Quest Master of Konoha

A familiar voice sounded from outside the door, and Yakumo felt boundless joy from his tone.

It is the reunion of old people in different places.

Yakumo was stunned for a moment, this was obviously not the situation he wanted to see, and someone came directly to the door.

He didn't answer his words right away, but stretched out his finger to signal everyone to be alert, Angu Qianxue clenched his fist slightly, the invisible pressure spread from his body to the surroundings, and Aoyama Reiko manipulated the dense colorless air flow in the palm of his hand.

Everyone is ready to fight.

"Come in." Yakumo replied.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the person who came was obviously himself.

The long white hair is extremely messy and the length is almost close to the ground, the surface of the clothes is wrinkled, a huge scroll is carried on the back, and the left and right hands are carrying food boxes and shochu.

"Yo, are there four people this time?"

"I won't change my shoes."

Jilai didn't seem to notice the hostility of the few people, and sat beside the few people on his own.

This person is almost no different from the Jiraiya in Yakumo's memory, except that there is a bit of exhaustion and despair in the cynical eyes, as if he has walked tens of thousands of miles alone in a deserted sea of ​​sand, and has never seen him before. It seems that the population may collapse at any time.

"Is there anything you want from us?" Yakumo asked, he quietly had a little more guessing in his heart, Jiraiya also looked at Reiko Aoyama and stopped for less than a second.

"I'm your respondent, that fellow Runyu likes to call me an NPC."

Shi Potian was shocked, this name gave Yakumo a great shock.

"Runyu?"

This man is the source of everything, the maker of the system.

"That's right, it's him." Zilai also nodded.

Mori Masako and Aoyama Reiko were a little dazed, they didn't speak hastily, and they were still on guard secretly.

In the observation of everyone, the Jiraiya in front of them is no different from the person in their memory. The strange thing is that they also sense a sense of crisis in Jiraiya.

"He will send you to this world, and I will tell you the purpose of the final mission.

"

Right now, Yakumo has already believed 60% of Jiraiya's identity. After all, among the people present, he is the only one who knows the meaning of the name Uchiha Junyu, and everything seems to have completed a closed loop.

"The goal of the mission is...?" Yakumo asked.

"Hatake Sakumo, Uzumaki Kushina, and Namikaze Minato each have a key to open a passage, and there is a door at the end." Jiraiya replied.

"Our task is to open the door?" Yakumo asked back.

"Destroy the door." Jiraiya replied, after saying this, he did not give any explanation.

"I understand." Yakumo instinctively wanted to believe in Jiraiya, but he did not expect such a magical fate. At the beginning, it was Jiraiya who led him to browse the ninja world, and it was Jiraiya who accompanied him on the last journey. also.

"Do you have any other questions? Reiko should have completed it, right?" Jiraiya tentatively put the food box on the table in front of them, took a sip of the delicious drink from the jug, with a look of happiness on his face color.

"What will be the price for completing it?" Yakumo asked, confirming the guess in his heart.

"Completion in the universe will enhance strength, as well as talent and potential. This is the evolutionary path from defect to perfection, and the end point is the level where the strongest in the universe is."

Harvesting countless parallel spaces for self-completion, the final result is detachment.

"How would it be different in this world?" Yakumo sensed what Jiraiya meant.

"Only one thing, that person will be bound to this world." Jiraiya said.

"Binding?" Yakumo instinctively sensed something was wrong.

"Assimilation, transforming into a world-destroying symbiotic person, as long as the power of destroying the world is not extinguished, it will be immortal." Jiraiya looked at Aoyama Reiko with undisguised pity in his eyes.

The power of destroying the world is the virtual energy, but Jiraiya changed its name. Maybe this is its original name, but for some reason, Runyu thought of an alternative name.

"If this door is destroyed, will it affect the world?" Yakumo asked.

"This world will perish."

Obviously this is not good news, Reiko Aoyama may be destroyed together with this world.

"Can this result be changed?" Yakumo asked again, he didn't believe that Jiraiya mentioned this matter at this time just to bring him hopeless news.

"Destroy that door before the assimilation is completed." Jiraiya also gave a way to break the situation, and then he opened his mouth to make supplements.

"Three days, the power of destroying the world can completely erode the soul."

After saying these words, Jiraiya picked up the flagon and began to drink by himself.

In fact, he hides a lot of information. For example, in 30,000 years, a total of 53 teams came to this world, and only 20 teams can get the first key. in the hands of those in charge.

Among the twenty teams, only three teams got the second key, and one team got the third key.

In addition, those failed teams did not lose their lives immediately, but lingered in this world for a few years, until the world reincarnated and everything was transformed into the purest power of destroying the world, they were swallowed up by the power of destroying the world like the ocean do.

Challenges are not necessarily dead, there are countless opportunities for challenges in the next ten years!

Zilai also knows that as an NPC, his task is to issue tasks and provide a list of bosses.

For the rest of the time, he can only be an indifferent bystander. Uchiha Junyu paid a huge price to put him in this world, so naturally there is no room for loss.

In a sense, Jiraiya himself is more important than Yakumo and others. Over the long years, he has learned to be indifferent and treat these people in front of him as a bystander.

At this time, Yakumo had many thoughts in his mind.

"Then clear the boss in three days."

Since Sister Aoyama Reiko will be assimilated in three days, the enemy should be dealt with within three days.

The last dungeon was originally a dungeon of various unknown puzzle-solving types, but with the help of Jiraiya, it has become a not-so-difficult speedrunning dungeon.

It's just a game, he's a professional!

It's just a one-life pass.

"Is there anything else you want to know about the three key holders?" Jiraiya said.

"By the way, Jiraiya-sama, are you married to Tsunade?" Yakumo didn't ask for information, but asked a question that had nothing to do with it.

Ji Lai was also silent for a few seconds. This question had never been asked before. Most of the other fifty teams hoped to get more information from him and increase the chances of defeating the three bosses.

But at the moment the question is clearly not about intelligence.

"No." Zilai also shook his head bitterly, taking advantage of the drunkenness, his eye sockets turned red, and under the influence of the slightly drunken state, that proudly standing figure appeared in front of his eyes.

I don't know, is Tsunade doing well now? It's a pity that the two will never meet again

Yakumo mentioned the old man in front of him and successfully destroyed the barrier that Jiraiya had built for tens of thousands of years.

Commonly known as, broken defense.

"In my world, Jiraiya-sama and Tsunade are getting married soon." Yakumo said, and then he couldn't help but feel a little sad. Taking Uchiha Itachi as his apprentice, in a sense, he was finally standing on the side of his master Tsunade the opposite of.

The relationship between the two is now at a freezing point.

"Married? He is so happy." Jiraiya's tone was a little sour, and he couldn't help but envy his other self. Being able to marry Tsunade was his biggest dream in this life.

