The Lost Clan of Naruto

Because to maintain the stability of a new force, the leader of the original force must be eliminated.

This is a very simple truth, and the sin they sit down.It is enough for them to get such punishment.

A swish sound sounded.

The Qingquan sword was stained with some different blood.

In this way, the forces that controlled the carp village were destroyed.

But Uzumaki Zhishu did not show a relaxed expression on his face. He knew that his purpose of coming this time was not so simple as so far.

He still has to do something.

He wanted to let these Dai Er's subordinates know who destroyed this power and imprint his image in their hearts.

You must establish a certain prestige here, even if you cannot have the power here, you must leave your own traces.

Thinking of this, Uzumaki Zhishu cut off Dai Er's head, and blood splashed on his hands, still a little warm.

Even though he has killed a lot of people, doing such a thing still makes him a little sick.

When the white fat and blood in the neck are mixed, this feeling is raised to a higher level.

But he still resisted.

"If you want to establish prestige in the army, an inferior man is not qualified."

Uzumaki Zhishu said to himself.

When Qingquan Sword completely separated Dai Er's head from his body, Uzumaki Zhishu clenched his hair bun and walked outside holding this head.

He was going to the center of this small stronghold. He vaguely remembered that there was a huge electric light.

It's just not open now.

But it should also be the place where Dai Er called these men to talk about things in normal times.

Although this place is a little rudimentary, it is necessary to have such a place.

Only at this time, it was cheaper than Uzumaki Zhishu.

Whirlpool Zhishu raised Dai Er's head in his right hand, walked to this place and turned on that huge lamp.

The dazzling light suddenly lit up, and for a moment it even gave people a feeling of daylight.

Zhishu Uzumaki looked around and found that there was something like a war drum standing up.

Bang!

Uzumaki Zhishu made a seal, and suddenly a shadow clone appeared beside him.

Immediately afterwards, his shadow clone picked up the drum and beat it.

The sound of dong dong resounded in this stronghold instantly, and the sound of drums seemed to shake the village.

"What happened here!"

"Is there another task?"

"Hurry up and pack things and prepare for battle!"

Almost as soon as the drums rang, all the people in this stronghold moved.

Even though their usual lives seem extremely undisciplined, this is a consistent feature of being thieves.

But after hearing the drums, they seemed to be a different person.

At this moment, they all seem to be an elite division.

Chengcheng's metal sound kept ringing, and everyone was checking their equipment.

However, the people who have checked the equipment have already ran out in strides, gathering towards the center of the stronghold.

"At this time, the boss summoned us suddenly, which seems to be a very hidden task."

"It looks like someone will suffer again."

The young generations of these carp villages, the strong combatants, all showed fanatical joy on their faces.

Under Dai Er's thoughts, they all became particularly addicted to war.

Moreover, the victories in many battles and the wealth of wealth that can be obtained after the victory made them incredibly cheerful.

Even when they thought of this, the steps they ran over couldn't help but take them faster and bigger.

but

Suddenly the scene before him shocked everyone who rushed to the center.

They all stood there, staring at the most central position in horror.

The head of their boss was carried by a child.On the other side, the child's clone was still beating the drum.

"How is this possible? How could the boss die?"

"Did Harada do it? Shameful villain!"

"Asshole! Who are you?"

More and more Dai Er's subordinates rushed here, they were originally full of expectation to go to a battle that made them happy.

But the scene before them horrified them.

As the man they admire most, he has now been decapitated and taken into the hands of a red-haired boy!

But the power exuded by that young man was like a beast waiting to be preyed.

Make people afraid to approach

I can only curse and guess around.

Suddenly, when no one came back, the bell gradually stopped.

The red-haired child also stopped closing his eyes and rested.He hadn't even seen them directly before.

But it was the kind of power that no one of them dared to come forward first.

Uzumaki Zhishu held his Qingquan Sword and looked at the people in front of him.