mask slowly opened, and the weak Afei fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

“It’s just that the arm was chopped off, why do things like you still feel pain?”

Glancing at the broken body, Obito asked coldly.

“You do not understand.”

A Fei leaned limply on the ground and said weakly.

“The knife hit the body just now is completely different from the pain of cutting.”

“Except for the kind of pain that should exist, I just think that the whole person… how to describe it.”

A Fei, who had a lack of IQ, rubbed his temples in distress.

“It’s the kind. People are clearly in their own body, but there is something that drags one’s own body out of the body.”

“At that moment, I felt as if I was forced out of the body by someone.”

“What is coming, yes, soul!”

“My soul is affected.”

The soul is taken out of the body?

Obito looked solemn, “Are you sure? That feeling.”

“Just know you don’t believe it.”

A Fei shook his head, randomly summoned another White Zetsu experiment from the ground, and then connected himself with an arm in front of Obito.

At this time in the past, the injured arm should have recovered freely.

But now he is still slumped under his arms, as if he had lost consciousness!

“Although I don’t want to say that, I can be sure that the soul of my arm has been severed.”

“There is a problem with his knife!”

The soul was cut off!

At this moment, Obito was completely suppressed.

Knife that can sever the soul?

ALFY has no reason to lie to himself.

That is the opponent’s knife, there must be a problem.

Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out from behind him.

If the little devil had not cut ALFY, who was fighting with him, but his own words.

How will it end?

He had already lost half of his body. This broken body was repaired with White Zetsu and First Generation cells. If he loses control of an arm…

The weird kid.

It can attack the soul!

Ye Bajian?

Not only is his strength amazing, he also knows about the Moon Eye.

Will his existence threaten the plan?

In an instant, a series of questions all came to his mind.

A kid.

It turned out to be such a headache.

Frowning, Obito looked at ALFY on the ground, “Watch him and don’t show any flaws.”

…

Knives are naturally problematic.

But the only person in the world who knew the mystery of the sword was Ye Bajian.

And the knife in his hand seemed ordinary in the hands of others, and it would not even burst out the Reiatsu that Zanpakutō should have.

So the problem is not the knife.

It is the person who uses the knife.

“I’m Shinigami.”

On the small road leading to Yunokuni, Bajian was drinking.

The Itachi next to him still seriously bandaged the wound on his palm.

The war had just passed, but God did not let them go. It seemed that in order to wash the blood on the road, it began to rain lightly.

Looking at it from a distance, the two Genins looked confused. It is estimated that after this mission, their belief in being ninjas has completely collapsed.

You will also fully understand how dangerous it is to be a ninja.

Just a C-level mission, if the strength is not enough, they will kill them at any time.

“Itachi, your eyes.”

The palm of his hand has been bandaged. Although he was injured twice today, Bajian has completely adapted to the pain.

It’s Itachi…

Bajian could guess some of the fresh blood that came out of his tear ditch.

“Well, Sharingan.”

Itachi was a little melancholy, but also a little sad.

It is different from ordinary people getting power.

He will consider why this force will come, and what will accompany it when it comes.

Patter.

Pointing his finger on his forehead, Itachi cried out in pain.

“Hey, you are still alive.”

“I’m still alive.”

“Remember, your eyes are for me.”

He stood up and carried the knife forward, only that back was left in Itachi’s eyes.

Remember, your eyes are for me.

The confusion has disappeared.

Instead, there is only firmness.

Compared with Jiansang.

After all, I was too far behind.

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