Jilai also clenched his fists, and even wanted to ask his other self why! ?

Why can another self get something that one cannot have?

Zilai also picked up the jug and took a sip, the lake of heart that was originally like a mirror was turbulent again, but then his mood recovered instantly

'As long as Tsunade is happy, then I will have no regrets. ’ Zilai also thought in his heart.

"If I destroy the gate, can you leave with us?" Yakumo asked again, but still did not pursue any clues about the three bosses.

"If you can really push the door open, then I will be relieved." Ji Lai also nodded slightly and smiled.

"Relief?" Although Yakumo had an answer in mind, he still chose to ask.

"Death, I became a World Destroyer symbiote tens of thousands of years ago. No matter how many times I die, I will be resurrected after the world restarts." Jiraiya's tone became low.

"We are sober, but we have no freedom to live, and we cannot even choose to die."

"We live forever, but we are servants of the power to destroy the world."

Jiraiya's narration revealed the truth of this world to Yakumo and others.

Every plant and tree in this Ninja World, Konoha, and every creature is composed of the power of destroying the world.

Whenever the plot comes to an end, after Naruto and Sasuke work together to re-seal Otsutsuki Kaguya, the world will be refreshed, everything will be transformed into a void, and then derived into Ninja World to advance the plot from the Nine Tails Rebellion.

Sober people need to experience the exact same life countless times, and at the same time play their own identities well, even under the constraints of the rules, they cannot make any choices that are inconsistent with the plot, otherwise the world will be refreshed and corrected, and time will stay on a certain day , until the 'correct' decision is made for the world.

"But according to the plot, Minato and Kushina should have died in the Nine-Tails Rebellion, so how should the dead hold the key?" Yakumo discovered the blind spot in Jiraiya's words.

"The person who died in the Nine Tails Rebellion was the third Hokage, and Uzumaki Naruto was the grandson of the third generation." Jiraiya said as a matter of course.

The plot is not the plot that Yakumo is familiar with, it has been modified by a lot of demons.

The lord of the void, Aoki Trump, doesn't like the Third Hokage. In the official plot, Hiruzaru Sarutobi went offline early, and his wife and children were separated, leaving only his picked-up grandson, Naruto Uzumaki.

"Is there really no way to undo the assimilation?" Yakumo asked.

"No way." Zilai also shook his head with certainty.

The deepening of the integration of Jiraiya and Null Energy made him understand the essence of this energy even more. All energy without a logical and chaotic end is formed of Null Energy, which represents the end of the universe.

"Namikaze Minato is in charge of the first key, right?" Yakumo asked.

"That's right, Minato is half of us. There is not much difference in strength among the holders of the three keys. The difference lies in whether they have pure killing intent. Among them, Minato Namikaze is the easiest to attack, followed by Hatake Sakumo, the most difficult enemy is Uzumaki Kushina." Jiraiya replied.

"Understood, it's not too late." Yakumo stood up.

Three days is long and long, but short and short, Yakumo doesn't want to waste any time.

According to the clues provided by Jiraiya, Namikaze Minato will hardly harm the life of the challenger, even the nihilistic energy with the nature of devouring everything, has not affected his kind soul full of sunshine.

It is said that he is still Minato Namikaze known as Little Sun in the original book.

The nighttime in Muye Village is terrifyingly quiet. You can’t feel the surge of air currents, and you can’t hear the chirping of insects. Perhaps there are no supporting actors other than humans in the whole world.

The night is quiet and silent, as if the whole world has fallen into a deep sleep. Although the virtual energy has evolved the entire ninja world, it is obvious that it uses more energy to maintain the residents of the ninja world.

After all, this is not the real world, not to mention that Xu Neng is not good at creating.

On the way to Namikaze Minato's house, everyone seemed a little silent.

Looking at the dark horizon, Yakumo felt as if some kind of creature was spying on him in the dark.

Are the rules of this world?

Jilai also said that if the sober person makes a choice different from the plot, then the time will be reset. Only when an intruder is involved, the time reset rule will be broken.

According to the analysis, the reason why the rules of the world did not choose to reset is because the intruder is an interesting game for it, and Yakumo is thinking about what kind of wisdom the manipulator behind this world possesses.

Will it end in person as the final BOSS?

If he is an enemy of the whole world, he really doesn't have much confidence.

"Yakumo, you choose to believe him?" Masako Mori lowered her voice as she approached Minato's residence.

"At least the assimilation is true."

Masako Mori understood Yakumo's meaning in an instant. In less than three days, Reiko Aoyama will be transformed into a Nullifier. This transformation cannot be reversed. If it takes more than three days to destroy the door, it will eventually Casualties are bound to occur.

It's not a perfect pass.

"Yakumo, in fact, we don't need to impose a time limit." Reiko Aoyama did not confess the truth of the assimilation, but she did not want to change the original plan because of herself, causing unnecessary danger.

"Before we came to this world, we were all prepared to die," Masako Mori also said.

The point of view expressed by the two is very simple, that is, they don't want Yakumo to bear too much burden to design a plan to attack the enemy, so that he has many restrictions out of thin air.

"Saving the world is a big deal, and it's normal for sacrifices to happen." Angui Qianxue added.

Yakumo heard the words and didn't answer. For Mori Masako, Aoyama Reiko, and even Yougu Qianxue, saving the world has no meaning.

They are willing to risk their lives to come to this world, just because this is Yakumo's choice.

"I hope to bring you all back intact." Yakumo said.

The greatest satisfaction will be obtained only after the harsh conditions are cleared.

The place where Namikaze Minato lives is on the edge of Konoha Hidden Village, surrounded by lush forests on three sides. The height of the trees is 30 to 40 meters. There is a faint detachment, but also a kind of loneliness, as if it is incompatible with the entire Konoha Hidden Village.

It should be said that there is a difference between this residence and the whole world. There is less chaos and more vitality.

As the owner of the key, Minato Namakaze naturally has some privileges, such as changing the environment in which he lives to some extent, and slightly adjusting the plot of the world.

Yakumo looked at the courtyard fifty meters away and closed his eyes.

Namikaze Minato had already sensed the arrival of several people, and there was faint pressure in the air.

The surrounding trees seem to have life, and gradually move closer to the distance to make room for more space.

"Get ready to fight," Yakumo said.

Many modes instantly bless one's body, and many energies are instantly fused.

"Shua."

In the empty space, Namikaze Minato's figure appeared out of thin air, wearing light yellow pajamas, but his eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness, as if he had been waiting for Yakumo to come to him.

He stood at a distance of about three meters in the air, looking at Yakumo with unprecedented clarity.

He can hardly feel the distortion and confusion of Null Energy, as if he is not infected at all.

