The tip of the sword dragged the floor, making a harsh friction and cutting sound. As Hitomi walked slowly, he looked at a group of warriors facing each other.
In the long and narrow corridor indoors, the paper doors on both sides were tightly closed, but this could not block Hitomi's sight.
Inside were four naked old men and a woman covered in mud.
Hitomi didn't look much, her angry eyes under the mask looked directly at the group of guarding warriors.
Compared with the rogue samurai in Flower Street, this group of samurai uniformly dressed look like everyone else.
But, disgusting.
Although it was said that they were just making a living, Tong had murderous intentions.
The killing intent is boiling, like water surging.
Even with the mask on, his emotions are clearly displayed.
Everyone felt the killing intent, which stung their skin like needles. They were under great mental pressure, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
The guy in front of me is a bit scary.
The sword on his shoulder was leaning against him, and drops of oozing blood were dripping along the blade.
He was wearing a hooded white robe, which was already covered in large amounts of blood, and was red and black in color.
Blood dripped on the hem of clothes and slowly fell to the floor. The ticking sound was mixed with the heavy breathing of everyone and the repressed echo.
Everything in front of me silently releases terrible psychological pressure.
Not to mention that the corridor behind this guy was like hell, with blood splattered on it.
The lying corpses strewn across the ground illustrate the horror of the people in front of them.
As Hitomi advanced, a large group of sword-wielding samurai retreated slowly in fear.
No one wants to die if they can live.
but……
"Ahhhhh!" A young samurai in his twenties trembled and screamed, running towards Hitomi quickly. His movements were not messed up as he moved, and he lived up to his years of hard training. The sword he raised was powerful.
It fell heavily and quickly.
The corridor can only be passed by four or five people, and there is not enough space to dodge. This is the most suitable terrain for swordsmen to fight.
He didn't use the secret sword, just simple sword skills. Hitomi moved his steps to dodge the blow, and quickly slashed with the sword.
The young head was thrown into the sky, and the headless corpse fell forward on its knees, blood spraying all over the ground.
Hitomi continued to walk forward slowly.
He lowered his head slightly, revealing a shadow-covered bird-shaped mask under the hood, with blood beads sliding off it.
"This guy!!!"
The warriors gasped heavily, and many of them began to shake violently.
Huge fear has already overwhelmed the body and mind.
But no one escaped.
Although their professions are different, Hitomi understands them, even though they are disgusting.
"The loyalty of a samurai?"
"It's so sad."
"You are with the wrong person."
"so……"
"Xinei!"
Hitomi's response was a killing cry from the samurai.
Roaring wildly, building up their momentum and courage, the warriors quickly charged forward with their swords raised and their faces ferocious and twisted.
Hitomi, on the other hand, hurried forward to greet him.
Swinging the sword, before the middle-aged samurai in front had time to react, a slash opened on his chest, and blood spurted out. When he rushed forward, Hitomi had already passed by to face the next person.
Then chop it off.
The young samurai reacted and tried to block it, but the man and his sword were split open. All that was left in front of him was a sharp and sharp sword light, and the swaying blood was like cherry blossoms.
What a beautiful sword skill...
Hitomi shuttled through the oncoming crowd, swiping her sword quickly left and right, moving in successive steps, ducking, turning around, moving, leaping up, and spinning in the air.
Snow-white sword lights flashed one after another in the crowd, accompanied by the blooming of blood and brief screams.
In less than ten seconds, Hitomi pierced through the crowd.
When he raised his hand to shake blood, the blood beads formed a row and hit the paper door on the side diagonally. The warriors behind him fell to the ground one after another.
Bodies were piled up in various directions.
In the spacious room, four old men looked at the bloodstains and silhouettes soaked on the paper door in trepidation under the ambiguous lights.
There are headless corpses sitting helplessly, bright red handprints slowly sliding down one after another, and...
The figure of the devil with the sword.
The paper door slowly opened, and the four people screamed like a broken gong.
They hugged each other tightly, their whole bodies shaking like chaff.
There was a bloody footprint on the clean tatami, followed closely by a second one.
Hitomi walked towards the house wordlessly.
The young woman, simply wrapped in some clothes, hid in the corner in fear.
She was very beautiful, but Hitomi didn't look at her.
His eyes were locked on the four people.
"Do you know who I am!?"
"I am a noble from the Land of Fire!!!"
"As long as I give the order!"
"You will face the endless pursuit of Konoha ninjas!!!"
When the man was about to continue talking, a fat man next to him slapped him in the face with great force.
He almost fainted and his body was swaying.
"I have a lot of money!!! What do you want!? I can give it to you!!!"
"Money? Power? Women? Men? Land?"
"It will be all right!!!"
"Your Excellency! Everything is easy to discuss!!!"
How disgusting...
Hitomi looked at the dead people, not wanting to say any unnecessary nonsense to them.
With a little step, he rushed forward like a ghost in an instant. These guys who usually enjoy themselves were no match for Hitomi. They just had time to widen their eyes and were slashed by Hitomi's sword one after another.
Cut in half.
This is a kind of torture.
Those who are cut in half will take a while to die painfully, during which they can only watch death slowly approaching.
They will suffer great mental torture before death.
Heartbreaking screams rang out in the room, and the four people cried out in fear, dragging half of their bodies and crawling slowly on the tatami in confusion.
I didn't look at these people again.
Hitomi shook her hand and her blood trembled, then sheathed the sword as quickly as lightning.
He turned to look at the beautiful woman in the corner and walked forward slowly.
The woman screamed in horror and huddled in the corner, looking at Hitomi with tearful eyes.
Hitomi stopped walking.
After a moment of silence, he said softly: "If you can run, leave here quickly. No one here can stop you from escaping."
After saying that, Hitomi turned and left.
The voice is that of a girl...
Is she here to save me?
After gradually understanding the situation, the woman shouted in panic: "Thank you!"
After a pause, Hitomi didn't look back, but just said: "Run quickly, run as far as you can, don't forget to bring money and inform your sisters."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.
Watching Hitomi leave quickly, he struggled to get up with his body weak due to fear.
What she has to do is not over yet.
The same goes for Hitomi.
This flower street is really too big.
One person is a little overwhelmed.
Should I also learn some useful ninjutsu or something?
For example, shadow clones.
Hitomi couldn't help but think of this kind of thing.
When the technique is used, there will be less regret.
However, the advice Mei Ji gave her was not to think too much and just focus on exercising.
Every time you advance a little bit, the increase in improvement under the Eight Door Dunjia is a huge gain.
I turned around and thought, a shadow clone is not suitable for me. It would be too extravagant to take half of the chakra from my body to create a clone that would break at the touch of a touch.
Moreover, his own swordsmanship consumes a lot of chakra.
There is no such margin.
With her white eyes open, Hitomi looked for targets indoors.
There is Meiji cleaning the streets, while Zhili is solving the problems that have slipped through the net, and his task is to clean the interior.
Quickly jump on the roof.
Then, Hitomi landed in front of a five-story flower building, the roof of which was on fire.
Standing at the main entrance, Hitomi raised her foot and kicked open the closed door.
Behind the door, the two boys who were holding the door fell to the ground and cried out in pain.
Ignore them.
Hitomi walked quickly along the stone path.
The two teenagers rubbed their butts delicately and did not dare to stop them.
This place is a bit special, there are not many girls, but there are surprisingly many men.
They are all quite beautiful.
For some reason, Hitomi thought of Beiliuhu and Orochimaru.