Naruto: The Strongest Onmyoji

boom.

A loud bang.

The blue talisman around Hatake Sakumo shattered into pieces, and Seimei's spirit spell was broken without even being able to hold on for five seconds.

A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his clothes.

Qingming raised his head stubbornly, and his mind suddenly drifted to the words spoken by the ANBU captain in front of him when the battle began.

"Your weakness comes from yourself. Without Shikigami, you are useless."

However, these cannot be an excuse for you to do what you did today. In Seimei's view, not even because of Hatake Sakumo.

At the edge of the hall, the original spirit-speaking technique was shattered.

After glancing at the mysterious charms at his feet, Hatake Sakumo calmly pulled out his sword.

"Stop it, that's the end of today's business."

A sigh.

In the now fragmented ANBU hall, two groups of people were clearly opposed to each other.

In front of Seimei and all the shikigami, Hatake Sakumo pointed his sword far away, and his Kage-level aura was fully released at this moment, and the overwhelming murderous aura locked onto everyone present.

No persuasion, no explanation.

In his opinion, these things are all nonsense and unnecessary.

At this moment, Konoha White Fang perfectly explained to Seimei what truth is and what order is.

In the wheelchair, Qingming felt like a small boat in the waves of the angry sea, in danger of being destroyed at any time.

Lifting his head, Qingming's eyes widened.

Then, he bit his tongue hard and tried to keep his brain awake.

"Lord White Fang, don't you just want to know my approximate strength? Isn't what I do just what you want?"

In front of him, Hei Wuchang stepped forward with a sickle in hand.

His somewhat thin body stood firmly in front of Seimei, blocking Hatake Sakumo's murderous intent.

To a shikigami, this murderous aura is nothing.

"Captain, I accept this challenge."

In the originally quiet hall, a cold and calm voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, all the ANBU ninjas turned their attention to the back of Hatake Sakumo, the ANBU captain holding a sword.

Hatake Sakumo was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "What did you say?"

The squad leader did not answer Hatake Sakumo's question. Instead, he walked out with a knife, stood in front of Hei Wuchang, and bowed slightly.

"Captain of the ANBU, Hazy Night."

"Black impermanence."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hei Wuchang clenched the scythe in his hand, and a chill that penetrated his bones was instantly released.

Different from the previous murderous intent, Hei Wuchang's murderous intent was full of coldness.

Behind the two of them, Hatake Sakumo had no choice but to do anything. After all, he couldn't intervene forcibly. He simply put down the knife in his hand and retreated to the outside.

Just as Qingming said, he followed his wishes and saw enough.

...

...

"Take action. If I take action first, you won't have a chance."

Hei Wuchang stared at the long night in front of him and said calmly.

It seemed to him that this was a given.

"......"

ANBU, everything is based on completing the mission and killing the target, there is no so-called humility.

As soon as Hei Wuchang finished speaking, the next moment, Long Ye clenched the long knife in his hand.

hum!

A knife sounded.

Blue chakra suddenly appeared on the snow-white long knife. As the chakra continued to be injected, the blade continued to lengthen.

The mirror-like blade is filled with cold air, and a bit of cold light condenses in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade, which seems to be flowing continuously, adding to the sharp coolness.

"Shadow Clone·Knife Slash."

Whoosh.

Lu Ye's figure instantly split into three, leaving behind an afterimage.

At this moment, three figures with the momentum of a violent storm rushed towards Hei Wuchang, who was still motionless in front of him.

"Ninja knife?"

Qingming behind him narrowed his eyes when he saw this, his gaze was somewhat intriguing.

When he was in the Kingdom of Whirlpool, he tried the Ninja Swordsmanship of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen, and the experience was not pleasant.

And judging from the sword skills, this should be the Konoha style swordsmanship used in conjunction with the ninja sword. Like the previous Dance of the Three Suns and Moons, it is a secret skill unique to the ANBU.

However, unlike the phantom sword technique of the Dance of the Three Suns and Moons, the three silhouettes of Dao Zhan are all entities brought by the shadow clones. In other words, each of these swords is real.

Facing Long Ye's sword, Hei Wuchang showed no expression on his face and made no evasive movements at all.

In other words, he doesn't need to hide!

Qingming from behind took a closer look and shook his head.

Although all of Hei Wuchang's escape routes were blocked by this sword, and there was no way out, Qingming wanted to say, boy, you are really a bit naive.

Who is being humiliated by this level of attack?

"Is this a temptation?" Hei Wuchang murmured softly in his heart.

This move of Hazy Night was not as strong as originally imagined.

This move seems to be the same as the Dance of the Three Suns and Moons, with one strike causing death but not life. However, judging from the amount of chakra, Ouye still has reservations. This is just a test.

He shook his head, a trace of contempt flashed in Hei Wuchang's eyes.

For him, as a top SR shikigami, there is no need to dodge this kind of attack.

Just defeat them head-on.

call.

