Chapter 445: :End

Ming Jing untied the opening in the beige robe, dragged the torn clothes down and threw it aside. He looked calmly at the corner and said, "Next, I'm going to be serious. Old man, be careful."
"You should call me senior, Lei Dun Rai Snake!" With a single hand stretched out his horns, a snake made up of thunder and lightning came out of his sleeve, flashing like lightning in an instant in front of the mirror, with fangs pointed towards He bit his neck while holding the mirror. However, Der Spiegel is faster than Razer!
As if teleporting, he appeared in front of Jiao Du in the blink of an eye: "Old man, broken face fist!" Without knowing that Jiao Du's body suddenly increased, Ming Jing's fist just tucked into his chest. Black whiskers squeezed out of Jiaodu’s ribs and entangled Ming Jing’s arm.
Ming Jing looked surprised and tried to pull his arm out hard. The eyes of the horns were blurred, and one hand was placed on the heart of Mingjing: "Your heart, your ability, I accept it!" As his voice fell, the black beard twisted and got into Mingjing's chest.
"Ahhhhh..." Ming Jing suddenly felt that his heart was about to be pulled out, and his face was violently sweaty. The horns braved the green eyes and couldn't help but squinted. A heart that masters wind escape, illusion, and immortality is really good! But why hasn't it been taken out for so long?
"You lied to you!" The originally grim-faced Ming Jing suddenly made a grimace at the corner. His body was like a crystal, and he shattered into glass slags all over the floor with a "crash".
"Illusory? When..." Jiao Du's expression was solemn, and he thought back carefully. In the past few minutes, there is no problem with his memory!
"Old man, have a taste of my face-breaking fist!" Before I waited for the angle to sort out the clues, Der Spiegel's attack came again. It was the same as last time, suddenly appeared in front of him, hammering iron fists toward his face. Jiao Du chose to step back this time, Ming Jing approached, and completed Jieyin with one hand: "Feng Dun·Thousand Swords!"
Suddenly, nearly a thousand wind blades cut the corner capital!
"Woo!" The body whose horns were strengthened couldn't stop such a concentrated attack. In the next second, this Xiao organization's finances were cut in half.
Der Spiegel is not like Kakashi, who relaxes his vigilance in one shot. With a kick on the sole of his foot, he rushed towards the corner. At the same time, both hands became imprinted, and the terrifying Chakra volume began to riot: "Wind Dunge·Storm Hammer!"
The terrifying air pressure enveloped this area, the flowers, plants and trees were bent down, and the hard stones were pressed into the soft soil. Jiao Du truly felt the breath of death at this moment, just like facing the man named Senjumazu that year.
"No, I will definitely not die here!" After a moment of loss of consciousness, the horns immediately woke up, the hideous stitched wounds on his back burst open, and two black monsters with different masks jumped out. The two monsters each took half of Jiao Du's body and quickly dragged out of this area.
Soon, Jiao Du's expression was not right. He commanded the two earth-bound spirits to put his body together, and the black tentacles connected the terrifying wound. Slowly standing up, the old man said with an ugly face: "You can apply illusion to this point, you are very good."
Ming Jing walked out slowly. There was no pear blossom print on his forehead. He was still wearing the beige robe, but the clothes were spotless and tidy as new. He glanced at the two earth-bound spirits curiously, and suddenly nodded with a suddenly realized expression: "So, these little guys still have their own consciousness. Don't you panic when you put these things in your body? ?"
"They are not afraid when they are alive, let alone in this state?" Jiao Du sneered, and he stared at Ming Jing and said: "In this state, your illusions will be useless."
"How can you know if you don't try it?" Ming Jing smiled, and gracefully bounced the leaves that were about to fall on the clothes.
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"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!" Itachi used a short blade to pick up the shuriken that ran from the fertile soil, and then he took a step forward and took the initiative to greet him. Wo Ye gasped and lifted the knife and slashed, running back and forth like this, so tired.
"It seems... it's time to end." Itachi narrowed his eyes and said suddenly.
"Boy, don't underestimate people! I can still fight for another three days and three nights." Wo Ye roared and retreated into the mist. But this time, there was an accident, where itachi was, and there was the sound of weapons collision!
"What's going on?! Is the fertile soil close?" Wo Ye was startled, and rushed back instead of going back. But what greeted him were three large shurikens with a diameter of more than one meter.
"What?! This is..." Wo Ye was startled and rolled aside in embarrassment before avoiding it. But as soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes, and the three-hook jade in the eyeballs turned extremely fast: "Magic·Fanghang Art!" For a moment, Wo Ye felt like his limbs were nailed by nails, standing still unable to move. .
The fertile soil hiding in the underground cave is a bit daunting, why haven’t you heard the signal from Wo Ye after so long? He sneaked in the soil, then passed through the openings, carefully observing the outside, but unfortunately the fog was too heavy, and he couldn't see much. He stretched his head out of the hole again, and his hands fell from the sky, lifting the fertile soil directly.
"Damn it, give me some respect!" Wo Tu still wanted to struggle, but he didn't expect Itachi to slap him directly on his neck and stun the guy directly.
Seeing that the fertile soil did not move, Wo Ye's face turned white~EbookFREE.me~ with trembling lips and asked, "What did you do to him?!"
"It's just fainting." Itachi took out the rope from the bag around his waist, and tied Wo Ye and Wo Tu back to back together.
"Huh..." Feeling the heartbeat coming from behind, Wo Ye quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at Itachi. Judging from the other's temperament and height, Wo Ye has already determined that the person in front of him should not be very old. So, he asked, "How did you crack our combined attack?"
After tying it up, Itachi tried the tightness, then looked at Wo Ye and said calmly. "This fog not only restricts my sight, but also restricts your companion's sight! So the frequency of your attacks is the way to communicate with each other. Six, six, seven
six, six, seven
six, seven, one, Seven
Six, Seven, Six, Four
Three, One, Three, Four
Three, Three, One, Seven... It seems messy, if you guessed it correctly, it is the score "Sakura"."
Wo Ye smiled bitterly and nodded and said: "So you heard it out, so you deliberately made the sound of weapon collisions just to disrupt our rhythm, right!"
"It's just plan one." Itachi didn't say, the reason why it dragged on for so long. One is to consume their physical strength, and the other is to anaesthetize their consciousness. Now it seems that the effect is good.