What worried Daimaru was that the speed of Sanini escape seemed to be slower than Kagudo and Hida, and the distance was gradually narrowed.

This is a crush of comprehensive strength, and the gap is too big.

Hatano Kakashi's chakra amount is insufficient, but it is also more than most ninjas, but it is much worse than those physical monsters.

The speed of Kakuto is quite good, and the Hidden is obviously much slower, but compared with other top ninjas, it is still very relaxing to chase a few hindrances.

Daimaru looked at the people present and found helplessly that he was the one who was the fastest, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Can't wait any longer, leave now!"

Daimaru said to Gaara,

"Fix everyone as they were last time..."

"You mean, you want to fly again?"

Gaara's face turned bad in an instant, and the others also showed strange looks.

"It's too late to hesitate..."

Daimaru looked back at Kakuto and Hidao, and seemed to have no intention of giving up.

"Find an open area without any cover and prepare..."

Even if there are six people in the Sagnin, as long as the enemy takes all his strength, he can defeat him in one encounter.

Gaara is the only one who can barely compete with them for two moves, followed by Daimaru. He can get involved with his speed and short-term flight ability, so it is better for others not to expect.

In the primitive jungle of the Kingdom of Sichuan, there are too few places suitable for the launch of puppet ghosts.

Gaara is more capable, and directly used sand-killing ninja to change the terrain, creating a flat area of ​​dozens of meters in radius.

"Is it enough?"

"It's a little too big, can your chacrado be so wasteful?"

Daimaru looked at Gaara who was exerting too much force and couldn't help asking.

"It's not me, that guy in his body is rushing to take action..."

"I see!"

Damaru, who nodded in a clear way, almost forgot that there was a "flying enthusiast" in this little brother-in-law. When he heard that he had the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying, he immediately couldn't help it.

With such an occasional help, I really don’t need to pay attention to the consumption of chakra.

Daimaru quickly took out the puppet ghost that he hadn't used for a long time and was ready to take off.

Just as Daimaru used ninjutsu and divided several shadow clones into it, preparing to let Gaara help others enter the puppet to start, a long-handled Marchiosae with a red bladed body suddenly shot up in the distance.

Gaara, whose eyes were fixed, waved his right hand, and the sand wall quickly rose up, wrapping the Sagnin and his group in the middle. Then, the sand giant hand clenched into a fist, and blasted the bloody March sickle backwards.

Just when the Sand Ninja was not at ease, a large area of ​​dark tentacles pierced the sand wall and rushed towards the direction where the few people were standing.

Temari untied the three-star fan, waved it hard, and used the Wind Escape and Scythei.

The violent wind blade not only cut the sudden black tentacle into fine pieces of wreckage, but also blew away the sand in front of him.

The powerful wind escape swept forward, sweeping away a piece of trees and bushes in the distance.

His eyes suddenly opened, and two strange ninjas wearing black-bottomed red cloud god robe appeared in their eyes.

In the tornado of the wind blade, the two attackers were inevitably cut, but just like these "little troubles" did not exist, they walked in Temari's ninjutsu.

"How could it be so fast? It's still there..."

Daimaru looked up and looked into the distance through his third eye. The location where Kakuto and Hida were supposed to exist was already empty.

"A clone technique or a trick?"

It seems that I underestimated these two guys.

The arrogant Hida may not like to use her brains, but Kazuto, who has lived for nearly ninety years, is definitely not an easy idiot to deal with.

Daimaru picked up several sections of the cut blood vessels of the Earth. The touch was real. It seemed that the one here was the real one.

Manipulating the sleeping clone in his body, swallowing the blood vessel tentacles that were still slightly squirming, Damaru looked in the direction of Kaoru and Hidao, and sighed and said:

"It's a problem! I think it's fast enough, but I didn't expect it to be a step late..."

Temari, who performed his ninjutsu with all his strength, was almost ignored, finally realized where the urgency in Daimaru's previous words came from.

When encountering such a difficult opponent, if you don’t run early, you are looking for death.

"We have no chance of winning with such experts at all, what should we do?"

"Run, what else can I do?"

Since he had been caught up, Daimaru's nervous heart calmed down.

"Gaara, act according to the plan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kankuro couldn't wait to shoot a batch of poisonous smoke cartridges with his puppet, and burst into black and gray smoke, wrapping Koto and Hida.

Yeme and Chihi enter the Puppet Ghost in turn, followed by Temari and Kankuro, and finally Gaara.

Later, Daimaru entered the cockpit, and the four Shadow clones began to use the Wind Escape and Fierce Wind Palm, preparing to activate the Puppet Ghost.

At this moment, a pitch-black spear shot out from the strong poisonous smoke and hit the abdomen of the last "shadow clone" guarding in front, and blood splattered.

The "shadow clone" hit showed no doubt, and looked at the wound that was constantly bleeding, gently stroked his palms, and then supported the ground with both hands, and the chakra spread.

Immediately, the door with a ferocious ghost face rose from the ground, blocking the puppet and ghost that was about to rise to the sky behind.

Sure enough, the bloody March sickle that followed flew again, slashing on the psychic Rashomon, cutting a deep gap, but it was not penetrated.

The "shadow clone" that was pierced through the abdomen turned back to its original appearance and was quickly recovered by Damaru. Then, a violent rumbling sounded, and the puppet ghost flew to the sky at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. After more than ten seconds, it disappeared from the end of its sight.

The sonic blast wave aroused when the puppet ghost emerged from the sky shattered the shadow clone and the psychic Rashomon left by Daimaru, and also blew away the poisonous fog not far away, revealing the horns and Hidao that used their arms to block the wind and sand.

"Huh...where are people?"

Hiduan stepped forward and looked at the large sand pit that was exploded by the air shock wave, and asked questions at Koudu in a daze.

"Run!"

Kaoru looked thoughtfully in the direction where Chakra disappeared,

"We can't catch up, let's go back!"

"Hey? Thank you for a hard time, how can you just forget it? I clearly remember that the dark spear seemed to hit the enemy..."

As he spoke, Hiduan slowly retrieved his treasured weapon. Sure enough, a lot of red blood stains were stained on the black spear.

"Look! I just said it, it's impossible to get nothing..."

"You want to curse the enemy with ritual?"

"certainly!"

Hiduan smiled smugly and licked the blood on the black spear with his tongue.

"You said it, let me enjoy it this time!"

"Can you satisfy such a waste? Or do you want me to wait for you here for at least half an hour?"

"Don't worry too much, Koudu!"

Hidun slowly cut open his wrist and drew the blood-relief curse array pattern on the ground, so he was about to prepare to perform the secret technique.

"It doesn't matter whether those guys are powerful or not. As long as you can understand the greatness of Lord Evil God!"

"You just want to feel the pain and fear of death, right?"

"Don't be so straightforward! I'll try to be faster and won't let you wait for a long time..."
Chapter completed!