Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

No matter what Ye thinks, Samurai Takewaki is very excited now.

The sword in front of the emperor is suddenly green and white, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. The two forces of hot and cold were intertwined and flowed into his body along Tatewaki's left hand.

Such is the power of this knife, it can triple the power output of the wielder. But no one dares to use it in this world. If it increases three times, the chakra meridian will basically be useless if it is used in one move.

But it seems to be different here.

The chakra passing through his arms clearly exceeded his limit, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Judging from Ye's words and the stance of the bandaged man in front of him, we can really have a big fight here.

The Kingdom of Iron is a neutral country. Ever since I joined there, I could only kill some bandits who were like chickens and dogs, and wandering ninjas who were not popular at all. As time went by, Takewaki felt that his sword was almost rusty.

So samurai are a group of beings who are eager to shed blood, whether it is their own or the enemy's.

The monster in front of him was the nobleman that the family originally served, and he was also the culprit that made generations of ancestors unable to hold their heads high.

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One sword stood in front of him, and the other was hidden behind his back. The azure light blade was wrapped around the blade. The warrior exhaled like a sword and stepped forward.

"This bastard Yecao, he didn't just leave quickly and started watching the show."

Another wave of light beams was fired, and Wu looked at Ye who was staying far away, feeling really helpless.

But then he thought about it. After all, it was only five minutes away. When he left the underworld, he should quickly find a way to escape.

It's a pity that Ye now has enough spiritual power, and maybe he can stay for another half hour.

At this time, the Great Tengu finally became impatient.

"Too slow, too slow. If you only have this ability, let me chop you down."

The jumping figure suddenly accelerated, and the big tengu was no longer limited to dancing within a square inch. He stepped on his feet and fluttered his wings, and instantly disappeared from the barrage of light beams.

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Suddenly losing track of his opponent, Wuxin's alarm suddenly rang loudly. He immediately slapped the earth flow wall on the ground and surrounded himself tightly with an earth wall.

At the same time, he himself secretly used the technique of sneaking in the soil and escaped from the place.

The moment the earthen wall was completed, the Great Tengu appeared three feet away from it. He shook the blade half-heartedly and stopped moving forward.

"Did you run away, boring insect?"

Raising his nose rather proudly, the Great Tengu half-turned his body, pointing the tip of the sword to his side.

"These guys who call themselves ninjas are so boring. Do you think they are rebellious?"

Wherever the tip of the knife points, the wind blows.

The wind is flowing on the double blades, and the madness is rising between the steps. The bloodthirsty warrior is roaring in the wind, and what is faster than the wind is his joyful roar.

"Killing the faint king is moral and righteous."

The sound came first, and the wind started again.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the attack, the samurai held both swords at his sides and thrust them straight. The gust of wind spurted out from the tip of the knife, like two sharp cones flying towards the waist of the great tengu. However, he simply flapped his wings three feet off the ground and dodged this shocking blow.

The wind cone did not change its direction, and passed through the earth wall with a "pop" sound. The samurai did not care whether he was accidentally injured, and then two more wind blades were swung out, forcing the big tengu in mid-air back to the surface.

Only four steps closer

Four steps, meters, takes less than half a second for a samurai sprinting in the wind, but faster than this is the thunderous sword swing of the Great Tengu.

The four-meter-long sword, swung by the big tengu's arm, swept across the six-meter space in front of him. The blade tore through the air and cut through the afterimage of the samurai.

"Humph, you didn't care about whether there was anyone behind you. You're quite capable. Or you, you just want a fight."

The Daitengu turned its head and followed the samurai who was circling with its red nose, not sure if it was mocking or admiring it.

The samurai remained silent, but while circling, the tip of the sword was always pointed in the direction of the Great Tengu.

His speed is getting faster and faster, and the green light on the blade is getting brighter and brighter.