"Aren't you a void symbiont?" Yakumo asked.

"No, he once ordered the power of destroying the world to never be able to erode me, and at the same time gave me the ability to manipulate the power of destroying the world in this world." Minato Namikaze replied very naturally.

"It's amazing." Yakumo couldn't help sighing softly. He really didn't expect that there is really someone in the world who can make such violent and chaotic energy obedient.

Namikaze Minato heard Yakumo's exclamation, but did not answer, and the two looked at each other silently for a few seconds.

Immediately, Namikaze Minato spoke softly.

"Real world, open!"

Yakumo felt an irresistible energy enveloping himself and others, and they had arrived in a completely different environment the next moment.

On the Huoying Rock in the distance, the carvings of the three generations of Hokage were directly erased by people.

The surrounding area is covered with withered and twisted trees, and thick brown vines hang down from the branches. The environment is filled with the breath of death. The weeds are withered and yellow, and there will be a crisp sound when you step on it lightly.

There are cracks of different sizes on the ground, but they are all bottomless, as if the whole world is already crumbling and may be completely shattered at any time, and the most important thing is the gravity of this world, which is only one-third of the normal ninja world. very thin.

Yakumo stared at Namikaze Minato standing still in the sky, without taking any extra actions, but began to observe this strange yet extremely familiar world with his eyes.

This world must also be the world of Hokage, but it is filled with death. With Yakumo's eyesight, there is no trace of life within hundreds of kilometers.

Deathly silence, desolate and full of nothingness.

There is a problem with the core of the planet, which has caused gravity to decrease, life is not alive, and it is on the verge of destruction.

"In this world, you can use all means." Namikaze Minato said.

Yakumo had his own guess in mind, and mobilized the soul energy to spread around. Sure enough, the sense of danger in the dark had disappeared, and the power of the soul spread unimpeded.

With the expansion of the range of perception, Yakumo's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

There is no life!

Even bugs, plants, and single-celled organisms have completely disappeared. The bugs that have not been wiped out for billions of years have also become extinct in this world. This is the extinction of all life, and there are no remains left. Only those dilapidated buildings can prove that human beings once existed.

Books, scrolls, these things can only be preserved for thousands of years at most, but a full 30,000 years have passed since the events of that year, and human civilization is extremely pale and powerless in the face of time.

"Is this the world corroded by the power of destroying the world?" Yakumo asked.

"That's right." Namikaze Minato nodded and admitted.

I see

Yakumo understood Namikaze Minato's painstaking efforts, and brought him to this world to let him witness the horror of the power of destroying the world with his own eyes. This power has no possibility of coexistence with any life, only plunder!

Everyone told Yakumo that the power to destroy the world is extremely terrifying, but the most shocking thing is to witness it with your own eyes!

Yakumo became more and more determined in his heart. For the sake of his cherished partner, that door must be destroyed.

Must be destroyed! !

"If you don't want your planet to become like this, then try your best to defeat me." Namikaze Minato's words were soft, with a bit of pain and powerlessness in his eyes, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Breaking army mode, open!"

Yakumo clenched his right hand, and Fumo emerged from the void.

swish.

Namikaze Minato appeared directly behind Yakumo, the bloody short blade in his hand pierced directly to the back of the heart, the golden shadow wrapped in blood light, descended in an instant, and dissipated again in the electric light and flint, leaving only the golden shadow on the spot.

In the next second, the golden shadow was cut into golden fragments by the descending blade.

Namikaze Minato had already shifted position in an instant, and returned to the original position as if he had not moved at all. The first collision between the two ended in a trial.

"You are stronger than the previous challengers." Namikaze Minato commented flatly.

"Really? And I'm not alone."

"Qinglong mode!" Yakumo spoke again, the muscles on his body became like fine steel, blue scales squeezed out from under the skin, and the muscles of his legs tightened wildly and became tighter, endowed with more explosive power.

The two looked at each other, but neither made another move.

Yakumo was observing Namikaze Minato's weapon. The red Kunai contained a very dangerous aura. The whole was forged with extremely pure power to destroy the world, and a crazy will was sleeping inside.

The soul energy responsible for perception in the surroundings quickly withdraws, gathers in a space of 100 meters around, and faintly locks the Namikaze Minato in the air.

"I won't keep my hand from now on." Namikaze Minato looked at the bloody short blade in his hand, his eyes gradually became hollow. For him, eternal life was just a long torture.

"Soul ban!"

The surrounding soul energy immediately became heavy, and even the space became faintly solid. The space of two hundred meters around seemed to gradually become frozen from flowing turbulence, and gradually became hard and hard to shake.

"Ability to master space?" Namikaze Minato was not surprised. He has encountered many opponents with strange abilities in tens of thousands of years. Space has become less mysterious to him in a long time.

The cold wind blew over with gray particles from a distance, Yakumo and Namikaze Minato chose to make a move at the same moment, and the two completed the exchange of positions in less than a second.

"The enemy also has the ability to move in space." Namikaze Minato thought.

"Soul ban failed to cut off the connection between Namikaze Minato and space." Yakumo understood instantly.

Space is constantly flowing like a river, and space movement is the ability to follow this flow to shift its own position. But now that the flow has been frozen, Namakaze Minato can still move in space.

"The river of space is wider than you think." Namikaze Minato said.

"Is this a reminder?" Yakumo thought quietly in his heart. If Namikaze Minato's goal is also redemption, then his behavior may have a deep meaning that he cannot understand for the time being.

"Try to beat me."

Two golden figures split in the sky with one touch.

Namikaze Minato's combat characteristics are extreme speed and one-hit kills.

Every time the two confront each other, they risk their lives, attacking the enemy, the enemy's vital points, Yakumo is very cautious when attacking, because the ability of the weapon composed of the power of destroying the world in Namikaze Minato's hand is temporarily unknown.

"Sister, increase the density of the surrounding air to increase the pressure on Namikaze Minato." Yakumo said to Reiko Aoyama through voice transmission.

If you want to defeat Namikaze Minato, you can start from two directions, limit the ability to move in space, and suppress his moving speed as much as possible. Yakumo has full confidence in his physical strength.

"good."

Reiko Aoyama replied immediately, without any hesitation, she raised her right hand lightly, and the ring of Kongdi emitted a lustrous white light.

Obviously, she also has some understanding of Namikaze Minato's fighting characteristics.

Around his body, a faint blood-colored mist rose.

Thin gas gathered around, like invisible walls acting on the surface of Yakumo and Namikaze Minato's bodies, and the body immediately seemed to be carrying a weight of several tens of kilograms, and pressure appeared in all directions.

Moreover, the sense of oppression is rapidly becoming stronger.

Aoyama Reiko kept sucking in the distant air, condensing it in the space of about 100 meters.

