"It is rumored that the 'Desert Death God' had another name." The thin masked ninja sighed as he looked at the figure in front of him who was still standing firm under the siege of many Mist Ninjas.
I saw more and more Kirigakure ninjas falling down, and the splashing blood almost turned Rika into a bloody person. And the beheading sword, at some point, was restored to most of its original state after being bathed in blood.
"It's a pity that he has such fighting power at such a young age." The man holding a double-edged giant sword at the side also sighed.
The Kirigakure ninjas suffered heavy losses in this battle. Seven or eight of the best fighters in the village were hit by the 'blackened' beheading sword and lost their combat effectiveness. Even if they can survive in the future, their strength will probably be greatly reduced.
The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Demon who was watching the battle on the side did not feel any pity at all. These guys existed to consume the enemy's chakra. To him, even the Seven Blade Men were just tools that could be discarded at will. Only his own strength and the Samehada in his hand were the key to standing firm in the troubled times.
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