Chapter 226

The sun was gradually setting, and the battle was coming to an end.

The ninjutsu on the battlefield had come to an end, and it gradually evolved into a confrontation of physical skills.

Masahiko had no time to care about the situation of the three disciples. In the face of Madara's attack, Masahiko's cultivation in physical skills was far from enough.

"Alas … if I had practiced physical skills earlier …" Masahiko sighed in his heart.

It was thanks to Hitomi Arai that he could barely persist in Madara's physical skills, and Madara was not in the best state because of his eye problems.

Although facing a crisis, Masahiko was not too anxious, because the surrounding environment gradually overlapped with the scene in his heart.

In the distance, Izuna Uchiha was forced into a disadvantage by Tokuma, because Tokuma was holding the sword of the God of Thunder that Masahiko made for him, which broke Izuna's sword.

In desperation, Izuna could only use the Genjutsu with the Sharingan that had been overloaded. While Tokuma was stunned, she kicked Tokuma away.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Tokuma faced the fireball and printed with both hands. "Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"

The collision of fire and water turned into steam that filled the sky. It was like the Fog Concealment Technique, completely obscuring one's vision.

Tokuma took the opportunity to throw a few kunai, but it was clearly seen by the Sharingan.

Izuna Uchiha snorted. "Curse yourself for not having a Sharingan …" She dodged the kunai, but found that the last kunai had some strange symbols.

"Flying Thunder God!" Tokuma's shout spread throughout the battlefield.

"Sure enough, it's indeed this battle …" Masahiko murmured. "It's over …"

On the opposite side of Masahiko, Madara didn't care to attack again, he held Izana who was about to fall.

When Masahiko saw that the plot was finally back on track, he sat on the ground regardless of his image. As for what Madara and Izuna said, he had completely ignored it.

"Even if I'm not yet a jonin, I have never encountered such a dangerous situation. If I'm 10 minutes late, I may die …"

Masahiko shook his head and smiled bitterly. "In the past, when I faced people who were stronger than me, I was able to escape with my perception, this time …"

Thinking of this, Masahiko was surprised to find that Madara in the distance actually launched an attack on Tokuma.

"By the way, Hashirama is not here, Madara will not stop …" Masayama was anxious and was about to get up and help Tobirama.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the battlefield. "Wood Release: Wood Wall!"

"Phew … it's really over this time." Masahiko raised his buttocks and fell down again. Zhu Jian's silly voice was like a sound of nature to him.

Masahiko sat on the battlefield and watched Uchiha give up resistance, watched Zhu Jian quarrel with Tokuma, watched Uchiha Madara help Izuna to evacuate from the battlefield …

"Sure enough, even with such a big advantage, Zhu Jian still let Madara go. Now the plot is finally back on track …"

Masahiko thought about it carefully. Where did the change in the plot come from, so that he had such a big crisis.

"Is it just because I learned Senjutsu early?" Masahiko murmured. "I hope he can give me an explanation …" Masahiko looked at Senshoku Tenyu, who was in a coma behind Zhu Jian.

Zhu Jian and Tokuma ended their quarrel and came to Masahiko's side.

"Grandpa, thanks to you this time, Tokuma said … Are you okay!"

Masahiko shook his head and teased. "I'm fine, I won't die for a while …" Instead of explaining his appearance, he asked, "What happened to Senshoku Tenyu?"

Zhu Jian was also confused. "Tenyu … is crazy. He suddenly attacked me on the road and kept saying that he was a member of the Uchiha family."

"But that's impossible. His parents are Senshoku people, and he hasn't been acting strange these years. But I checked and didn't find that he was under the Genjutsu. "

Masahiko was shocked, the Genjutsu can change people's will. "Kotoamatsukami?!"

Zhu Jian hurriedly asked, "What is Kotoamatsukami?"

"No, it's fine, it can't be Kotoamatsukami," Masahiko replied, a thoughtful expression on his face. In this era, if the Uchiha family could use Kotoamatsukami, they would use it on Zhu Jian and end the Sengoku Warring States period. It was impossible to use it on Senshoku Tenyu.

In a trance, Masahiko thought back to five years ago in Daimyo's residence. He saw something that caught his attention. One of the small clans that attended the banquet looked like the Pommel Horse Clan, and Pommel Horse was an original story in the anime. Masahiko always thought he was seeing things.

"Zhu Jian, have you heard of the Pommel Horse Clan?"

Zhu Jian pondered. "I think I've heard of the Pommel Horse Clan in the west of the Fire Nation. They live in seclusion, and their clansmen are generally not strong."

"I knew it." Masahiko sighed and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He always thought that he was the one who changed the plot, but now he realized that this bitter battle was really undeserved. "Original animation team! Even you guys are messing with me … "

Masahiko looked at Zhu Jian and explained, "This clan isn't strong, and they specialize in illusions. However, every few years, a clan member will awaken a unique bloodline and be able to control other people's five senses. "

Zhu Jian suddenly understood. "Is Tenyu under this spell? Second Grandpa, do you have a way to break it? "

Masahiko shook his head. "This kind of bloodline illusion can only be broken by the caster. I'm afraid you'll have to go personally. It'll be difficult for the others to not be affected by their illusion. "

Zhu Jian nodded, indicating that he understood. At this time, Tokuma walked over and glared at his brother.

"Big Brother, we lost more than 500 clansmen this time. About 1000 clansmen are slightly injured, and dozens are heavily injured. I'm afraid they won't make it back to the clan …"

As he spoke, he glanced at Masahiko. "Second Grandpa, your three disciples are fine, just slightly injured. Don't worry …"

Masahiko heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, he froze. Why did it sound like Tokuma was telling him to go in peace …

Masahiko stood up and bit his finger. "Psychic Art!" He summoned a giant slug.

"My Chakra has recovered a little. Let the heavily injured Senshoku clansmen come to me. They should be able to be saved."

Tokuma was touched and glared at Zhu Jian. "Big Brother, Second Grandpa looks more like a Senshoku clan leader than you do!"

Zhu Jian smiled embarrassedly. This time, he was really in the wrong. He could only smile and face Tokuma's accusations.

The two arranged for the clansmen to carry the heavily injured to Masahiko. Masahiko glanced at them and nodded at the slug. The giant slug broke down into smaller slugs and healed all the injured at the same time.

Five minutes later, Masahiko released the psychic art with a face full of fatigue. This time, his Chakra was really exhausted.

Looking up, he saw Zhu Jian, Tokuma, and his three disciples surrounding him. Their eyes were filled with tears. Masahiko's mouth twitched. "Why does it feel like a farewell? Should I lie down?"

At this thought, his vision suddenly turned black and he really collapsed. He heard the last few voices before he fainted.

"Second Grandpa!" 2

"Teacher!" 3