The speed of the fight between the two kept decreasing, and Yakumo quickly adapted to the ever-increasing pressure, and at the same time converted the energy formed by the fusion of the breaking army mode in his body into the wind energy that was compressed to the extreme.

The cyan scales on the surface of Yakumo's body were tightly clasped, constantly compressing his own muscles, his body became slimmer and looked lighter, and his moving speed increased again. There were azure blue cracks, as if the sky had been cut neatly, or as if the pure white paper had been slashed by a sharp pen in a very short time.

It's the perfect fusion of power and beauty, with the sky as its drawing board.

The azure traces have lasted for a long time, containing awe-inspiring murderous intent, but in fact they are extremely compressed energy, like a large net, constantly compressing the moving space of Namakaze Minato, and the golden shadow is constantly dancing in the knife net.

The extremely fast surge of the airflow is like a long and crisp flute sound, and when the body breaks through the air wall, it is like the roar of a giant bell.

The loud roar, combined with the rest of the chaotic sounds, is like the movement of heaven and earth.

A bloody mist gradually appeared on the surface of Namikaze Minato's body, and the dangerous energy was slowly awakening as the battle progressed.

Occasionally, air flows through the cracks in the ground, making a mournful howling sound, like a sad song of heaven and earth.

Two completely different sounds are intertwined to form a vast, ethereal and simple to the extreme music.

"Did you hear that? The world is crying." Namikaze Minato stood in the center of the blue knife net, calmly looking at the surrounding network that was constantly compressing, his eyes calm as if he saw the awe-inspiring murderous intent behind the net.

"You only have three days, but the strength you have shown is not enough."

The moment Namikaze Minato sensed the aura of the same origin when Reiko Aoyama started, it only took three short days for the power of destroying the world to assimilate life, and no one could be an exception.

Yakumo swung his sword silently, further compressing the space for Namikaze Minato to move.

The large azure net traverses the entire space of hundreds of meters, strangling all the vitality inside. The azure lines are the most basic structure of the net, and represent the edge that can easily divide steel.

Ke Namikaze Minato's eyes were only plain, as if he could not feel the danger around him.

"break."

Namikaze Minato appeared at the core of the network. He was not a lamb sent to the door, but a raptor that could tear the network apart at any time. He quickly swung the bloody short blade in his hand, and as the short blade moved, the pitch-black crack It was born from this and quickly spread to the surroundings.

From a few tens of centimeters at birth, to two meters, three meters, and hundreds of meters!

It's as if the void opened its mouth wide and began to swallow the surrounding big net. The azure knife net began to gradually collapse. Not inferior to the hardness of steel.

But in front of the crack in the space, there was still no resistance, and quickly turned into azure light spots and dissipated, and some parts turned into blue storms, like thousands of blades constantly raging.

But in the next second, it will be swallowed by the ever-expanding space crack.

If the space is compared to a rushing river, then Yakumo's method is to temporarily freeze the river, and at this time, Namikaze Minato cuts off the entire river with a knife, in exchange for a terrifying power that swallows everything.

The space became unstable, and pitch-black cracks continued to emerge.

Yakumo raised his right arm subconsciously, and found that it had lost a piece of flesh and blood, as if it had been bitten off by some invisible beast in an instant, and even the hard scales could not resist it.

However, in less than one breath, the disappeared flesh and blood recovered instantly.

Seeing this scene, Namikaze Minato finally showed some fluctuations in his plain eyes. He was surprised by Yakumo's monster-like recovery ability, just like the person in his memory

Faced with the space crack approaching him, Yakumo chose to give in. His own control of space was obviously lower than Namikaze Minato's. Using soul energy to forcibly close the space crack was feasible, but the soul energy consumed was terribly outweighed by the gain.

Yakumo stepped forward, and instantly appeared behind Namikaze Minato, successfully avoiding the void crack that had extended for several kilometers.

The space crack dissipated after three seconds, along with the surrounding air wall, the feeling of carrying a heavy weight on his body disappeared, and Namikaze Minato's speed soared again like a dragon returning to the sea.

On the ground, Reiko Aoyama summoned the air from a distance and filled the void, but it took a long time.

Mori Masako and Yugu Qianyuki couldn't keep up with Namikaze Minato's moving speed, and they could only be reduced to spectators.

After Yakumo transferred to Namikaze Minato, he stood quietly in the air, knowing that he couldn't win by fighting for speed.

A few seconds later, Minato Namikaze turned around slowly, and after a few minutes of fighting, he returned to the original point again.

"Master Jiraiya said that you are half of us," Yakumo said.

"That's right." Namikaze Minato nodded, agreeing with this sentence. From the beginning of the battle, he was trying Yakumo's strength, so as not to go to the second stage and lose his life.

"I don't want to use the ultimate move, I hope you can hand over the key." Yakumo persuaded, he was not fully fired when facing Namikaze Minato, and his ultimate intention and vitality were completely extinguished. use.

"Go ahead." Namikaze Minato stretched out his right hand indifferently, and the bloody short blade flew around him. He had to confirm that the person in front of him was qualified to challenge the others before handing over the key. To a certain extent, he was equivalent to insurance.

Yakumo took a deep breath, clenched the crouching demon with both hands, the energy source formed by the twelve powerhouses in the arena at the heart continuously released scorching hot energy, the pure black soul at the center of the brow trembled slightly, faintly Resonate with the crouching demon in your hand.

"Extreme Intent · Extinct Vitality."

The strong breath of death radiated from Yakumo's body, forming a faint road of death. The end of the road was connected to Namikaze Minato's chest. This move surpassed the concept of time and space, and achieved a certain effect. The black smoke that devours all life is born.

Swish——

Namikaze Minato sensed the sudden surge of terrifying killing intent, the bloody short blade in his hand quickly completed growth, and a bloody eyeball appeared on the gauntlet, the surface was covered with bloodshot eyes, and it was spinning rapidly, exuding endless madness .

A cross-shaped space crack was born instantly, like a wild monster opening a bloody monster.

The surrounding space seemed to be locked by some kind of force, and the cracks quickly spread towards Yakumo's body, and he had no intention of dodging, holding the crouching demon with both hands and pushing forward directly, as if transformed into a burst of desperate black smoke, carrying The breath that makes life fear.

Swish, a thought, a breath, or an instant cannot describe the short time that just passed.

When Yakumo swung his sword, time seemed to stand still, space also forgot to flow, and only a black line spread to the end.

Namikaze Minato's body was cut 20 centimeters wide, and the space crack in the air completely dissipated before it spread, and what should have happened has come to an end.

The huge gap seemed to cut Namikaze Minato's whole body, but no blood flowed out. The fracture on both sides of the wound split into countless blood threads, and the two converged and grew until the wound was perfectly healed.

