Naruto system rampages in another world

The blade rotated, forming a small storm between the two of them. The strong sword wind made a heart-stopping "puff" sound. The air was compressed to the extreme, like a real bullet, and the ground was covered with a There were dense layers of bullet holes, and the surrounding trees were also affected. Broken wood and branches were scattered everywhere, and the skin and flesh were torn apart by the beatings.

The steps under Qin Hao's feet were like splashes of water, dazzling the shadows everywhere. The broken steps dodged left and right in an extremely narrow range, constantly changing.

His body was also like that of an epileptic patient. His whole body was shaking at high frequencies. His height and figure were also rising and falling, fat and thin. The weirdest thing was that his body was like a boneless snake demon, winding and twisted. All kinds of incredible shapes.

The blade was cold and the wind blades were dense, but it could not hurt a hair on Qin Hao's body.

He is like the most precise instrument, always able to lock the dodge passage from countless wind blades with just a hair's breadth. It doesn't feel like he is dodging at all, but rather like the countless wind blades deliberately avoiding him. , everything is like a script that has been rehearsed thousands of times.

Even if 1 years pass, Dao Feng will always deliberately avoid those who dodge, and will never make a mistake.

The most eye-catching thing is his left eye. The ruby-like eyeball is as bright as blood and exudes a strange light. A black windmill shadow is reflected on the pupil, like a black hole, distorting the line of light. , mysterious, strange, profound, and wild.

Every moment in Qin Hao's mind, there are tens of thousands of disassembled images arranged together in a complex and mysterious pattern, passing as fast as lightning, and then reassembled into a single image. That image contains the outcome of everything, not now, but the next moment in this world.

To be precise, in front of him, Zabuza's movements in the next moment, everything, the relaxation of every pore, the movement of every muscle and bone, the movement of every drop of chakra, the trajectory of every trace of air flow, all of this has been predetermined. , as if there was an invisible big hand, making everything he saw run as he planned, without any deviation.

It felt like the gods were fiddling with the trajectory of fate.

In his eyes, the world is both the past and the future

"Everything I see is the past, and the same is the future." Without too many descriptions or explanations, only this line of annotation appeared in Qin Hao's mind, and he recited it silently in a low voice.

All the words in the world are not enough to describe the domineering, indifferent and noble nature.

"The world is in my hands"

Qin Hao laughed loudly. The blood in his body had already been boiled like magma by the medicine. The black hair on the top of his head seemed to be burned red, and the roots stood upright, like a red-hot iron.

He shook his hand violently, and the blood vessels became ferocious, protruding, and bursting. The blood was like scalding boiling water, and like bloody arrows. It hit the cold sword energy in the air with waves of fishy wind, making a sizzling corrosive sound. .

This unknown green blood pill is really terrifying. Up to this moment, the power of the medicine is still like a roaring tsunami, stimulating all the potential in Qin Hao's body and turning it into real power. He feels that every cell in his body has become A small nuclear reactor desperately produces and releases energy.

While feeling the overwhelming and terrifying power inside and outside his body, his body was undergoing severe tests every minute and every second, and was at risk of collapse at all times.

Vent, he needs to vent, let out the power that can no longer be contained in his body.

Stepping back his body and pulling his arms back like two straight bows, Qin Hao shouted loudly and punched hundreds of times in the air in an instant.

Hundreds of millions of nuclear reactors, large and small, in the body seemed to have been detonated. The endless power finally found an outlet to vent, like a flood opening. With Qin Hao's fist, it fell to the ground like the Milky Way falling for nine days.

A powerful force exploded at the tip of his fist, hundreds of dense fist shadows connected into one, and countless blood arrows wrapped around the fist shadow like embellished sparks.

The air trembles and compresses. No ninjutsu is required. Just pure muscle strength and the simplest and roughest chakra release can equal the destructive power released by ninjutsu.

The blood is like arrows, acting as the vanguard. He can't wait to take a step forward, shooting forward, facing the sword winds one after another.

Like a guided missile with a locking function, each blood arrow must hit a sword wind. Some blood arrows hit a sword, and more often several blood arrows melt a sword wind at the same time.

The Sharingan of the Three Magatama brings not only the power of detailed observation, but also the unparalleled power of calculation and control, which is equally applicable to both the enemy and ourselves.

Every muscle, every drop of blood, how to exert force, at what angle to exert force, and what result will be caused, as long as Qin Hao thinks about it, all trajectories will be calculated at a speed comparable to lightning, and then he will be so powerful at this moment The ultimate body, perfectly presented.

This feeling of being so powerful and in control of everything is fascinating and intoxicating. Qin Hao laughed, and the magatama in his left eye emitted a faint light.

Different from the lightning-fast picture in his mind, what he saw in his left eye was an image traveling at a turtle speed, like a rapidly rotating "big windmill" that made time stand still.

One fast and one slow, this extreme contrast brought about an extremely inflated self-confidence in his heart. He laughed wildly, and the despair and despondency of almost being killed just now were swept away.

The black magatama and red eyes reflect an extremely colorful world.

Slowly, as if a slow-forward video tape was pressed, streaks of red blood collided with the transparent water wave-like wind blades with incomparable accuracy. A white curve as thick as a finger flowed along Zabuza's body, decapitating one after another. The big sword was the opponent's strong chakra, and the small black flames splashing around Qin Hao's fist were the powerful chakra erupting like a volcano in his body.

In the Sharingan, there is nothing intangible in the world, all are tangible colors, which can be seen at a glance.

Punching, punching, and punching again, Qin Hao looked at his slow fists, hundreds of them connected together. The transparent water-like air in front of him made ripples, like a glass mirror struck by a sharp blade. Spider web-like cracks opened and instantly shattered into countless long and narrow fragments, shooting out backwards.

Qin Hao blinked his left eye, and saw in his right eye that Zabuza was shaken all over, his strong body flew out upside down, and countless blood lines exploded on his chest.

The beheading sword was inserted into the ground, and a deep ravine was drawn on the ground along the way. The bandage on Zabuza's head and forehead was cut off and fell to the ground. A strange pattern was imprinted on the opponent's eyebrows, strange and evil.

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