Konoha stood alone on the roadside, helplessly pressing his chest. The blood beads on his neck had already dried up, and the corpse ghosts appeared too timely. The dagger was stopped just as soon as it cut through the skin!

He didn't understand why the corpse ghoul wanted to save him. In his eyes, like his cold father, he was a great ninja and a cruel leader.

What he has always believed in is that ninjas are invincible, and failure ninjas have to pay the price for their mistakes. Of course, it is very simple, that is, they just give their lives.

In fact, he had long been tired of life and was always trapped in that cage without any popularity. He was like a bird trapped in a cage. He could only look at the blue sky helplessly and flap his wings.

But I can't go anywhere.

Now he was watching a grand movie like a passerby. The corpse ghost was like a gray storm, striking violently at the Nighthawk who was struggling hard in the storm.

Nighthawk was like an old captain who had encountered a hurricane. Every time he waved his powerful arms, he would get a bigger turnaround in order to survive, but the ghoul was too powerful, so powerful that even if he worked hard, it would be useless.

Then, then

Tears were whirling inside Konoha's eyes. He didn't want to kill anyone, and he could feel the kindness brought by the Nighthawk. But he was standing here now and didn't know where to go, because the person who was killing was the closest person in the world.

Boom! The Nighthawk was hit ten times violently, and there were even clear fist marks on his chest. The power of the corpse ghost was astonishingly powerful as a machine hitting a human.

The Nighthawk couldn't help but fly up. He couldn't remember how many times he had flew up. His head seemed to be about to be blown up, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The hard body, like steel, was about to melt, and the corpse ghoul was like a burning steel furnace, and the burning body was about to melt everything he saw.

The nighthawk fell to the ground with blood flowing like a river. He slowly stood up, until now, he failed to succeed in a powerful counterattack. The terrifying attack of the ghoul was like a machine with full power,

He didn't even have time to blink.

The corpse ghost quietly looked at the Nighthawk who was slowly getting up, and his chest kept rising. At this moment, the Nighthawk was like a piece of waste picked out from the garbage dump, and his whole body was dirty and clean.

But the corpse ghost himself was breathing heavily, his shock was no less than that of Nighthawk. Just now, he used his strength almost with all his strength and hit Nighthawk for less than thirty punches in an instant. It was just a real thing

The steel should be broken, but Nighthawk was like nothing happened, wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth, and even smiling.

"You are really scary. No wonder so many people die in your hands. Everyone respects you and calls you a tiger from the East. Now I believe that you are not only a tiger, but also a vital force.

The tenacious tiger." The corpse ghoul had to move. He had no extra strength to continue fighting and took a good rest while both sides were peeping.

Nighthawk slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The pill changed the structure of his body and had extremely powerful recovery ability. He could even feel the scorching wounds healing faster. The sound of blood flowing in the tendons is so clear, just like an ear.

Listening quietly beside a river.

The five terrible blood holes in the chest had stopped bleeding, and the visible speed was recovering rapidly. New tissues covered the wound, and the tender flesh came with hope like a newborn baby.

But the attack of the zombie was so powerful that his body was recovering, but the pain was not relieved at all. He now felt heart-wrenching pain whenever he moved.

The Batian Sword was still tightly holding the Batian Sword in his right hand, and the feeling of fiery heat was slowly transmitted through the palm of his hand like the whole body. It was the temperature of the Batian Sword, which was so familiar that every time a crisis came, I felt this way.

Grasping the Dominant Sword, Nighthawk was like catching hope. He remembered a lot, even when his mind was dizzy, there were too many hopes that made him reluctant to fall down like this. He wanted to stand up, no matter how powerful he was.

The opponent is the real warrior only when he stands. This is also the truth that the countless opponents he defeated have handed him over.

The tall figure slowly stood in front of him, and the corpse ghost looked at the man bathed in blood on his upper body incredibly. He is the king of the ninja world and the supreme authority. Under his majesty, no one can suffer such a blow.

Those who can stand up. If there is such a person, it will be beyond all the boundaries of human understanding and a god-like existence.

Nighthawk leaned on a knife, looked at the ghoul coldly, and said mockingly: "Are you a ninja or the emperor's lackey?"

The ghoul was stunned, and all the rhythms before were firmly controlled by him. Every step and movement of Nighthawk was moving according to his routine. Now Nighthawk was asking him, and he still asked this question.

The question.

"What did you say? What did you mean?" asked the corpse ghost.

"I mean, are you a warrior, or as you say, the king of the ninja world comes to duel me. Or as a victim of power, a lackey on the road to achieving ambitions comes to challenge me. Because I am

You are about to kill you, your answer determines how I will kill you."