Demonic power surged around him, and the black robe on his body made a hunting sound.

Then, a dark sickle cut through the sky.

Tear! ! !

There was a sound of tearing cloth.

"discipline!"

Then came Hei Wuchang's cold and emotionless voice.

The next moment, the two shadow clones of Long Ye were like cut tofu, cut in half in an instant, turned into white smoke and disappeared.

As for Hao Ye himself, if he hadn't dodged in time just now, he might have been cut in half at this time.

But even so, the black scythe also left its mark on him.

"Hmm, so strong."

He stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his chest. His eyes under the mask were full of shock, as if he didn't believe that the wound on his chest was caused by him.

With this attack just now, he had already tested it according to the level of Shikigami of the demon fox beside Qingming.

Unexpectedly, the gap is so big!

"It's my turn, get ready." Cold voices came from all directions.

At this moment, Long Ye felt an endless sense of oppression.

"Death sentence."

A command is an invitation from the God of Death, and it is also a call from impermanence.

Click!

It was like the sound of space breaking.

The injured Long Ye's face changed, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

"No, Konoha Style Swordsmanship: Hazy Moon Night."

The next moment, Hao Ye crazily activated his chakra, and the dark blue chakra slowly wrapped around the long knife in his hand like water.

As the captain of the ANBU, Hazy Night will not choose to sit still and wait for death.

Whoosh.

A phantom emerged.

Jumping into the air, the long knife in Hao Ye's hand was like a phantom. In an instant, the long knife changed countless directions, and the sky was filled with knife shadows. The terrifying power exploded at this moment.

laugh!

In an instant, hell descended.

There seemed to be a mountain of swords appearing in mid-air.

Endless knife shadows are densely covered in it, and the space around the blade has even been distorted.

Like a violent storm, the blue knife shadow filled the sky with a cold light.

On the ground, Hatake Sakumo who was watching the battle frowned when he saw this, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back.

He turned his head and looked at Qingming, who was sitting very calmly in the wheelchair.

I saw a smile already showing on the corner of his mouth.

"Not powerful enough, too flashy."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

boom!

After waiting for a long time, Hei Wuchang finally took action.

In his opinion, this Konoha-style swordsmanship move was not as good as the previous two moves.

Although, the shadows of swords all over the sky are indistinct and hard to tell, and at the same time, the intensity of the attack has also increased a lot.However, no matter how you cover it up, it cannot change the fact that it attacks messy things.

To put it bluntly, the shadows of knives in the sky are just for confusion.

There is no space left in the shot, it is completely betting on which knife the opponent will get hit.

laugh!

No one could see clearly how Hei Wuchang drew the sword.

The black sickle in his hand seemed to appear out of thin air, and he swung it at the shadow of the sword in the sky, and a black light suddenly appeared in the air.

If Hao Ye's Hao Yue Ye is the representative of range attack, then Hei Wuchang's sword is the ultimate point kill. No matter who you are or what moves you use, you only need one sword.

At this moment, everything seemed to be eclipsed, and the two sword lights collided fiercely.

Feeling that the light of his sword was getting less and less, he bit his silver teeth, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and the chakra in his body surged crazily again.

"Earth Release·Flying Gravel."

Under his feet, the already dilapidated ground exploded again, and countless flying rocks turned into cannonballs, shooting towards Hei Wuchang.

"It's useless."

On the black blade, spiritual power flashed away.

There is no dazzling edge, only the dimness after the blood has dried. With one strike, the victory or defeat is decided.

This is the strength of the top shikigami, Hei Wuchang.

Under this black scythe, there is nothing he can't cut.

"Clap."

Hei Wuchang fell from the sky, walked step by step in front of Qingming, and bowed his head slightly.

Behind him, Long Ye fell to the ground with a dull look on his face.

The original light of the sword has disappeared.

The mask on your face that was used to hide your identity was also split into two.

There is a small red wound on the forehead, throat, heart, chest...every vital part of the body.

If Hei Wuchang hadn't regained his power in the end, these wouldn't be wounds now.

Just like before the battle, Seimei said.

"Don't worry, it's just a competition, you won't die."

Hula la....

A lifetime of sound.

The already sluggish Lun Ye lowered his head and looked down.

The long knife originally held in his hand had broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.

At this time, Seimei was sitting in a wheelchair, facing Sakumo Hatake with a smile.

The corners of the mouth raised slightly.

"Lord White Fang, how do you feel?"

hum!

A sword cry resounded throughout the world, and the Konoha White Fang in the distance disappeared instantly.

In front of Hei Wuchang, a stream of light flashed.

tear.

The white sword light broke through Hei Wuchang's robe in an instant, but it didn't hurt a single bit inside.

"I think it doesn't look good? It's just so-so. It's just okay."

pat.

Long knife in sheath.

Hatake Sakumo's figure appeared in front of Seimei and said condescendingly.

My cold is not cured, so I stayed up late to write a chapter. Please bear with me.