Every time the host of Kongwu Temple punched, he felt heavy resistance.

Ten percent of the power was exerted, but after the force was released by the water waves, less than 60 percent remained.

As for Guijiao, 100% of his strength in the water can exert 120% of his power!

The kunai in his hand is like a shark's teeth, which can easily bite through the prey's body, leaving a trail of scars.

High-intensity fighting consumes huge amounts of oxygen.

The oxygen content in the blood of the abbot of Kongwu Temple was depleted at an alarming rate.

He began to show symptoms of hypoxia.

The fists wielded by the host of Kongwu Temple are no longer as strong and powerful as they were at the beginning, and his strength has obviously weakened.

Onigao was still not careless, but continued to imitate shark hunting patiently, constantly using the kunai in his hand to create new wounds, causing the prey to continue to lose blood.

One last hit to kill!

The monk's robe of the abbot of Kongwu Temple was torn into tattered strips by kunai. Under these strips were dense wounds, and blood was constantly spilling out.

Ghost intercourse does this on purpose.

He wants the abbot of Kongwu Temple to die slowly in the most painful way!

With the passage of a large amount of blood, the abbot of Kongwu Temple was no longer as majestic and arrogant as before, and he began to feel the biting cold.

That's...the taste of death!

The head of Kongwu Temple's facial features were twisted into a ball. He didn't want to die. He hadn't enjoyed enough.

He opened his mouth to beg for mercy and spat out a series of bubbles:

"I am willing to surrender, please spare my life!"

The ghost looked at the abbot of Kongwu Temple indifferently, unmoved.

"I know a lot of information. I know where the Yongdao family's money is. Aren't you asking for money? I can help you and spare my life!"

"Also, our Kongwu Temple also has a lot of money, don't kill me! Don't kill me!

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The shadow of death is constantly approaching, and the abbot of Kongwu Temple is huddled together with distorted facial features, and his tears and nose are flowing into the water.

"In the past, many people begged you for mercy like now, right?" Guijiao said in a cold voice.

"Those who are expelling people are not people, they are just expelling people!"

"Feel it," Guijiao said, not bothering to listen to his nonsense, "their pain at that time."

Onijiao's water avatar drew out his ninja sword, and the cold and sharp blade kept rising and falling.

Pieces of flesh and blood were chipped away.

The ghost traffic spirit brought out sharks, and these sharks surrounded the host under the control of the ghost traffic. Every time a piece of meat was cut off, they swallowed a piece.

Cruel?

Very cruel.

Guijiao's many years of ninja career have long ago annihilated many normal feelings for him.

He doesn't have much empathy and doesn't feel sad about the suffering of the outside world.

Sympathy and pity are luxurious, painful, and desperate for tools like them.

However, after seeing the 'great achievements' made by the abbot of Kongwu Temple and this group of nobles from the Kingdom of Water, Onijiao wanted to do something for the first time.

The death of a fox makes a rabbit sad, and an object hurts its own kind.

People in this country are not considered human beings.

It's just a tool, an animal.

In this case, let them all disappear.

Fortunately, he is very good at killing people.

This group of beasts must be killed!

The only difference is how to kill them.

Guijiao hopes that they can die in despair in the most painful way.

Their despair and wailing are the hymns to welcome the new world!

Guijiao stared indifferently at the tragic scene of the Master of Kongwu Temple being raped, and then his flesh and blood being eaten by sharks. He listened to the other party's shrill and frightening wailing, and waited very seriously.

This feeling of watching himself being 'eaten' completely destroyed the remaining sanity of the Master of Kongwu Temple.

He let out a scream that was not like that of a human being, and finally his eyes were opened, and his liver and gallbladder were split, and he was actually scared to death like this.

"It turns out that beasts like you can be scared." Guijiao commanded the shark to eat up the Master of Kongwu Temple, leaving only one head.

With this head, he can know the information he wants without the cooperation of the other party.

Kongwu Temple has accumulated the wealth of people from generation to generation.

'I almost forgot, there are still people from the Nagashima family to deal with.'

As long as it's a member of Nagashima's family, whether it's a slave, a master, or a baby, Onigao will show no mercy.

He is a tool.

Since it is a tool, just do the things that belong to the tool.

As for those who were killed by mistake...

After the ghosts clean the world, they will take the initiative to find them to atone for their sins.

'Without the consciousness of being killed, there is no qualification to kill. Hokage-sama, please use your wisdom to continue to guide me in the direction of progress.'

Guijiao released the magic of the waterfall, and the stagnant flood suddenly rumbled and receded along the large and small passages.

At the same time, it also took away all the filth in Yongdao's house.

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"Sir Nagashima, the floods have receded, the floods have receded!"

Nagashima Kirijuro lay on the roof in embarrassment, looking at the subsidence of Hong Ze with a lingering look. His racing heart finally calmed down a little: "These damn ninjas, monsters! They should not exist in this world.

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"Go and see who wins, and see if my useless descendants are still breathing."

Anyway, he has enough heirs, and he won't be heartbroken even if most of them die.

"Sir Nagashima, the master must have won. Your wisdom is still as good as before." The white-haired butler smiled flatteringly.

Nagashima Kirijuro doesn’t think the host of Kongiri Temple will lose.

He knows the strength of this host.

Even a Jonin is no match for him in a one-on-one situation!

"Okay, there's no need to say anything like this anymore," Nagashima Kirijuro ordered with a calm expression: "Hurry up and arrange for a few skilled servants to bring me the master's gift."

He was ready to greet the master.

After all, he still relies on the other party for his life-extending medicine.

There was a figure approaching in the diffuse water vapor.

Nagashima Kirijuro's eyesight was dim, and he always felt that there was some difference between this figure and the master of Kongwu Temple.

It seems to be taller.

'Is it because it's too far away?'

He suddenly felt a little uneasy: "Is this figure a master?"

The white-haired old housekeeper rubbed his eyes and looked hard:

"Master, we are too far away to see clearly..."

Before the remaining words were finished, the figure in the distance suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, the head of this evil slave who was behind the tiger flew into the sky, and blood gushed out like a spring, sprinkling Nagashima Kirijuro all over his body.
Chapter completed!