"So fast."

Namikaze Minato still stood where he was, with a flat face, as if he had never been hurt.

"It turns out that your entire body is made of void energy!" Yakumo sighed, although Minakaze's body was only cut open for a very short time just now, he still sensed the essence of Minato's body.

"That's right." Namikaze Minato nodded and admitted.

"Something happened that caused the complete destruction of my body."

Obviously Namikaze Minato didn't want to talk about this matter, so he quickly changed the subject.

"The other two are not." Namikaze Minato reminded.

"Thank you." Yakumo said, this is a very precious clue.

"You are stronger than everyone before, maybe you really have hope to free me."

Namikaze Minato sighed softly, with a bit of hope, he saw hope in Yakumo.

"If you can... please don't kill Kushina."

Yakumo didn't agree hastily. When he realized it, they had already returned to the courtyard on the edge of Konoha, and it was still so quiet.

The surrounding trees also returned to their original places, and the chirping of insects and the few vitality could not be heard.

But there is no trace of Namikaze Minato in front of him, only a key that exudes a bloody glimmer.

It has intricate patterns and a long handle with the number '1' engraved on the end.

The overall look is natural, without artificial traces.

"Qianxue, you have the key." Yakumo thought for a few seconds before saying.

"What's next?" Mori asked.

"Take a break and ask Jiraiya a few questions by the way." Yakumo thought for a few seconds and replied.

The battle with Minato Namikaze just now was more like a test of strength. From the beginning to the end, Minato Namikaze did not show any killing intent, but the next two battles will definitely not be as easy as before.

They were in the enemy's territory, even though the will that manipulated the world behind the scenes temporarily did not show too much hostility, but Yakumo knew that any decision he made was related to the life and death of several people, as well as the life and death of countless planets.

As the sun rises, Konoha seems to have regained its vitality. There are many more pedestrians on the road, and the shops on both sides of the road have reopened, such as glutinous rice balls, sushi, barbecue and Yile ramen.

This place is really like Konoha in his memory, which made him almost ignore the danger behind him many times.

Five or six-year-old children carried their schoolbags, laughed like silver bells in groups, and headed to the ninja school with breakfast in their hands.

But these children have long been turned into killing machines due to the invasion of vanity.

Smelling the tempting aroma coming from the shop, Masako Mori touched her stomach subconsciously.

"If we can go back alive, we will have a big meal together." Yakumo comforted softly, he would not dare to touch any food in this world.

"Then it's a deal." Masako Mori nodded obediently.

A few minutes later, Yakumo found Jiraiya who was drinking in the box of the tavern.

Zilai was always drinking heavily, and there were more than a dozen transparent wine jugs on the table, full of alcohol smell, but his eyes were extremely clear, without any drunkenness.

"You guys came back? Failed?" Zilai was also a little surprised, Yakumo and the others came back too quickly.

"It worked."

Worrying bone Qianxue took out the bloody key, shook it in front of Zilaiya, and put it away again.

"It's a little surprising."

According to past rules, it is not difficult to get the key from Minato Namikaze, but to get the key from Minato Namikaze within a few hours, no team has ever achieved such a grand feat in the past.

"What kind of people were the previous challengers?" Yakumo was suddenly curious.

"Gamblers, villains, warriors, saints, clowns, demons. Lots and lots, like trying."

Uchiha Junyu conducted more than fifty experiments, and finally obtained the combination that is most likely to be close to success.

"Namikaze Minato is a bit special," Yakumo said.

"You also noticed? The relationship between the three key holders and Aoki Trump is very different."

"Namikaze Minato is a close friend, a brother."

"Sakumo Hatake is for repayment and promise."

"Uzumaki Kushina is the admirer."

Yakumo finally determined that Jiraiya was actually hiding many things from him, which made him have to doubt Jiraiya's true purpose.

"Master Jiraiya, do you really want me to accomplish anything?" Yakumo asked directly.

This question made the atmosphere in the tavern box a bit depressing, and Zilai also stopped pouring alcohol into his mouth.

"Of course I want you to clear the level, but I miss Tsunade a little since I haven't seen him for tens of thousands of years." Jiraiya explained.

On the one hand, he wants to end this reincarnation with no freedom and no future, and on the other hand, he wants to meet Tsunade, whom he has been thinking about day and night, before he dies.

"It stands to reason that there should be Master Tsunade in this world, right?" Yakumo asked.

"No." Jiraiya obviously didn't want to say more, just shook his head, and then continued.

"The second master is Sakumo Hatake. Its characteristic is that it needs to be singled out one-on-one. As long as you kill him, you can get the second key. The fighting method is mainly swordsmanship, mixing wind, thunder, and destroying the world. kind of energy."

"The most important thing is that the challenger has a high probability of dying!"

The faces of Yakumo and the others did not change at all. Before going to this world, everyone was mentally prepared that they would die.

"Is it possible to exhaust his physical strength with the wheel battle?" Worrying bone Qianxue asked.

"Yes." Zilai also nodded, continued to pick up the flagon and began to gulp down the wine.

Yakumo waved his hand, and they turned and left the box.

On the way to Hatake's mansion, Yakumo was always thinking about whether Jiraiya could be trusted.

In this world, several people are affected by the power of destroying the world all the time, and they are slowly assimilating. If the battle is really delayed for more than a year, several people will completely lose the possibility of leaving.

"Yakumo, do you doubt Jiraiya's words?" Masako Mori asked.

"Yeah, although he didn't hide his selfishness, since he has selfishness, he might take action, and you should have found out, after he saw that we got the first key in just a few hours, he The performance is not happy but surprised." Yakumo recalled the meeting in the box.

From the joy of not knowing the strength of a few people, to the surprise and perfunctory after quickly obtaining the key, Yakumo really can't believe it. Whether the internal response carefully arranged by Uchiha Junyu is reliable.

"Master, why don't you leave it to me? In our world, I often compete with that Hatake Sakumo, and I am very familiar with him." Angui Qianxue suggested.

"No, I'll do it." Yakumo immediately refused.

Of course he understands Qianxue's plan. Relying on the upgraded Nile's Sorrow, the ability to be immune to death, he competed with Hatake Sakumo for consumption, and finally killed him forcefully.

The characteristic of immunity to death is the hole card carried by the special entry Death God!

"Sakumo Hatake shouldn't be a problem. The real problem is Kushina Uzumaki." Yakumo analyzed.

In Jiraiya's narration, Uzumaki Kushina has been in love with Aoki Trump for a long time, and even rejected Namikaze Minato's love for many times, but it is a pity that Aoki Trump never responded to her liking, and even one day because of love Instead of causing gray hair overnight, it is said that she got a very special gift from Aoki Trump.