The ghoul wanted to laugh, but his lungs, which did not have much extra air, could not support his big-tempo waste of energy. He was actually very old, and he was about to die. If it weren't for dealing with the Nighthawk, he would never have appeared.

.The hideous bones appeared on his shriveled face, like a mummy corpse.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? You failed guy, like a dog in front of me, and you even want to say that you killed me. You are so ridiculous." The corpse ghost smiled and shook his head: "I forgive your ignorance

There is no need to be so particular about being rude to me.

"Really?" Nighthawk laughed, and the Domineering Sword was lifted again. The ghoul suddenly felt a strong flame that could even melt the furnace and hit it as if it was coming. It felt very uncomfortable.

, as if you want to bake all your shriveled skin into flying powder.

"Then let you see how fierce the Eastern tiger in the mouths of others is." Amid the crazy laughter, the human swords were united, and the nighthawk waved the red domineering sword and slashed at the corpse ghosts.

The fire wrapped all the retreat paths around the corpse ghost, and the air seemed to be burned by the fierce fire of the Batian Sword. The steam was evaporating rapidly, and for a moment it seemed like living in the deepest part of the desert, even taking a breath of wet

All of them are so luxurious.

The corpse ghost roared angrily, and his whole body turned into a fast gray whirlwind. He escaped from the package of fire, and the overwhelming red flames illuminated his eyes, burning his internal organs, leaving him with little left.

Life desperately evacuated its shriveled body.

The corpse ghost was frightened to find that the man he was just going to kill actually contained such powerful power. He was so powerful that he could kill him with one knife at any time.

Or he is his ultimate power, only one knife is enough.

The true energy in the Nighthawk's body was gathered in this peerless sword. The sky and the earth were lost, covering the sky and turning the sky into a fiery red. Konoha, who was squatting on the roadside, was covered with the fiery red eyes, and the corpse ghosts were like

As long as the poor flying insect who escaped from bad luck flapped his wings desperately to escape from danger, the red had covered all his retreat, and he had no way to escape.

"Now it should be known how terrible the Chinese are." Nighthawk's speed was too fast, and the Domineering Sword rushed into the outstretched hands of the corpse ghost.

Although his hands were as hard as steel, in the instant collision, all ten long nails shattered, and the corpse ghosts spit out a mouthful of blood from their mouths like mummies.

Suddenly, his body lightened, as if he had passed by a dream. When he saw the surrounding scenery clearly, he was already standing across the road. However, the Nighthawk, which was as terrifying as a ghost, was still standing across the road.

His hands were spasming involuntarily, and he looked at Konoha who was smiling happily beside him weakly. It was Konoha who used the illusion given to him by God at the most critical moment to save his life.

"Uncle, you can't die. Without dad, I actually treat you the same as dad." Konoha smiled gently, with a happy smile on the corners of her eyes.

In the distance, the Demon Eye was defeated by the joint attack of Ghost Hand and Matsumoto. In addition, there were also eyeballs and Yasha next to him watching with pistols. As a last resort, he retreated to the side of the corpse.

After suffering a heavy blow, the ghoul's hands were swollen like straws growing rapidly in the wind. He was supported by Konoha and stared at the nighthawk on the opposite road.

Nighthawk was also looking at him coldly: "Can you answer my question just now?"

The ghoul gritted his teeth, and he changed from the attitude of the first winner to the current loser. It would be useless to insist on being noble.

"We are ninjas and slaves of the Emperor. Our lives are born to the Emperor. We are servants of the Emperor, so I can't answer your questions. If you insist on thinking, think we are lackeys.

Servant, we are willing to be the lackeys in front of the Emperor's Gate." The ghoul replied loudly.

"I'm pretty strong, like a man." Nighthawks rushed towards the three ninjas step by step. Today, they have reached this point. They must decide the winner, otherwise these ninjas will be pestering them without any play.

Then, then

"Brother, let's go." Konoha looked at the demonic eyes that were preparing to continue fighting lightly, and then smiled at the evil nighthawk and said, "Thank you for not killing me, but we are leaving! I hope we will never do it again in the future.

Don't be an enemy."

Nighthawk only felt a clear picture flashing in his mind. When he opened his eyes, the three people on the opposite side had disappeared.

Only the wind blew gently by my side, as if it was a dream, a very unreal dream.

"Captain, did you just let them go like that?" Jun rushed over and looked around unwillingly. Konoha's illusion was too powerful and confused everyone.
Chapter completed!