Zhilihui has many skills, all of which have extremely powerful attainments.
In particular, a few of them stand out.
Illusion, swordsmanship, ninjutsu, sealing.
However, there has always been a weak point. The techniques are separated from each other, unlike Miki, Tsunade, and Hitomi, who are integrated under one system.
When fighting, each technique basically fights on its own, and there is no joint effect where one plus one is greater than two.
This is natural. Even if you know thousands of ninjutsu, there are only a few that are commonly used. If you know too many ninjutsu, it will be more difficult to integrate them perfectly.
Over the past few years, Zhili has been trying to integrate his skills into one.
It's like sorting out the characteristics of fire escape and thunder escape to form a new escape technique with the characteristics of thunder and fire.
To put it simply, it is creating the limit of blood inheritance.
It's a little more difficult than imagined.
Among them, the combination of Yin escape and Fire escape and Thunder escape is Zhili's achievement, but it is not very satisfactory.
It is still an escape technique, following the characteristics of traditional escape techniques.
Release, range, power, and hit process.
Is there any way to get around these constraints?
Like a curse of cause and effect, there is no way to escape the spell of absolute hit.
Zhili found that he couldn't do it.
However, there have been some results.
A group of ninjas were fighting intensely. Kusagakure's ninjas retreated step by step, fighting and retreating. Konoha's ninjas pressed hard, but they couldn't take it down for a while.
These guys have a strong will to fight, like crazy trapped animals, desperately resisting.
Kunai flew messily between the two sides in the field, intertwined, and made a crisp clanging sound.
A series of sounds were like wind chimes swinging gently in the wind.
A gust of wind blew by, and at that moment, the heads of the Kusakuin in front of them started to fly together and left their bodies.
A flash of thunder suddenly lit up out of thin air, criss-crossing messily, but neatly etched on the neck of the ninja, and then the lightning gradually disappeared.
The sudden sight shocked the eyes of Konoha ninjas, and their bodies tensed up instinctively, as if they were standing still, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.
Heads were tumbling in the air, and their eyes were flashing in confusion. Their brains were still thinking, but they were a little unable to understand the situation at the moment.
The fact is simple, my head has moved.
A fountain of scarlet blood spurted out from the neck. The headless body, which maintained a fighting posture, lost the control of its brain and fell to the ground one after another losing its balance.
Thirty-six people were killed in this moment.
Then one by one, the heads were smashed to the ground, and blood flowed all over the ground and rolled randomly.
"Ah ba ba ba ba..." Some of the Konoha ninjas who witnessed it opened their mouths wide and let out meaningless moans.
These are thirty-six ninjas!
Not thirty-six chickens!
Even chickens!
It was killed too quickly!
A chill awakened deep in the bone marrow, jumped up to the forehead, and the scalp became numb.
In other words, I am the same as these chickens, and they are the same when slaughtered.
If it were me, would I really be able to escape this unexpected fatal blow?
Who did it!?
A group of butterflies emitting light blue light slowly emerged from the void, fluttering their wings and landing on the blood flowers on the ground. They seemed to be playing and flying among the flowers. They folded their wings and showed the kaleidoscope marks on their wings.
Looking from the side, the pairs of folded wings are like pairs of Uchiha's eyes, staring coldly at the scene in front of them.
"The Tyrant of Flowers..."
Someone understands who did it.
He groaned and shouted out that title.
Everyone understood one after another, followed by a sense of peace of mind, and their tense bodies relaxed.
It's good that they are not enemies, otherwise it would be too scary.
"There's something wrong with these butterflies!"
Anyone who is not blind can see it.
"The wings seem to be engraved with the mark of the Flying Thunder God."
"No, these butterflies..."
"It's a shadow clone!" A ninja exclaimed: "With such a shadow clone, such terrifying control power, and the same chakra, the number of butterfly shadow clones that can be separated will be very terrifying."
"It's not a shadow clone, it's already very fragile. Can such a fragile butterfly really be used?"
After all, you get what you pay for, and chakra will never lie.
"I have no idea."
"Do you Uchiha understand?" someone asked.
The Uchiha brother shook his head in confusion and said hesitantly: "It's not a shadow clone. It looks a bit like an illusion."
As he spoke, the butterflies in the field shattered into light blue chakra light spots one after another.
This time it really disappeared.
The chakra reserves have been exhausted.