Obviously, that special gift possessed extremely terrifying power, which made many challengers fall into the sand.

Several people listened to Yakumo's explanation, nodded to express their understanding, and decided to join forces to defeat Uzumaki Kushina.

The footsteps of the people were not fast. On the one hand, they were observing the pedestrians on the street, and on the other hand, they were discussing the doubts about Jiraiya and Namikaze Minato.

After all, it involves life and death, after all, people's hearts are separated from each other, and the once firm will has been shaken by time.

Whether Jiraiya can be regarded as one of his own, whether Namikaze Minato can believe it.

It took a few people about half an hour to arrive at Hatake's mansion.

Yakumo is very familiar with the building in front of him. He has experienced many unforgettable joys in the courtyard.

The memory of studying and exchanging ideas came to mind in an instant, and was quickly suppressed by powerful reason.

Joy and sorrow are an endless cycle.

"I'll go in by myself." Yakumo said, since only one person can challenge, the number of people doesn't mean much.

"good."

"Understood." Everyone responded immediately, with unconcealable tension in their eyes.

Immediately, Yakumo pushed open the red-lacquered wooden door with both hands, and stepped in.

The interior of the house is very dark, and the surrounding sunlight is suppressed by some unknown creature. The whole courtyard is covered with dust and fallen leaves a few centimeters thick, and the surrounding ground is covered with about two centimeters of dust, as if no one has taken care of it for a long time. live.

Yakumo walked through the corridor and left rows of footprints on the ground, like the imprint of the times.

When the foot stepped on the fallen leaves, it made a crisp sound, and the sound dissipated in the air before it spread.

The trees in the courtyard have withered, leaving only twisted branches and fallen leaves all over the ground.

In the empty environment, no sound could be heard, and the sound of footsteps was swallowed up.

Not only the sound of footsteps, but also the sound of heartbeat, pulse, and breathing have all disappeared.

Yakumo could feel the movement of the air, but could not hear the sound.

After walking for three minutes, Yakumo walked through the atrium and came to the eaves of the backyard. On the simple wooden steps in front of the door, Hatake Sakumo was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body was covered with thick dust, and his transparent Superimposed spider webs, obviously he has not moved for a long time.

Hatake Sakumo didn't exude the breath of life, nor did he have breathing, like a piece of rotten wood.

Yakumo stood still at a distance of three meters and quietly began to observe.

According to the rules of this world, he can't use his soul energy to observe. He can only use his eyes to look for clues that can be used to increase his chances of winning.

After a quarter of an hour passed, Yakumo couldn't find any useful information, so he had to speak out.

"Uncle Shuo Mao, wake up, don't sleep, pick up the guests."

Boom, boom, boom—boom!

A strong heartbeat sounded suddenly, and the dust on Hatake Sakumo disappeared instantly, and he slowly opened his eyes, a smear of blood flashed away.

"Are you the challenger this time? Do you know me?" Hatake Sakumo asked, perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was very hoarse, like a bellows leaking air.

"Kakashi and I are classmates." Yakumo said, in fact, he was not chatting casually, but trying to increase the favorability with the BOSS as much as possible, and strive to avoid the law of exploding seeds with residual blood.

Hatake Sakumo didn't answer immediately, and his eyes didn't fluctuate in any way. Even the name Kakashi couldn't make any waves in his mood. He was clearly alive, but he looked like a decayed corpse.

After silently looking at Yakumo for a few seconds, Hatake Sakumo finally spoke, this time his voice was no longer hoarse. "I already know why you came, kill me, kill me! You will get the key."

His words were even a little confused, but Yakumo could still understand what he wanted to express.

A knife sound spread, and the scenery in front of him changed rapidly.

With dilapidated buildings, thin air, and cracked ground, Yakumo returned to the real world.

The soul energy spread out by about one centimeter, and he was not warned, which meant that he could use all means in this world.

"Kill me, take the key!" Hatake Sakumo shouted frantically, his eyes turned blood red completely.

The blood-colored short blade separated from Hatake Sakumo's body, and was held by his right hand. The shape of the short blade was basically the same as that of White Fang, but the material it was made of was actually compressed void energy.

Because of the high degree of fusion with that weapon, Hatake Sakumo unknowingly lost himself.

"Blood kill."

Hatake Sakumo was covered with blood-colored arcs and surrounded by blood-colored winds. This was the fusion of the power of extermination and the two attributes of wind and thunder. While increasing his speed as much as possible, he also took into account the extremely terrifying cutting ability.

From a distance of two hundred meters, his whole body turned into blood and he arrived in front of Yakumo in an instant. The blood blade in his hand left a straight line of blood in the air, and there was a faint bloody arc on the blade.

The blood-colored arc suddenly expanded behind it, like a big blood-colored net hunting, and the core is a blade that stabs forward. The blood-colored arc converges in the air, like countless blood spears attacking at the same time. It may end up riddled with holes.

From the simple communication at the beginning to the showdown of killer moves.

Yakumo could only feel strangeness from the person in front of him. Since Huairou's strategy failed, he could only use a strong attack to resolve the battle. Originally, he didn't want to spend too much energy on Hatake Sakumo.

After all, Uzumaki Kushina is the most difficult boss.

"Azure Dragon Mode·Breaking Army Mode."

"Extreme Intent·Tianquan·Guardian!"

The bright golden light converged into a thick and towering barrier, and the blood spear bent at the moment of impact, turning into bloody electric arcs and splashing. The golden barrier collided with the blade and made a piercing sound, and Hatake Sakumo's attacking trend was abruptly curbed.

Golden debris flew around.

Countless blood-colored energy filled the sky, like a behemoth preying on it, but could not shake the golden barrier, a little bit of golden light dissipated in the air, and more golden light separated from Yakumo's body.

At this moment, Yakumo borrowed the will of countless people and gathered it into this almost invincible move.

Guardian is the most powerful defensive move that Yakumo can imagine, especially after being infused with the will of many powerful people, it becomes even more indestructible.

Thirteen golden figures appeared behind him, protecting him from the imperceptible erosion of void energy.

The human will is very fragile, but there are geniuses in the human group who can forge the will into an extremely strong state, even the immortal will that cannot be worn away by time, and can even resist the erosion of void energy, which is why it constitutes an indestructible Moves and guards.

Obviously, those golden phantoms were beyond Hatake Sakumo's comprehension, and the fierce attack was directly offset.

Hatake Sakumo watched the golden barrier move backwards and immediately retracted his sword and charged up.

Suddenly, the position of the golden figure shifted and appeared behind Hatake Sakumo. The silver blade light drew a perfect semicircle from bottom to top, and the blade was wrapped with bright golden energy.

