Naruto system rampages in another world

The dark clouds in the sky were thick and thick, like an upside-down quilt, so oppressive that it made people breathless, and a storm was brewing inside.

Going to change

A figure quickly shuttled through the dense forest, breathing rapidly and looking a little embarrassed. The strong wind in the forest roared and beat on the blade, making a hissing sound.

On Yang Yihu's left arm, three thumb-sized holes were penetrated by sharp blades. The holes looked like three flowers blooming in the air, unusually red and tender, with blood gushing out.

His heart was beating violently, and his mouth made a sound like a bellows. Yang Yihu looked back and saw a red eye, like a life-threatening ghost, which made his heart feel cold.

"Those eyes can see through all my movements... They were given to him by that man." Yang Yihu's face was ashen. It had only been a few days since he last saw Du Yu, and this Du Yu was so terrifying. It was really a ghost.

"Damn it." Yang Yihu's ears trembled, and his body suddenly turned to one side. Then his ankle hurt, and he staggered forward.

"Every action has been seen through. No matter whether it is attacking or dodging, it has been seen through. It is impossible to fight." Yang Yihu was horrified. This feeling was really terrible. It was as if every move he made was deliberately aimed at Du Yu. He was trying to dodge with his sword, but in the end he just happened to bump into the opponent's sword, and a hole was made in his body.

His ankle was in pain and his foot was severed. Yang Yihu's center of gravity suddenly became unstable and he fell forward. His face turned pale and he slashed backwards with the big knife in his hand, but his eyes were full of despair.

"Flowers and swords bloom"

Then Du Yu's voice calling for his life came. Yang Yihu's palm trembled, and he let go in pain. There were red holes all the way from his palm to his shoulder, forming a straight line, like a row of bright flowers.

"kill me"

Yang Yihu turned over from the ground with difficulty and looked up at Du Yu's cold expression. There was no hint of the Virgin's aura in that expression. He was clearly a god of death crawling out of hell.

Staring at Yang Yihu's desperate and begging eyes, Du Yu remained unmoved. He picked up the sword flower in his hand, and another flower bloomed on the opponent's right shoulder.

"The weak who want to die do not have the right to choose death."

Swish, swish, swish, the sword cut off all the meridians of Yang Yihu's limbs, and the sword blade cut off half of Yang Yihu's chin like a dragonfly touching water, depriving the other party of the ability to bite his tongue to commit suicide, leaving the other party unable to even say a word for mercy, and could only let out a shrill howl. The coldness on Du Yu's face did not fade away at all.

"You know, sometimes death is a luxury wish." Du Yu sneered, "Then, let's feel the horror of despair."

Yang Yihu's eyes widened, and a sword light flashed across his eyes, cutting his eyeballs. The world fell into darkness, and he could not move his limbs. He could only hear the sound of a sharp blade penetrating his body in his ears.

His spirit was involuntarily concentrated, as if the pain and fear all over his body were magnified ten thousand times, and sword flowers bloomed all over his body.

Sword flowers exploded on Yang Yihu's chest, forming a row of words "Du Yu, the murderer".

"Do you know what the sound of your own blood flowing out sounds like?"

Yang Yihu could hear Du Yu's leaving footsteps. The air was full of the smell of blood, which was his own blood. The ticking sound became the last note of his world, monotonous, repetitive, and suffocating.

. . . . . . .

A month later.

On an abandoned mine vein, Du Yu shook off the blood on his sword and looked deeply at the figure standing in the distance.

"You just killed someone. It seems that you have mastered the new power very skillfully." Qin Hao turned around and looked at Du Yu, with a slight smile on his lips.

"It's thanks to you, isn't it?" Du Yu said calmly.

"Haha" Qin Hao sneered meaningfully and said in a cold voice: "Remember, everything you have belongs to me."

Du Yu's eyes froze when he heard this, and he clenched the hilt of the sword unnaturally with his palm. Then he saw the other party staring at him with a half-smile. There seemed to be a power in Du Yu's heart that made Du Yu's heart palpitate, and he bent his arms inch by inch. head.

"Yes" Du Yu responded in a low voice.

Time passed slowly. After accepting Qin Hao's instructions, Du Yu left with a solemn expression. The bite mark on his neck was unusually dark, and a strange and cold power began to spread in his body.

"It is going to rain"

Qin Hao raised his head, and there were pattering raindrops falling from the sky, moistening the dry air and making it exceptionally cool.

Kimimaro stood behind Qin Hao without saying a word, holding a thin book on swordsmanship in his hand. There was a different look in his eyes, as if he had discovered some novel toy.

. . . . . . .

The rainwater was evaporated into white mist by the steaming air waves. Zhang Lang stood on the top of an isolated mountain peak, sitting cross-legged. The fiery red spiritual energy was as substantial as it was wrapped around his body, making his whole body It looks like a ball of fire.

The breath of fire was violent and manic. Just like Zhang Lang, who had taken off his disguise at this time, his face was twisted and ferocious to the extreme, and the sweat between his brows evaporated as soon as it emerged.

A lump of flesh bulged between his eyebrows, trembling violently, and his red Sharingan looked as if it had been burned by flames, it was so red that it was shocking.

2 minutes later, Zhang Lang screamed, his breath became unstable for a while, his strength was exhausted, and the flames around him suddenly dissipated unsteadily.

“Damn, still not working.

"

Zhang Lang touched the center of his eyebrows firmly, and the sarcoma at that location subsided. A ball of fire energy the size of a thumb jumped out of the sarcoma and dissipated in the air. Deep in the center of his eyebrows, an anxious insect stopped. He stopped the nibbling movement and quietly returned to silence, lying motionless, extremely quiet and harmless.

"It's level five, but I still can't get rid of this damn bug." Zhang Lang spat, slowly stood up, rounded his arms, and a circle of fire wheels ignited around him, evaporating all the falling rainwater. All.

"Should I ask the elders for help, or..." This idea was rejected by Zhang Lang just for a moment. Not to mention whether the elders could do it, even if they could do it, how could he trust others for such a dangerous thing? , if someone accidentally turns himself into a fool, the elders will not pay for his life, but it is more likely to dig out his eyes.

"Damn it, who is that guy and what does he want to do?"

Zhang Lang frowned, and suddenly his face changed. There was a faint stinging pain in his head, and it began to become more intense. He ran down the mountain suddenly, at an extremely fast speed. He knew that it was the person calling him. .

This damn way of summoning

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