Konoha: From meeting Kaguya Otsutsuki

The ninja on the daimyo's side was stunned.

"Did you fall in by accident?"

"Pity……"

"This guy is more reckless than me!" Feiduan's thoughts were completely different from theirs, and he sighed.

Seeing Kakuzu's strange look, he shrugged and continued to say nonchalantly: "Don't worry, he won't die so easily. After all, he is the one that woman likes."

Kakuzu couldn't help but narrow his eyes, trying to see clearly what would happen next.

Seeing Yang Xi voluntarily accept death, the Sarutobi people were shocked but also a little amused.

"What is this kid doing..."

"Is he trying to frame us and have the Hyuga clan hunt us down?"

"Huh? Is he that important?"

Just as they were joking, someone suddenly noticed that the figure in the sea of ​​fire was becoming clearer and clearer.

Kakuzu also discovered that the lightning release he released was actually weakening significantly.

At this time, some people were surprised to see that the flames automatically made way for Yang Xi.

"Could it be that he was not consumed by the flames, but that the flames were split by him?"

"Hidan, what's going on?" Kakuzu asked Hidan again, hoping to get a clear answer from him.

"How should I know?" Feiduan said unhappily.

Although he had previously guessed that Yang Xi would be much stronger than him, now seeing his strange behavior made Feiduan feel a little discouraged.

Konoha, Tsunade, Hyuga Yoki, and that woman, no one knows when they can escape from the control of these people.

At this moment, Kakuzu recalled the scene in which Tendo Pain had fought before, and a bright light flashed in his mind.

"A bit like Shinra Tensei," he muttered.

Everyone present was a little confused. Thinking that Yang Xi was a ninja from Konoha and might be here to help, Hidan, Kakuzu and the ninjas under the daimyo temporarily stopped releasing ninjutsu.

The Sarutobi people felt it was strange, but also a little scared, so they increased their strength and cast even more ninjutsu.

Wind Escape and Fire Escape, these originally ferocious moves, inexplicably became much tamer once they got close to Yang Xi.

He stood quietly in the center, the flames around him became dimmer and dimmer, and his figure became clearer and clearer in everyone's eyes.

Someone suddenly had an idea and threw a Yellow Spring Swamp at him, trying to trap him in it. Yang Xi manipulated the repulsive force to keep his body suspended in the air.

"It seems that there are no other moves?" Standing in the air, Yang Xi's cold voice reached everyone's ears.

"Sure enough, they are similar." Kakuzu said to himself.

His hands were covered with green chakra, and a green ball of light shot out from Yang Xi's palm, just like a beam of light shooting into the sea of ​​fire that separated the two groups of people.

The ball of light seemed to have some kind of attraction, and all the flames were absorbed by it. Then, the ball of light dissipated and everything returned to normal.

There was no longer any obstruction to the view in front of Feiduan and the others, and the stunned and terrified expressions of the Sarutobi people were clearly seen by them.

Kakuzu narrowed his eyes and felt fearful. It seemed that the strange ball of light just now was very effective against him... Was it absorbing ninjutsu?

"What are you all still standing there for?"

After hearing Yang Xi's words, the ninjas finally reacted, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the Sarutobi people on the opposite side.

They didn't think too much about it. Since the Sarutobi clan's large-scale escape techniques were ineffective, they would not have any advantage.

On the contrary, the Sarutobi people were in a panic. Although Yang Xi did not make any strange movements again, the strangeness he had just shown still made them frightened.

Moreover, they couldn't think of a way to deal with it for a while.

The morale of one side is high, while the morale of the other side has dropped sharply.

The ninjas on the daimyo's side had no worries and became more courageous as the battle went on.

"Kill these traitorous ninjas!"

"Aren't you going to help?" Seeing that Hidan and Kakuzu were unmoved, Yang Xi fell from the air and asked.

"That's not necessary." Feidan said.

"The result is already obvious." Kakuzu said.

Even if the daimyo side loses, with the two of them around, they can change the situation at any time.

At this moment, a staggering figure rushed over.

After defeating the three ninjas, Asuma didn't find the Daimyo, so he decided to come here to help.

At this time, the ground was covered with blood and many corpses were lying on the ground.

Asuma took a quick look and saw that the bodies of the Sarutobi clan were more than the daimyo's guards, and the clan members were being beaten.

He looked fiercely towards Feidan and the other two.

Are these two people so powerful?

In his heart, he didn't think his own people were inferior to the daimyo's men.

After all, they have served the ninja village and have been through many battles, so they always have to face enemies.

As for the daimyo's subordinates, except in some emergency situations, they rarely faced life-and-death battles.

Sniffing the bloody smell in the air comfortably, Feiduan showed a happy expression on his face.

He looked at Asuma who was bleeding, couldn't help licking his lips, and walked forward.

"Leave that guy to me, otherwise this trip will be too boring."

Before he finished speaking, the bloody March sickle in his hand flew out at a strange angle.

With a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere.

Asuma held the chakra knife Feiyan in both hands and blocked the peculiarly shaped sickle.

