Chapter 51: Dried persimmon ghost

"Boom boom"
San Ren is worthy of San Ren. When you move, you will be shaking the mountains, flying sand and rocks, and even dust-free from a distance of 100 meters, you can feel an invisible sense of oppression.
Among them, the strength of the Thousands of Hands is the most horrible. Her power is probably comparable to that of Dustless. Others can't look at it and punch one to death. At the moment, the crowd of people has become the object of slaughter.
"It looks like I don't need my opponent."
Seeing this, nodded no dust, these three old men of the three generations of old men are all serious shadow-level powerhouses, their strengths have gone through countless hard tests, and the combat experience is more than ten dustless streets.
"No need--"
"call out!"
Looking at the situation side by side in a clean and comfortable place, thinking that when he didn't need to do it by himself, when he was going to take a break, the sharp breaking sound suddenly struck himself.
"Always some"
"It's you!?"
There was a rush of killing in his eyes, and he looked at the oncoming shuriken, sneered again and again, and his right hand was raised, suddenly a strong light flashed, and the shuriken coming directly melted completely.
"What kind of ninjutsu is this ?!"
Earlier, the ninja who had attacked the dustlessly shouted, his eyes widened, his tone of doubt and unbelievable. Obviously, he had never seen such a strange ninjutsu.
This man is fierce and evil, with a haggard face and a tall and cruel figure, it is the dried persimmon ghost!
"What's your name?"
Rejection has determined that the person in front of you is the dried persimmon ghost, no doubt, Wu Chen still asked with some uncertainty.
"I'm the dried persimmon ghost!"
Seeing Wu Chen know his name, the dried persimmon ghost was a little surprised, and then he saw the mysterious smile that "it really is" on Wu Chen's face. He was very upset and immediately added the sentence, "I am about to ask you Man! "
"-"
Suddenly, the mouth twitched when I heard the word, always felt that the phrase "Dried Persimmon Ghost" was ambiguous, but I couldn't find any language problems. Now I just looked at him with a smile, and the playfulness of his eyes narrowed.
That was the cat's smile.
"Smile Nima Po laughed, I'll hit you and cry when I will!"
The dried persimmon's face is iron-blue, and the already-cheeked cheeks are even more ugly, and even because of the anger, the apparently young face is distorted, the jagged teeth are exposed, and the horrible and horrifying infiltration.
He refused to know the meaning of the smile on Wu Chen's face. At one point, he was sure that the annoying Xu looked down on himself, even if he was not a few years old, and still felt that he was extremely annoying.
"Water Margin? Water Dragon Bomb!"
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The angry persimmon ghost suddenly ran away. He always treated others as a prey. Wuchen's disdainful look was extremely uncomfortable to him, and his heart was like a big stone, very uncomfortable.
Immediately, the powerful Minamata Ninjutsu vowed to be clean and beautiful.
"Water Margin is useless to me."
Looking casually at the oncoming Shui Long, shook his head dustlessly, watching the dried persimmon ghost showing pity, Uchiha is famous for using fire, and he is his natural enemy.
"Art fire escape fireball!"
Immediately, the dustless mouth swelled, blowing a fiery fireball.
"You 'fuckin!"
Although surprised by the speed of the dust-free printing, and the scale of the "holy fireball", knowing its power is good, but the dried persimmon ghost still smirks and laughs, of course, he is angry!
The b-level ninjutsu that I used, how can I use c-level ninjutsu to resist? This is obviously looking down on him, fanning the dry persimmon ghost face fiercely.
Your b-class ninjutsu, I can resist with the c-level entry fire!
"The hordes of fire at entry, will resist my leech, you--"
"boom!"
The dried persimmon ghost's voice had not fallen yet, and the dry and ghostly ghost's sharp teeth were directly evaporated and destroyed by the dustless fireball, and the giant fireball rolled over him.
"Jack!"
Seeing this, the dried persimmon ghost yelled and yelled, and immediately closed the seal quickly, a more turbulent current surging, a mighty eruption erupted.
"Water Margin? The Great Waterfall Technique!"
Even more fierce and dense currents erupted, which extinguished the scorching hot fireball technique and brought it to nothing, arousing high water vapor.
Seeing the fireballs dissipate, he was relieved, and his breathing calmed down. Only then was he approached by the fireballs. He felt a kind of soul being baked on the stove.
"This fire is so terrible"
Watching the wind light and light, careless about the dust, the dried persimmon ghost could not help falling into the trough, gloomy looking at the dust, his fists clenched tightly, his forehead sweating cold, and his teeth were almost bitten.
"Don't be so surprised"
Seeing the nervousness of the dried persimmon ghost, Wuchen smiled with no conscience, and pointed at him enough, and motioned to let go.
"You have to be inch-inch, give me just enough!"
The dried persimmon ghost had black lines on his head, his body trembling with anger, his eyes were red, and his bright red eyes were full of murderous intentions. The vast and dense Chakra rushed out of him.
"Water Margin? Big Storm Clash!"