"Just kidding."
"What is that?"
"Monster, monster..."
The originally empty ground suddenly stood a huge ice mirror that was enough to block the sky and the sun. However, the water tap that tore the air and overturned the houses along the way, which was expected by them, was quietly integrated into this ice mirror, and there was no smoke anymore.
The cold air emanates from the ice mirror and extends along the air.
The acceleration makes those dark ninjas who have never seen the bright night straight tree across the big sea ice bridge, or the miracle of killing big snakes in the sky feel cold and trembling from the bottom of their hearts and dare not fight.
"Continue!"
The eyes of three generations suddenly exuded unprecedented determination.
Continue
The dark ninjas looked at the ice mirror and swallowed saliva secretly. Their waving hands suddenly slowed and confused.
What technique can break through the ice mirror?
Don't worry!
Because the man with white clothes, white robes and white eyes has been in front of the eyes of three generations.
They have only one choice left.
Pull out, pull out!
Dozens of dark ninjas pulled out their long sabres, leaped, cut down, and waved the silver sabres, like a spreading galactic waterfall!
In the face of this absolute and intimate cooperation, Huiye Naoshu did not show the bones and veins that he was good at.
Crack!
This is the sound of fists.
The bright night straight tree clenches its fists, the muscles and bones sing together, and the strong force shakes the air.
Before the Milky Way Long Waterfall, he did not dodge, but just smashed his fist.
to be sonorous!
The white fist collides with the weapon, breaks, advances, and smashes the throat!
At the same time, the furious Chakra poured out together with the fist, just like a virtual shadow of a blue god waving.
The white bone fist, the blue light fist and the flesh and blood body intersected each other, naturally leaving only broken meat, splashed blood, and even cracked brain.
The mixture of these objects splashed and wetted the three generations of divine robes of the next Ninjutsu that had not yet been released.
"You are so weak."
Huiye Zhishu stood in front of the eyes of three generations and met the eyes of three generations.
The dark ninjas who survived the attack were all trembling and fleeing.
Loyalty, future and future are all forgotten.
They just have to live.
But what awaits them is the thousand ninjas surrounding the whole Shuiying Building.
On the high platform, only bright night straight trees and three generations of eyes remain.
The white eyes moved, the hands were bound, and looked at the silent pupils.
"Three generation heads, it's time to wake up and look at your crimes."
On
A round of rotating blood red flowers appeared in the silent pupils, and then slowly dissipated under the pressure of white eyes, revealing a pair of tired, old and weak eyes that gradually became divine.
"So, are they all dreams?"
The long hair stained with blood sticks to the skin, and the third generation eyes open their eyes again, first to look at the bright night trees, and then to look up at the blue sky.
"The last time I saw the world, it was more than ten years ago. At that time, I was young, the village was still strong, and I still had dreams."
"Face the reality, three generations."
The bright night straight tree never leaves the airway.
"Although it is not up to you to make the policy of turning the village into such a place, as the highest leader of Fog Hidden, he has been controlled by others for more than ten years without making a sound, which is hard to justify anyway."
"I understand."
San Daimu reluctantly moved his somewhat stiff body, rotating his head as if it did not belong to his body, slowly looking at everything in front of him, some bitter, some relieved.
"Are these all here to kill me?"
"No."
"What they want to kill is only water shadow."
"A sinner like me does not deserve to live."
"You should take guilt and give everything, including your life, to the Fog Hidden Village."
"I see."
The voice of the third generation shook. Looking at the young figure of Huiye Zhishu, he suddenly became firm, slowly raised his voice, and let the voice resound in the empty street.
It has been more than ten years since he made such a speech. The last time was the day when he became a shadow of water.
"Four generations are yours!"
Hearing what three generations said in their eyes, Huiye Naoshu shook his body.
After waiting for a long time, this moment finally arrived.
It's worth my ten years of hard work, and I finally see the day when I can clear the clouds.
Huiye Naoshu turns around and looks at the rising crowd under the stage.
The sound suddenly stopped.
With a little doubt, Huiye Zhishu looked at the direction of those people under the stage.
That is, watermelon mountain river dolphin ghost.
In his hands, holding a new blue and white robe, he walked to Huiye Zhishu and knelt on the ground.
With those eyes that are not big, but reveal expectations and hope, look at the bright night straight tree.
"Four generation eyes, put them on."
Four generations.
The bright night straight tree murmured softly, looking at the light flowing robe.
It is the heart and responsibility.
Since I was ready to face all this.
"Then, put it on."
He put on his robe and turned around. Just then, the breeze was rising and the sun was shining.
"Four generations."
The three generation eyes standing on the side of the bright night straight tree look at the energetic figure with complex eyes, as if they had seen their former self.
At that time, when I was young, I was still thinking about revitalizing the village and unifying the tolerance world. How could I become like this today.
no
I am inferior to him.
Three generation eyes slowly stepped back two steps, looked at the sunny figure, and looked at the ninjas under the stage, and understood what the shadow was for the first time.
"Straight tree."
Zhao Meiming looked at the flying robe, couldn't help covering her mouth, and tears came to her eyes.
She will always remember the night ten years ago when young girls looked at the bright moon and vowed to change the village.
Today is the moment when dreams come true.
"Lord Naoku!"
The peach ground will not be cut any more. It will be cut down with a long knife.
Realize your promise and change the village.
I put all my dreams and future on you. If you dare to disappoint me, I will kill you even though you are an adult Naoku!
"Straight trees at night."
Holding the decapitation knife, I looked at the blue and white robes flying on the high platform.
I'm just a knife, a killing knife. For the new era you envision, continue to use me until I break.
"Straight trees at night, straight trees at night."
The ghost lantern full moon bit its shark like teeth, looked at the figure, eyes flickering.
Gouju Yancang clutches the weapon behind the body, looking forward to it.
Give the village a bright future.
"Four generations!"
"Four generations."
The emotion that can't be suppressed gradually burns in everyone's heart.
They roared out.
It dispels the clouds in the sky and brings today's sunshine.
"Four generations?"
Wearing a blue robe and taking several ninjas, Qing, who escorted two wooden leaf ninjas, couldn't help but stop and listen. Then, smile.
"Four generations of people have come."
Then, I can join in.
What's that?
Yuzhibo Zhishui listened to the loud and restless voice, and vaguely felt that his heart was trembling.
If I can get such recognition, I should be able to become a fireshadow.
Is that the guy?
Looking at the feverish and restless crowd in the distance, Rixiang and Riqian clenched the corner of their clothes.
Shadow, so I became a shadow.
Have the young children in the country of water grown up to this level?
At that time, I was a genius for family separation. He was just a young child, but today, he is very different.
With a bitter smile, he felt the caged bird on his forehead and gradually turned into twisted anger.