Konoha: Left eye reincarnation, right eye reincarnation

Chapter 69: Chapter 69

At this time, the land of the Sunset Clan was devastated.

Dozens of ninjas wearing the emblem of the Libra clan and members of the Sunset clan fought fiercely, and all kinds of ninjutsu blew up the surrounding houses. The flames of war raged and burned, and the screams continued.

"Damn, what kind of monsters are they?!"

The head of the Xiyang clan frowned violently, and saw that the Libra clansmen seemed to be beasts that knew no pain, and they moved their hands crazily. , Bite off his throat abruptly, tearing off pieces of flesh and blood.

The Xiyang people felt that they were fighting a lunatic. They had never seen such a bloody scene. Their hearts were chilled, and their fighting spirit was directly weakened by half in fear.

"Jie Jie Jie... Do you still dare to be distracted at a time like this?"

A gloomy sneer sounded in his ears, the pupils of the Xiyang patriarch shrank suddenly, and he quickly raised his sword.

"boom."

He shot backwards and knocked down a wooden house.

A middle-aged man with a burly iron tower stood in his original position, his right hand was exaggeratedly swollen, black curse marks densely covered the surface of his skin.

"Our Xiyang clan has no grievances with Libra, why attack us!"

The patriarch Xiyang walked out of the ruins, with a bloody wound on his chest, glaring at the man and questioning.

The man licked the blood from his fingertips, and said with a sneer: "If you want to blame, you can only blame you for being weak, and the weak are born to die, jie jie jie!"

The patriarch Xiyang was at a loss for words.

He could feel that the mental state of the other party was extremely abnormal at the moment—it should be said that the mental state of all the Libra people was abnormal. They seemed to have completely lost their minds, and only the bloodthirsty and killing impulse remained in their minds.

"We have already asked the Qianshou clan for help, Qianshou's reinforcements will arrive soon, you still have time to retreat now." The leader of the Xiyang clan tried to intimidate the opponent.

The man disdainfully said: "What is a thousand hands? I'll kill you too!"

"I have mastered the power of the immortal, and this time I come out, I want to kill all the ninjas!"

As soon as the words fell, the man shot out like an arrow, and slapped the patriarch Xiyang fiercely with his swollen and thick arms.

"Bang bang bang."

The patriarch of the sunset raised his sword to fight back, but the man's arm was actually harder than fine iron, and when it collided with the sword, a series of sparks burst out.

"So strong!"

Patriarch Xiyang gritted his teeth. The opponent's strength and speed were terrifying. He was no match. After dozens of moves, his tiger's mouth was shattered, and his whole palm was dripping with blood. In addition, he was already injured, so it was even more difficult. support.

"Why hasn't Qianshou's reinforcements arrived yet?"

He was almost desperate, gradually unable to resist the man's violent offensive, and the wailing of the clansman's dying rang in his ears.

"Soul Claws!"

Three blood lights lit up.

The sword in the hand of the Xiyang patriarch broke with a sound, and the whole person fell to the ground in a parabola, and the blood was soaring.

"How can a mere mortal rival the power of an immortal."

The man's face was full of contempt and arrogance, and he licked the blood from his finger.

"That's the end of it all."

He jumped high, with five sharp claws flashing a deadly cold light, and only took the head of the leader of the sunset.

The head of the Xiyang clan was extremely sad. Could it be that their Xiyang clan was destined to be killed?
He closed his eyes resignedly.

"Woodun, the technique of wood dragon!"

At the critical moment, the dawn of hope finally came.

The soil on the ground churned, and a giant dragon composed of a large number of trees drilled out, tyrannically rushing towards the man.

The man had no choice but to give up killing the patriarch Xiyang, turned around and tore at the wooden dragon with his claws.

"boom!"

The wooden dragon broke into several pieces, and the man was also uncomfortable. He was hit and wiped out a gully more than ten meters long on the ground.

"Master Hashirama!"

Patriarch Xiyang narrowly escaped death, no words can describe his excitement, he immediately turned his head and saw Zhujian leading nearly a hundred Qianshou tribe into the battlefield.

"Qian Shou's reinforcements are here, we are saved!"

"Thank you, Master Hashirama, that's great!"

The people of the Sunset Clan cheered excitedly. At this moment, they were grateful to the Qianshou Clan from the bottom of their hearts, and the despair and sadness were swept away.

Zhujian asked the clansmen to deal with the Libra clansmen, while he himself flashed in front of Patriarch Xiyang and helped him up: "Patriarch Xiyang, how are you injured?"

"I can't die, but I can't make a move." The Xiyang patriarch said bitterly.

Seeing that he was indeed seriously injured and only a thin line away from death, Zhu Jian said, "Go to the side and rest, and leave the rest to me."

"Master Zhujian, be careful, those Libra people are all crazy, they don't have a semblance of reason."

Before being helped away by the tribe, the Xiyang patriarch reminded him gratefully.

Hashirama nodded to show that he understood, and looked solemnly at the direction where the man was sent flying.

The Libras attacked Senshou's affiliated ninja for no reason, which seriously threatened the safety of the Qianshou clan. Regardless of whether the Libras were crazy or not, they must be suppressed.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A strange laugh came.

Under the ground, Zhou Xuan complained secretly, according to the laws of the Internet, a villain who laughs like this usually won't survive two chapters.

……

"It's great, someone came to die again."

"Our Libra family has retired for 30 years, and the world may have forgotten our reputation..."

A figure climbed up from the ruins and walked out of the area covered by smoke and dust.

Hashirama's expression changed, obviously surprised.

The man in front of him grew a huge fleshy wing from his back, and the curse marks covering half of his body emitted a blazing light like magma, his pupils were orange-yellow, and his arms swelled to the size of an adult, as if he had turned into a monster.

"Is he still human?"

Hashirama couldn't help but have this thought.

Then he saw the man's fleshy wings tremble slightly, and the whole person led a series of afterimages to rush towards him.

"The speed is so fast!" Hashirama was shocked.

"Die!"

The man grinned, and pierced Zhujian's chest with a claw. Just as he was about to tear it in half, the "Hashirama" in front of him suddenly turned into a wooden statue.

"Wooden avatar?"

Although the man is in a state of sage-like rage, he can still recognize Hashirama's method. This is not a substitute technique, and the opponent's body is not here at all.

Shaking the wooden avatar into pieces casually, the man followed the chakra fluctuations to find the main body of Hashirama.

"Wood escape is all about bag-spreading."

Before he found Hashirama, he exposed himself first, clapped his hands to the ground, hundreds of big wooden hands broke through the ground, grabbed him firmly, and quickly absorbed his chakra.

The man didn't panic at all when he was restrained, and sneered again and again: "How strong can a mere mortal be? It's ridiculous!"

As he spoke, his fleshy wings trembled, smashing the big wooden hand immediately, and then slapped the remaining wooden hands one by one with his inflated claws, showing his invincible posture.

"He should be the patriarch of the Libra clan, and he has never seen such a weird power."

Hashirama guessed, clapped his hands together and continued to perform ninjutsu:
"Wooden man art!"

(End of this chapter)