In mid-air, Hatake Sakumo didn't panic at all. Bloody blades grew rapidly from his back, blocking Yakumo's quick slash, and then six 120cm-long blood blades grew out of his back.

"Ding."

Along with the physical changes, the color of Hatake Sakumo's eyes became scarlet. Basically, he no longer saw much reason, only endless madness.

According to the classification in the universe, Hatake Sakumo should only be regarded as a nullifier.

He once wanted to master the void energy and become the master, but unfortunately he became an infected person in the end and lost everything.

Not only that, Hatake Sakumo's elbow joints and knee joints also grew bleeding blades, but his hands still held the short blade similar to Shirato, and it was also the threat that short blade brought to Yakumo. The highest sense, it is very likely that it is the core of the virtual energy.

Hatake Sakumo still retains the human form as a whole. His body is slender like a wriggling snake, but his skin has become very pale. The surface of the bare skin is covered with blood-colored textures, wriggling slightly like blood vessels, and his silver-white hair is also rendered It is blood-colored, looks very strange, and exudes an aura of madness.

"Kill me!" Sakumo Hatake roared suddenly, and all the blood blades on the surface of his body extended at the same time, pointing at Yakumo who was defending with a knife, and the seven weapons cooperated with each other to show a terrifying killing intent.

Bloody arcs and winds poured down like a torrential rain, and the golden barrier stood still.

Yakumo wanted to solve his opponent as soon as possible, but he was inevitably dragged into a long war of attrition.

"Then let me see how many skills you still have after you have fallen into madness!"

Yakumo grasped the weapon tightly, and quietly unfolded Tianquan's fighting characteristics. The continuous movement of the sword seemed to form the most perfect sphere, which was not only the most perfect defense, but also an endless attack.

The sword gang converged into the sea like a river and collided with the bloody gangster wind. The two energies unscrupulously destroyed everything around them. It was pitch black, and even light was swallowed and absorbed by the two streams of energy.

Tianquan originally absorbed the surrounding energy to supplement his combat skills, but Yakumo found that the surrounding energy was extremely thin. Although it could make up for the temporary energy consumption, it definitely could not last for a long time.

Almost instantly, Yakumo made a judgment that the enemy must be defeated in a very short time.

This is the original plan, but it is very difficult to execute.

Hatake Sakumo didn't have too many skills in this state, and his attack was characterized by relying on his own primitive instinct to fight. This kind of creature's instinct became extremely terrifying under the blessing of void energy.

The blood mist floating around suddenly spread towards Yakumo, faintly forming a huge phantom of a tiger.

"Sha Tiger!"

The seven blades on Hatake Sakumo's body were each a fulcrum, and the void energy was poured into the blood-colored short blade in his hand. The blood-colored tiger changed from illusion to life, and roared to the sky.

The tiger roars in the mountains and forests, and its power shakes all directions.

In the next second, the blood-colored giant lowered its head, spit out from its mouth the blood-colored short blade in which the blood-colored light beams finally converged, opened countless blood-colored eyeballs with both arms, and the invisible chaotic energy quickly invaded Yakumo, trying to Shake Yakumo's spirit.

But it can't shake Yakumo's soul that is close to immortality.

"Breaking the Army · Extreme Intention · Extinct Vitality."

The state of circulation in Yakumo's body changed instantly, from an endless river to a violent and unstoppable torrent, and the darkness filled with death spread to the surroundings, like a warrior of light raising a butcher knife, the pure death wave even made Hatake Shuo Mo regained consciousness briefly.

"Tenglong."

The blood energy was compressed, and the blood-colored short blade extended into a two-meter wide-edged epee. Hatake Sakumo held the giant sword with both hands, and his pale face was gradually covered with a blood-colored mask, leaving only the eyes where he swung it out with all his strength. It's like a slash that opened up the world.

This is different from the different attack methods and the lightness Hatake Sakumo is good at, but it has the aloof and domineering ability to split everything in two. This kind of move makes Yakumo feel a little afraid.

Obviously, this is not a trick of Hatake Sakumo, but from the master who can compete with the Runyu Chamber.

Vaguely visible, a pair of blood-colored ruthless eyes emerged in the sky.

The bloody epee collided with Fu Mo in mid-air, and the two immediately wrestled.

The space is thus broken, like a river that has been cut off.

The space also cannot record the power and influence erupted by the two of them.

In a daze, Yakumo saw the blood-colored giant sword, and the word "Killing Immortal" was engraved on the sword.

The eyes under the bloody mask of Hatake Sakumo regained clarity for a short while, looking at the several golden phantoms standing behind Yakumo, showing strong envy and longing.

If he could achieve the immortality of his soul back then, how could he not be able to become a symbiotic person who destroys the world.

That was the realm he had longed for, but the person in front of him was favored by such an immortal soul.

The black lightning spread like a spider web. It was the power of space condensed to the limit. These aftermaths created an incomparably huge cavity within a range of nearly a hundred kilometers, repelling all existence of matter. Even the thin air was covered by this power. repel.

There is only pure black in the empty space, like flowing energy or compressed black thunder.

The two energies cancel each other out, and Yakumo's muscle and Zhang Qinglong's ability and physique are pushed to the limit, and all the endless energy is poured into the weapon in his hand.

The golden light, the blood light, and the thunder are mutually born and destroyed.

The four pairs of eyes collided, and both of them carried murderous intent and firmness as deep as night. Even though Hatake Sakumo regained his sobriety, his killing intent was still extremely strong.

The weapons were bent in various ways, making harsh and sharp sounds.

The oppressive breath spread to the surroundings, and the will of death swept the surroundings.

Finally, the balance of the battle began to tilt, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of the blood-colored giant sword, like crisp and pleasant porcelain, which evolved into a mirror that exploded in an instant.

"It's a pity." Yakumo sighed softly in his heart. On the one hand, it was a pity that he didn't win the opponent with his strongest move, and on the other hand, it was a pity for Hatake Sakumo.

Yakumo immediately made progress and caught up. The moves used by the two were the ultimate moves used by the Juggernaut in terms of level. There was no difference in essence. His own state, but Hatake Sakumo's moves are contrary to his own characteristics.

He still maintains a state of extinction, and the black breath of death outlines a huge phantom.

Footsteps moved lightly and quickly, and at the same time, Hatake Sakumo began to wave the blade in his hand, and extended from the body to the blade. In an instant, countless weapons collided in the air, and the dazzling fire rose, and was suppressed in an instant.

The collision of countless blades is like dense battle drums. The two people continue to speed up the speed of swinging their weapons, as fast as lightning, and cut through the dark curtain in the blink of an eye. They are constantly strangling each other.

The two sides looked at each other, looking for weaknesses.

