Chapter 220 Miscalculation

What worries Daimaru is that the Suna Ninja's escape speed seems to be slower than Kakuzu and Hidan's, and the distance is gradually getting closer.

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

Hatake Kakashi's chakra amount is insufficient, but it is more than most ninjas, but it is far behind those physical monsters.

Kakuzu's speed was acceptable, Hidan was obviously a lot slower, but that was compared to other top jounin, chasing a few chuunin and genin was still very easy.

Daimaru looked at the people present, and found to his frustration that he was the fastest, and couldn't help but sigh.

"We can't wait any longer, let's go!"

Daimaru said to Gaara,

"Fix everyone as you did last time..."

"You mean, you want to fly again?"

Gaara's expression suddenly turned bad, and the others also had strange expressions on their faces.

"If you hesitate any longer, it will be too late..."

Daimaru looked back at Kakuzu and Hidan, and seemed to have no intention of giving up.

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

Even if there are six Sand Ninjas, as long as the enemy attacks with all their strength, they can be defeated in one confrontation.

Gaara was the only one who could barely survive two moves with them, followed by Daimaru. He could fight with his speed and short-term flying ability, but it was better not to count on the others.

In the primitive jungle of Kawa Country, there are too few places suitable for launching puppets and ghosts.

Gaara was still more capable, directly using the sand manipulation ninjutsu to change the terrain and create a flat area with a radius of tens of meters.

"Is it enough?"

"It's a little too big. Do you have enough chakra to waste it like this?"

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

"It's not me, the guy inside me is trying to take action..."

"I see!"

Daimaru, who nodded clearly, 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 couldn't help it immediately.

With such a helper who can occasionally help, you really don't need to worry about this chakra consumption.

Daimaru quickly took out the puppet Ghost, which he had not used for a long time, and got ready to take off.

Just when Daimaru was using the Ninjutsu to create several shadow clones, and was about to let Gaara help others enter the puppet activation, a long-handled Mitsuki Scythe with a red blade suddenly shot out from the distance.

With his eyes fixed, Gaara waved his right hand, and the wall of sand quickly rose from the ground, wrapping the Suna ninja group in the middle. Then the sand's giant hand clenched into a fist, and the bloody March Scythe flew backwards.

Just before the sand ninja had time to rejoice, a large black tentacle pierced the sand wall and struck in the direction where several people were standing.

Temari took off her three-star fan, waved it with all her strength, and used Wind Release: Kamaitachi.

The violent wind blade not only cut the sudden black tentacles into fine pieces, but also blew away the sand barrier in front of them.

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

His vision suddenly opened up, and two strange ninjas wearing black and red cloud god robes appeared in his eyes.

In the tornado raging from the wind blade, the two attackers were inevitably cut, but as if these "little troubles" did not exist, they strolled over with Temari's ninjutsu.

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

Daimaru raised his head and looked into the distance through his third eye. The place where Kakuzu and Hidan should have been was empty.

"Clone technique, or blinding technique?"

It seems that he still underestimated these two guys.

The arrogant Hidan may not be very fond of using his brain, but Kakuzu, who has lived for nearly ninety years, is definitely not an easy fool to deal with.

Daimaru casually picked up a few sections of cut blood vessels, and they felt real to the touch. It seemed that the ones here were genuine.

Controlling the sleeping White Zetsu clone in his body, Daimaru swallowed the vascular tentacles that were still squirming slightly. He looked in the direction of Kakuzu and Hidan, sighed and said:

"It's troublesome! I thought it was fast enough, but I didn't expect it was still a step too late..."

Temari, who tried her best to use her ninjutsu but 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 away early, you are courting death.

"With such a master, we have no chance of winning. What should we do?"

"Run away, what else can I do?"

Now that he had been caught up, Daimaru's anxious heart calmed down.

"Gaara, follow the plan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kankuro couldn't wait to shoot a batch of poisonous smoke bombs with his puppet. The continuous explosions raised black and gray smoke and enveloped Kakuzu and Hidan.

Yami and Sen entered 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 Wind Release and Gale Palm, preparing to activate the puppet ghost.

At this moment, a pitch-black spear shot out from the thick poisonous smoke and hit the last "shadow clone" guarding the front in the abdomen, causing blood to spatter.

The "Shadow Clone" that was hit did not show any doubts. He looked at the wound that was constantly bleeding out, gently stroked it with his palms, then put his hands on the ground, and the chakra spread.

Immediately, the door with the ferocious ghost face rose from the ground, blocking the puppet and ghost who was about to take off into the air.

Sure enough, the bloody March Scythes that followed came again and struck the psychic Rashomon, creating a deep gap, but it was not penetrated in the end.

The "shadow clone" that was pierced through the abdomen returned to its original appearance, and was quickly recovered by Daimaru. Immediately afterwards, a violent roar sounded, and the puppet ghost flew diagonally into the sky at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. More than ten seconds later Just disappeared from sight.

The sonic boom shock wave aroused when the puppet and ghost took off, shattered the shadow clone left by Daimaru and the psychic Rashomon, and also blew away the poisonous mist not far away, revealing the horn that was blocking the wind and sand with his arms. Both Miyako and Hidan.

"Hey... where are the people?"

Hidan stepped forward, looked at the large sand pit formed by the air shock wave, and asked Kakuzu confused.

"Ran!"

Kakuzu looked thoughtfully towards the direction where the chakra disappeared.

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

"Eh? You've worked so hard, how can you let it go like this? I clearly remember that the dark spear seemed to hit the enemy..."

As he spoke, Hidan calmly retrieved his treasured weapon, and sure enough, the dark spear was stained with a lot of bright red blood.

"Look! I'm just saying, there's no way there's nothing to gain..."

"You want to curse your enemies with rituals?"

"certainly!"

Hidan smiled proudly and licked the blood on the black spear with his tongue.

"You said it, let me have all the fun this time!"

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

"Don't worry too much, Kakuzu!"

Hidan slowly slit his wrist, drew Death Si Pingxue's curse seal pattern on the ground, and was about to prepare to use the secret technique.

"It doesn't matter whether those guys are powerful or not, as long as they understand the greatness of Lord Evil God!"

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

"Don't be so blunt! I'll try to be as quick as possible and won't keep you waiting..."

Hidan, who was becoming more and more crazy, transformed into a dark demon with a dark body and a pale face, and pierced his heart with a dark spear backhand!