Chapter 470

Qi mu maoshuo looked at Yu Zhi bochen with shocked eyes, as if he saw something incredible. His eyes stared round and stared at the characteristics in Chen's hands.

"This is... Flying Thor!"

He hesitated, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said word by word. However, at the moment, there had been a great wave in his heart. You should know that the art of flying Thunder God is a space-time Ninja invented by the second generation of fire shadow thousand hands of Muye. It has always been a secret art of Muye, not only because of its powerful power, but also because the time, energy and talent required to learn this Ninja are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

As everyone knows, since the death of the second generation Huoying qianshoufanjian, the whole Muye has been able to successfully learn this space-time ninja in the past few decades. It was with his superb flying thunder god skill and his own Ninja spiral pill that he made the name of Muye yellow flash at the beginning of the Third World War.

However, Qimu maoshuo once again saw the emergence of flying Thunder God's skill in a person suspected of yuzhibo family today. At first, he didn't respond when he saw that Chen took out the trait of suffering. It shocked Qimu maoshuo when he showed this brilliant flying Thunder God's skill.

"What, surprised?" Chen's face showed a smiling expression. He played with the characteristics of his hands and played with the taste of Qimu maoshuo.

"How did you learn this ninja?" Qi mu maoshuo looked serious. He slowly stood up and made a defensive gesture with the blade of white teeth across his chest. He thought it was a small thing, but now Qi mu maoshuo had to deal with it as an important thing.

At two points, the flying Thunder God's skill and writing wheel eyes all prove that the information of their Muye village or the secrets of their Muye village have been leaked. As the Minister of Muye's secret department, in any case, the ultimate responsibility for this matter will be on him. What he has to do now is to learn about the spies in the village as soon as possible. During the war, a spy may leak important information. Only by removing all spies one by one can we ensure the security of the rear.

"How did I learn?" Chen asked back, and then pointed to his own eyes. His eyes were frozen and said in a cold voice, "there is no ninja in the world that can't be copied by these eyes. If there are, then two pairs!"

Qimu maoshuo certainly wouldn't listen to such nonsense. If he could copy the skill of flying Thunder God by writing wheel eyes, the yuzhibo family would have been in heaven long ago. He snorted coldly, stopped talking, took out the scabbard behind him and put it around his waist, and then slowly put the white tooth blade in the scabbard.

Qimu maoshuo slowly closed his eyes, and gradually his momentum began to change qualitatively. He was originally in a defensive state and struggled to resist Chen's momentum suppression. Now his momentum is like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Originally, Qi mu maoshuo, who was at a disadvantage in the momentum duel, was like a sword. With the momentum of destroying the withered and decaying, he broke a gap between the momentum and oppression of Yu Zhi bochen. It was this gap. Qi mu maoshuo's momentum like a sword was close to Yu Zhi bochen.

"Right now!" After Qimu maoshuo's momentum penetrated the high pressure of Yuzhi bochen, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"White tooth Sabre!"

He moved, very fast. How fast? I don't know, Chen doesn't know. Maybe he didn't make a knife, or he had already made a knife, but in fact he didn't make a knife now.

After he returned to his mind, Qi mu maoshuo had closed behind him. A faint blood stain appeared on Chen's neck, which expanded, and a blood sword sputtered out of Chen's neck.

"Poop!"

After a long time, I heard the injured voice from Chen's neck.

"Good knife!" Chen couldn't help sighing. His right hand stroked his neck. Yingying green light came out of Chen's hands. Wood attribute chakra was treating Chen's wound. At the same time, ten tail chakra was constantly repairing Chen's body from his body. At his level, ordinary attacks can no longer work on him. Unless it is magic or crushing his heart, any attack will be ineffective on Chen.

Of course, this does not include damage from a higher level, such as candle dragon.

In a short time, Chen's wound disappeared, as if it had never happened at all.

"Your drawing skill is the fastest and strongest I've ever seen." Chen turned around and looked at the flag. Mu maoshuo said expressionless, "it is worthy of 'Muye white teeth' that can deter the existence of a tolerant village during World War II."

Chen shook his head and clenched the trait in his hand: "however, this degree of attack has no effect on me! No matter how many times you come, it's useless! It's a pity that you can't use this high-intensity knife drawing technique several times. How much of chakra do you have left? " Chen's words were full of provocation.

Chen was very angry that Qi mu maoshuo could hurt him. Although his opponent was Mu Ye Baiya Qi mu maoshuo, this injury still made him feel ashamed.

The evil spirit in the desert seems to be more intense than before.

Chen's hands were tightly pinched in his hands. He walked slowly in front of Qimu maoshuo.

The road is very long. In this sandy desert, I don't know where the end is. However, the road is also very short. The distance between them is only a few tens of steps.

Chen walked to Qimu maoshuo step by step, his whole body burst out, and a more domineering anger came to Chen.

The wind has blown and rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky. The atmosphere in the desert seems more tense than before. As soon as Chen shook his hand, he took it out of his hand and went to Qimu maoshuo at a fast speed.

At this time, the murderous spirit in Yuzhi bochen's eyes is Ling ran. It seems that the world is also affected by Chen, full of desolate and solemn meaning. It seems that he is mourning for the upcoming death of Qimu maoshuo.

Without a flash of pain, the figure disappeared. When Chen appeared the next second, he had stood face to face with Qi mu maoshuo. Qi mu maoshuo could even clearly see the subtle visible lines on Chen's face.

Bai Ya held the knife in his back hand, his left hand against his right hand, and his two hands against his chest. The blade was impressively extended towards Yuzhi bochen, but his eyes did not dare to look at Yuzhi bochen's eyes