Naruto: The villain template of me is regarded as the savior

Chapter 45 Blood Dragon Eye·Blood Dragon Art!

Bang! !

The core of the barrier in Uzushio Village is already covered with corpses and blood.

Miyajogo stepped on a human head, as if he had burst a tomato. He shook off the bloody mud on his feet in disgust, and then turned to look at Nakayoshi behind him.

"Hey, Fatty, are you done?"

His tone was very rude, but it did not arouse Zhongyoshi's reaction. He just lowered his head to break the barrier and said in a low voice: "Please don't rush or interrupt me. The barrier of the Uzumaki clan is more sophisticated than I thought."

"Tsk, hurry up then." Miya Castle leaned against the wall with some boredom, while still calculating the time for the two of them.

As one of the few remaining members of the Blood Pond clan, the so-called responsibilities of the Blood Pond clan are shouldered by him. Only he himself can fully understand this feeling.

After all, they were just bereaved dogs who fled from the Kingdom of Thunder to the Kingdom of Water. They did not have any ability or courage to refuse the request of the Third Mizukage.

"Tsk! If it weren't for my son..."

Thinking of this, Miya Castle smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and the laughter echoed in the empty square.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a laughter that coincided with his voice, and the water reflecting the moon trembled with ripples.

"who?"

Miyajogo's lazy body suddenly stood up straight, and he suddenly looked warily at the dark night around him.

In less than a second, he entered a battle-ready state, with his body forward and his legs slightly bent, ready to pounce or retreat at any time.

"...What's wrong?" Zhongji, who was breaking the barrier, paused, but still asked without raising his head.

Miyagi Gogo shook his head and signaled him to stop talking.

His eyes cut through the darkness in front of him like a knife, but he didn't find any abnormalities or figures.

Logically speaking, it was just a laugh, and he shouldn't have shown such a reaction as if he was facing an enemy.

However, Miya Castle could hear the huge malice in the laughter, which made people feel a strong sense of discomfort from the bottom of their hearts.

The laughter was cold, so unscrupulous, and seemed to be hidden in the shadows with pity for the poor and lowly.

"You were discovered so soon?"

This thought came to Miyajogo's mind.

But at this moment, faint footsteps suddenly came from the darkness.

He turned to look at the source of the sound. From the shadowed corner where the moonlight was not shining, a tall figure walked out and fell under the moonlight.

"The Blood Pond Clan?"

There was an inexplicable meaning in his tone, which made Miyagogo frown subconsciously, feeling like he was being treated as a prey.

It feels like a hunter out hunting rabbits and suddenly sees an unexpectedly good prey.

"It seems I'm very lucky today." He laughed and gently held the handle of the knife at his side.

In those lowered blue eyes, the handle of the knife lifted up pieces of blood-red mist, lingering in the light of the pulled out inch of the knife.

The blade glowing with cold light was so sharp that it tore through the silent night, breaking through the darkness and late night together to reveal the hidden murderous intention.

The next moment, only two coincident cracking sounds were heard.

Bang! !

The speed of both of them was pushed to the limit, and the stone slab below was stepped on and bulged. One side was holding a long knife, and the other was holding a short knife, and they swung at each other's vital points without mercy.

Miya Castle swung the long sword to deflect the short sword that was piercing the throat, and then slashed diagonally to cut the enemy in half from the neck.

But the moment he dropped the knife, a knife faster than him thrust straight in front of him.

The moment the blades struck each other, scorching sparks bloomed and splashed onto their cheeks.

They were both looking at each other, the only difference being their expressions.

One is smiling, the other is solemn.

"...Tsk."

Upon seeing this, Miya Castle couldn't help but smacked his lips, but the expression on his face remained solemn.

Another difficult guy.

The thought came to mind, and the long knife in his hand swung out again.

After wrestling for less than two seconds, the two separated again, and there was a sharp wind roar like a meat grinder, like the sharp teeth of a beast tearing into a ball.

Buzz! Buzz!

Within a breath of time, in Zhongji's peripheral vision.

The figures of the two men seemed to be transformed into a piece of black mist under the moonlight, and the sparks between the collision of the blades splashed down like rain.

His ears were filled with an explosion that was so intense that it made one's teeth hurt. The sound of the sword's edge rubbing against it was extremely sharp and harsh.

Poof! !

Suddenly, a little blood shot onto Zhongji's face.

The two figures suddenly stopped and appeared in the distance from Zhongji.

I saw three wounds opening from the corners of Miyajogo's eyes, neck, and front of his body.

In a few seconds and dozens of blows, he was struck at vital points three times, and each time he almost died under the short knife.

And now, the short knife fell on Miya Castle's right ear, already cutting his skin, but he held the blade firmly with the long knife, trying his best not to let it fall, so that a piece of his skin was not cut off. The whole ear.

But the blood still slowly gathered from the side of the cheek to the chin, and little by little dripped onto the feet, which were warm and moist.

"……who are you?"

Miyajogo's cheeks twitched slightly, and he said solemnly: "The Uzumaki clan does not have hair color like yours."

His swordsmanship was top-notch in the entire Kirigakure Village, and it was a long sword versus a short sword, but he was actually at a disadvantage in the first duel.

From the guy in front of him, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, and the murderous aura was like a bone-piercing blade.

"first meet."

Yun Chuan looked down at him condescendingly, pressing the short knife in his hand hard, a strange color gradually rising in his eyes, and said softly: "Unfortunately, I am not used to announcing my identity to dying people."

The Blood Pool clan, and the Blood Dragon Eye...

Miyajogo felt the stinging in his ears, and his face became a little more ferocious. He glanced at Zhongyoshi who was still cracking the code and said harshly: "Why do I feel that I am not the one who died today?"

The next moment, he suddenly exploded with strength and retreated to distance himself.

"Idiot! Now it's time to get serious!"

Miyajogo put the long sword into his waist and quickly formed seals with his hands. The blood under his feet seemed to be inspired, churning violently like boiling water and rushing towards him.

boom! !

Amidst the roaring sound of water, a monstrous curtain of blood rose into the sky, shooting straight into the sky from both sides of him, and blood-red light poured down from the sky and enveloped everything!

Several "blood snakes" spurted out. They spun in mid-air like waterspouts and began to twist and turn crazily in the sky.

The first part condensed into a ferocious dragon head, as if it had life and wisdom.

And on the raised dragon's head, Miya Castle stood on it, the pupils of his eyes were still dark, but the whites of his eyes were as scarlet as blood.

Blood flowed from his eyes and down his cheeks. Miya Castle's expression became ferocious and he roared: "Blood Dragon Technique!"

Roar! !

The blood-red dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and seemed to neigh. It swung its body made of blood and surged forward. Scarlet blood fell from the sky and bit down towards Yunchuan standing below!

The terrifying impact contained in the high-pressure water wave extended the cracks to dozens of meters on the road surface, and a large amount of water flooded the surroundings, swallowing everything in front of it like a tide!

"I really can't wait, what surprise can you give me!!"

Looking at the surging blood dragon, Yun Chuan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

He had a very strong premonition.

The people in front of him who have the "Blood Dragon Eye" and the "Blood Pool Clan" will definitely give him crucial abilities.

boom! !

The next moment, a stream of blood mist burst out from his body, instantly flooding the entire barrier square.

In the distance, even if the blood dragon cannot be seen from where they are, everyone can still see this terrifying blood mist.

It was like a blood flower blooming in the middle of the lake, with every petal showing a hint of scarlet.