Just flying doesn't consume much, the main cost is maintaining the illusion and hiding one's body shape.
Normal ninjas would not let these suspicious butterflies get close to them, and their flying speed is not very fast.
And the harvest continues.
Harvest of heads.
The thunderous lightning flashed in the blink of an eye, and then the heads that couldn't react were flying into the air.
Accurately cut one by one, never cutting in other places. A moment of kindness ends the pain and ends the short life in a moment.
Under the efficient battlefield harvest, the Kusagakure ninja collapsed.
The ruthless executioner who comes and goes without a trace is hidden in the darkness.
Eternal death can come at any time.
Everyone who witnessed Kusanagi stood on his head with chills and was horrified. Under the huge psychological pressure, he broke down and cried bitterly one after another. He dropped his weapons and desperately fled the battlefield where death came.
If no one can stop her from killing, then she can only escape.
In just about ten minutes, the final battle was over.
Kusagakure surrendered, the situation was over, and the white flag was raised under the instruction of the higher-ups.
The village fell into a dead silence. No one could take up arms to resist and collapsed on the ground in despair.
If we pray for peace, Konoha will give us charity and forgive us.
No problem, the Third Hokage is a good old man.
Konoha still needs us to resist Iwagakure.
Then, I dare to do it next time.
The huge door was violently blasted open by ninjas. In the spacious and luxurious hall, a few senior Kusagakure officials wearing animal hoods were sitting sparsely.
The whole body was spotless, and the leading white-haired figure stepped into the room. It seemed that he was not involved in the fierce battle. He looked at everyone in the room with cold eyes. In his eyes, the clover mark rotated quietly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Behind the high collar of the Uchiha Dark Clan uniform, the conspicuous Uchiha Clan emblem silently shows arrogance.
Under a pair of pure white socks, red-banded wooden clogs stepped on the wooden board, making a dull sound. A pair of straight and slender porcelain white legs moved towards the room and stood still.
Behind him, a group of ninjas followed coldly and silently, quickly dodged to occupy various positions, controlled the scene, and drew out their ninja swords and held them against the Kusagakure people who did not resist.
The man wearing a horse head stood up, walked slowly not far in front of Zhili, bent his knees, and knelt down humbly on the ground.
The Konoha ninja hesitated for a moment, did not stop the man's move, and looked on guard.
"Sir, Kusanagi expresses his eternal surrender to Konoha..."
"Please, spare our lives."
These were the senior officials of Kusagakure. Seeing that they could not be defeated, many of them took advantage of the chaos on the battlefield and ran away.
Slightly lowering his head to look down at the horse-headed man, Zhili raised his kick and hit the horse-headed man on the cheek.
"It's a little too late."
The horse-headed figure flew away, rolled awkwardly, hit the wall and stopped.
"Sir! The people in the village are innocent! Please forgive our ignorance!"
The horse-headed man climbed up, his old voice trembling and crying, and crawled in embarrassment to Zhili's feet. He kept kowtowing heavily, his forehead was broken, and blood soaked the wooden board in a long stream.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! We shouldn't have attacked the ninjas of Konoha! Please forgive us! Please!"
Lift one foot and put it on the top of the horse's head, and step down hard.
"Surrender?"
"How naive."
The horse's head and face were pressed against the wooden board, causing pain.
"forgive?"
"ridiculous."
I dare not resist and beg for forgiveness. No matter who it is, they will be soft-hearted if they see us in such misery and sincerity.
"I reject."
"At this moment, Kusanagi becomes history."
The eyes of the senior Kusakure present were shaking violently, and their whole bodies were stiff.
Maybe they still have some conscience and affection for the village, and they don't simply flee like some people who care about their own lives.
But, so what.
If you do it, you have to pay the price.
"Repent to the dead..."
"In hell."
When he retracted his foot, Zhili threw it out hard.
In the loud noise, bones shattered, and the horse's head flew into the air and was embedded in the side wall.
This time, he couldn't get up again.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and he was not far from death.
Jiri made a bloody neck-wiping gesture towards the Konoha ninja, his pretty face as cold as ice.
"Leave no one behind."
Turn around and leave simply.
The door was not closed, and cries for mercy could be heard.
The Konoha ninjas slowly raised their ninja swords.
Next, there is a raid on Ghost Lantern City Prison.
Jiri left some ninjas to control Kusakure Village and immediately led the team to leave.