Every move of Fu Mo in Yakumo's hands is like a precise scalpel, trying to find the weak point and cut, but the speed is very fast, like a dance of death, even the combination of reality and reality cannot tell that the move is a real killing move.

But it can't break through the defense constructed by the eight blades. The method shown by Hatake Sakumo is very simple, that is, to defend all Yakumo's slashes, and the light of the blade is as if no matter can penetrate barrier.

This is a duel of energy, a competition of physical strength, and a confrontation of will.

Each of Yakumo's slashes is tricky and deadly enough, but it can't penetrate the defense built by Hatake Sakumo. Between the swords and swords, the time has come to dusk, the temperature of the surrounding air has become extremely cold, and colorless and transparent ice crystals are floating down from the sky. .

The two collided, and the tornado-shaped storm was born and extinguished. The ice crystals were evaporated into nothingness before they approached. Huge gap.

But in just one breath, the wound had already healed, and no trace of injury could be seen at all. His body had long been transformed into pure void energy, and there was no vital point in essence, so it was extremely difficult to kill.

Two hours later, the two separated, and Yakumo's breath was slightly disturbed.

The absolute death and world-destroying power fused with many energies and soul will resist and reduce each other. The two cannot tell the winner in a short time. If the delay continues, Yakumo will win, but time is too late.

Somehow, Yakumo remembered what Runyu said, that was the last time the two met.

—I used to just want to live for myself.

But suddenly one day, I found that if I continued to keep silent, everything I cared about would be trampled and destroyed. From that day on, I seemed to wake up and become a leader.

On the road of fighting vanity, I have experienced the death of relatives, the departure of old friends, a long sleep, and wars that have lasted thousands of years, taking countless lives.

In the future, you will be the leader, carrying the hopes of many.

Then you will understand that great deeds must be sacrificed, so don't stop no matter what.

Back to the battlefield, Yakumo's memories just took less than a second. Both of them were retreating, like wounded beasts accumulating strength, preparing for the next death fight.

The two looked at each other, and Yakumo's expression gradually became serious and serious.

In fact, he has a hole card to break the deadlock, but the hole card is one less for each use.

Shua. Hatake Sakumo pointed forward with a blade all over his body, and rushed towards Yakumo at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind a row of blood shadows. The long-term battle made his aura slightly weak, and the injury made him even crazier. Lost his mind, his whole body was blood red like a beast.

Yakumo raised his right arm horizontally, looked at the back of his right hand, and spoke softly.

"The seal of prayer, open!"

After Qi was promoted to be the master, this imprint was further strengthened, so strong that it made Yakumo feel a little palpitated, after all, the power and will of the master resided inside.

The blood-colored texture spread out from the back of the hand, and the breath of the same origin as Hatake Sakumo exploded. The blood-colored texture continued to cover Yakumo's skin like tree roots or tentacles. From the imprint, he felt joy and excitement, and endless madness and chaos.

Pure void energy appears in the body, blessing every cell.

Every cell in Yakumo's body is dividing and reorganizing, becoming more vigorous, the muscle tissue becomes thicker, and tenses up in an instant, and there is a slight bone explosion sound in the body, as if the precise gears are being tightly buckled, forming Brand new whole.

His body reintegrated, his abundant physical strength returned, Yakumo's state reached its peak again, and even surpassed it. The bloody aura spread from his body to the sky, forming a huge phantom like a bloody planet.

At this time, the ruthless eyes in the sky fluctuated a little more, and the two masters confronted each other invisibly.

Yakumo waved his hand and shook the knife, the sound of the knife was clear and sweet, and the edge of the subduing demon blade was faintly stained with crimson.

"Extreme blood, extinction of vitality, nest of death."

Yakumo stepped forward and swung the knife, his whole body was wrapped in a black aura, and a little blood was mixed in it. The two colors were black and black, forming a black color of red and black.

The distance between the two shortened, Yakumo waved the demon, Hatake Sakumo immediately swung the short blade to resist, and the seven sharp blades on his body were also ready to go, ready to pierce the enemy a few holes at any time.

The robe whizzed, the wind roared, and the ice crystals were evaporated into nothingness by the aftermath of energy, leaving only a white mark, like strokes standing still on the black night curtain.

The two of them came into contact instantly, and the collision of weapons made a sharp sound, which echoed in my ears.

Hatake Sakumo showed a ferocious smile on his face, but the smile on his face froze immediately in the next second. He felt the terrifying power in the enemy's blade, and saw dense cracks emerging from the short blade in his hand during the brief collision , like porcelain that may break at any time.

Originally, this weapon had a hardness beyond that of gold and stone, but now it was about to shatter.

Immediately afterwards, Yakumo's attack was like a violent storm, black and red airflow surrounded Hatake Sakumo, and each breath was a sword compressed to the limit, woven into a net under the restrictions of certain rules.

Hatake Sakumo was covered in cold sweat, and he felt the long-lost breath of death.

He wanted to resist, and the blade on his body tried to tear open the gap, but he felt terrible energy in the surrounding network, and the same source of breath even suppressed the energy in his body, making it impossible for him to rush out of the black and red hole. The big net built by the breath, and as time goes by, this net becomes solidified.

This was the energy he had dreamed of, and it belonged to the Master's favorite gift.

This force made it more difficult to break through. Hatake Sakumo retreated in pain. Every time he was hit, it was like a torture. Deep despair lingered in his heart. He couldn't understand why the enemy suddenly became so powerful .

Three minutes, ten minutes. The two-color gas formed a huge cocoon, like a devil's lair, and there were faint beasts howling in pain inside, but Hatake Sakumo had turned all his mental energy into defense, and the eight weapons resisted as much as possible. Intensive slashing like a waterfall.

Yakumo's condition at this time is not very good, the golden core at the heart is passing away rapidly, and his physical strength is also rapidly passing away. The burden of using the imaginary energy with the imprint of prayer is more exaggerated than imagined.

Ding.

The short blade in Hatake Sakumo's hand was completely broken into pieces. Even if he absorbed it back into his body in time, he still couldn't prevent the next defeat. He lost the most important defense, and the progress of failure increased dramatically.

In the fifteenth minute, the screams inside the attack circle had disappeared.

Yakumo was panting heavily, his whole body was drenched in sweat, his face was as pale as paper, looking at the key floating quietly in front of him, he didn't have much joy on his face, and his thoughts were even more chaotic.

The powerful rationality can't suppress the exhaustion of the body and spirit in an instant, the body shakes slightly, and the blood scabs that have solidified remain on the surface of the skin, which is the bleeding caused by the impotence.

Next is the strongest key keeper, Kushina Uzumaki, he really has no confidence in defeating him.

But he is no longer qualified to retreat.

Three seconds later, Yakumo straightened his back and gripped the bloody key tightly.

Like a general about to set foot on the battlefield.