"Tsk." With regret, Feiduan pulled back the Bloody March Scythe, ran quickly towards Asuma, waving the weapon in his hand.

As he approached, each time he teleported, he would jog a few steps, then teleport again, making it difficult for Asuma to determine which direction he would appear next.

"This must have been learned under Akai's guidance." Seeing this scene, Yang Xi sighed with a smile.

Scythes were swung at him from all directions, and Asuma was cautious, careful not to get hurt.

During the time when the Sarutobi clan and Hidan were in conflict.

They had some understanding of Hidan's abilities, and it seemed to be related to blood.

They even knew the structure of the sickle in Feidan's hand.

As for the deeper levels, it is difficult for them to know.

After all, those who knew are already dead.

"Hidan, can you do this? Do you need help?" Kakuzu said in a strange voice, deliberately provoking him.

In the past few days, he had seen Feidan's way of killing people with blood, and Kakuzu was quite disgusted with it, especially because Feidan would pray for thirty minutes after each killing.

This kind of time-wasting behavior is difficult to understand for Kakuzu, who regards time as money.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to go and see the Evil God obediently?"

Hidan was very angry at being looked down upon by Kakuzu.

Asuma was delighted to find that his attacks were becoming even more disorganized. He took advantage of the gap to dodge and quickly formed seals with his cheeks puffed up.

"Fire Style: Ash Burning."

Hot grey smoke gushed out of his mouth, drowning Feidan's figure.

Asuma was relieved when the man didn't escape in time and just waited for the next explosion to kill Hidan.

"Cough, cough, cough... Smoker, are these the cigarettes you smoked?"

A coughing and complaining sound reached his ears, and Asuma's eyes widened.

Feiduan was already covered in dust and dirt, with his upper body clothes thrown on the ground, and he walked out from the area covered in cigarette ash.

Asuma was very confused. This guy clearly had traces of burns on his body, but why was he not hurt at all? Not even a drop of blood was shed.

"It's impossible to hide from this close."

Feiduan laughed triumphantly and stabbed the red sickle into Ashima's stomach. Seeing the blood on it, Feiduan pulled it out with great force with satisfaction.

"Puff..." Blood splattered from the wound and blood gushed out of Asuma's mouth.

At the same time, the explosion he had just been expecting began, and the endless sound continued.

The explosion did not hurt anyone. At this moment, it was like a salute to celebrate Hidan.

Asuma smiled bitterly.

Picking up his clothes, Feidan moved back a dozen meters in an instant. Then he licked the tip of the sickle, which was covered with Asuma's blood that he had just collected.

Then, he took out his other weapon, a retractable black spear.

The spear stretched out and pierced into his body, and blood flowed onto the ground drop by drop.

"Huh ha ha ha..."

Feiduan laughed strangely and used his own blood to draw a formation of a circle and a triangle.

Asma was very familiar with this pattern. Most of the scenes where the tribesmen died would have similar traces.

However, he still didn't understand what the purpose of this pattern was.

In an instant, Feidan's skin color changed significantly. Yang Xi suddenly had an idea and asked him, "Feidan, how many people can you deal with at once with this ability?"

"How could I possibly tell you this kind of thing?" Feiduan said coldly.

"Okay, take your time." Yang Xi didn't care about his attitude and left.

If his curse could be used against many at once, as long as it was used properly and enough blood was collected, it might be able to threaten the lives of all mankind.

However, Yang Xi estimated that it should be just a one-on-one fight and not such a bug. Otherwise, with Feiduan's flamboyant and ostentatious personality, it would be impossible for him not to use it.

"Where should we start?" After Yang Xi left, Feiduan turned the spear in his hand and looked at Asuma opposite him with interest.

Asuma couldn't figure out the specific situation. Although Feidan looked very creepy now, he still didn't give up the idea of ​​resisting.

He touched the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and injected wind-style chakra into the flying swallow in his hand.

As if shrouded in a layer of faint blue light, Feiyan became sharper.

Asuma rushed forward, swinging his flying swallow and slashing.

Hidan stood there without any defense, the smile on his face became even more evil, "Great, your death is up to you!"

……

On the other side, Yang Xi returned to where the Daimyo was.

"Your Highness, it's over," he said.

"Great."

The three of them set out together, with White Zetsu walking silently at the end, and then he fell behind and disappeared without the Daimyo noticing.

As they got closer and closer to the battle, the disgusting smell of blood kept entering their noses. The daimyo frowned and covered his mouth and nose with disgust.

He looked at the corpses on the ground, then returned his gaze to the group of people fighting.

"It's not over yet." He pulled Yang Xi's arm and hid behind him.

This action was completely instinctive on his part.

The spirit ball implanted in his body by Yang Xi can control his thoughts and actions.

If he is given an order, he will follow it first. If not, he will still act on instinct.

"It will all be over when Asuma dies," Yang Xi said calmly, glancing in the direction of Hidan.

Where the two men were fighting, a mouthful of blood gushed out of Asuma's mouth. His face was full of disbelief and his eyes were filled with despair.

He had injured Hidan's neck just now, but he himself also felt the same pain and hurt.

It was as if someone had also made such an attack on him.

He had a vague guess.