Uchiha Spots.
Broken arm!
Weasel looked at the trembling hand on the ground in shock.
However, what made people's hair stand on end was the skin color on his arm that was different from that of a human.
It was a kind of miserable white skin!
The scream just now also sent chills down everyone's spine.
It was different from the deep voice of the Cosmic Ripple Spot. Instead, it was an extremely ear-piercing wail!
"What are you shouting for?"
He retreated, and the expression of the man under the mask was cold.
The source of the voice was the other half of his body, Bai Jue!
His name was Ah Fei.
"Take the soil and leave quickly."
The weak Hoodlum didn't have any intention of teasing or teasing him. He only spat out four words before he weakly stopped moving.
Leave quickly?
Dai Tu frowned.
His arm was cut off, but it did not affect him much.
He was confident that if he continued to fight, these two brats would still not be his match.
After all, that arm did not belong to him.
Even if he had experienced the pain of the world, he was only a teenager the same age as Kakashi.
Competing?
No, he really wanted to kill the two people in front of him who looked like mirrors.
Just like how Kakashi looked at the two of them, he also had a feeling of deja vu.
He wanted to deny and cut off the disgusting thoughts that always made him fall into memories.
However, Jue's words forced him to temporarily give up on his thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, his body began to slowly fade away.
"Night Eight Sword, Uchiha Weasel."
"I look forward to our next meeting."
His figure flashed, and in the next moment, he appeared in the dark cave.
The mask slowly opened, and the weak Hoodlum fell to the ground like a pile of mud.
"It's just an arm being cut off. How can things like you feel pain?”
He glanced at the broken body and asked coldly.
"You don't understand."
Hoodlum said weakly as he leaned on the ground.
"The pain from that slash was completely different from the pain from that cut.”
"Other than the pain that should have existed, I only feel that my entire person…how should I describe it?”
Hoodlum rubbed his temples in frustration.
"It's the kind where a person is clearly in his body, but there's something dragging him out of the body.”
"At that moment, I felt as if someone had forcefully separated me from my body.”
"What is it again? Yes, a soul!”
"My soul is being affected."
His soul was expelled from his body?
Dai Tu's expression was solemn." Are you sure? That feeling."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me."
Hoodlum shook his head and summoned another Baijue Experimental from the ground. He then reattached his arm in front of the dirt.
Normally, at this time, the injured arm should have recovered.
But now, it was still dangling under his arms, as if it had lost consciousness!
"Although I don't want to say that, I'm certain that the soul of my arm has been severed.”
" There's something wrong with his saber!"
His soul had been severed!
At this moment, the soil was completely stunned.
A blade that could sever souls?
Hoodlum had no reason to lie to him.
There must be something wrong with the other party's saber.
Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on his back.
If the little ghost was not attacking Hoodlum, who had fused with him, but himself.
What would the outcome be?
He had already lost half of his body, and it had been repaired by Bai Jue and the first generation of cells. If he lost control of an arm…
What a strange little ghost.
It could actually attack the soul!
Eighth Night Sword?
Not only was he powerful, but he also knew about the Eye of the Moon.
Would his existence pose a threat to the plan?
In an instant, a series of questions appeared in his mind.
A little brat.
It actually gave him such a headache.
He frowned and looked at Hoodlum on the ground." Keep an eye on him. Don't reveal any flaws."”
……
There was naturally a problem with the saber.
However, the only person in this world who knew the mysteries of that saber was Ye Bajian.
The saber in his hand, on the other hand, seemed ordinary in the hands of others. It did not even erupt with the spiritual pressure that the Dragon Slaying Saber should have.
Therefore, the problem wasn't the saber.
It was the person who used the knife.
"I am the Grim Reaper."
On the path leading to the Country of Tang, Eight Swords was drinking.
Weasel was still seriously bandaging the wound on his palm.
The battle had just ended, but the heavens did not let them off. As if to wash away the blood on their way, it began to drizzle.
Looking over from afar, the two Genins were confused. After this mission, their faith as ninjas had probably completely collapsed.
He would also understand how dangerous it was to be a ninja.
It was just a C-rank mission. If they were not strong enough, they could lose their lives at any time.
"Weasel, your eyes."
His palm was already bandaged. Although he had been injured twice in a row today, he had already completely adapted to the pain.
On the contrary, Weasel…
Just from the fresh blood that flowed out of his tears, Eight Swords could guess.
"Yes, Shura Eye."
Weasel was somewhat melancholic and sorrowful.
It was different from the power that ordinary people obtained.
He would consider why this power would come and what would accompany it.
Pa da.
He pointed at his forehead and Weasel cried out in pain.
"Hey, you're still alive."
"I'm still alive."
"Remember, your eyes were opened for me.”
He stood up and carried his knife as he walked forward. The only thing left in Weasel's eyes was his back.
Remember, your eyes were opened for me.
The confusion was gone.
What replaced it was determination.
Compared to Jian Sang.
In the end, I'm still too far behind.
……
I'm begging for votes.
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