"Who! Who dares to invade my Blood-Robed Pavilion? " Aoki was also awakened by the sounds of battle outside his door. He hadn't experienced such a large scale battle for a long time. Most of the people in the headquarters of Blood-Robed Pavilion were disciples of Aoki Altar, and he had watched them grow up. Aoki looked at his nephews and nephews lying in a pool of blood one by one, and his sad voice resounded through the nine heavens.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! You people, I will let you see the power of Blood-Robed Pavilion! "
Holding a huge dragon-head wooden staff in his hand, Aoki also joined the battle. Although the strength of Akatsuki's people was pretty good, but they were still a bit lacking when facing Aoki. Occasionally, Aoki glanced at other places, and saw Ruijin, Hou Tu, and Akatsuki were resisting the sudden attack of powerful enemies.
Sure enough … was what Bishui said true?
Akatsuki really gathered 2000 ninjas to attack Blood-Robed Pavilion!
Although the number of people in Blood-Robed Pavilion was not less than 2000, but Aoki was very clear about how many of them were old, weak, sick, and disabled. Even most of the young and middle-aged people in Aoki Altar were not very proficient in fighting. Could such a battle really go on?
When Aoki was still asking himself, a dark green poisonous needle quietly shot towards Aoki. There was no time to think so much! Since the battle had already begun, it was useless to be upset, so he had to face the enemy properly!
Aoki waved his dragon-head wooden staff, and the poisonous needle directly fell to the ground.
Looking in the direction where the poison needle came from, a bloated person wearing a red cloud on a black background was standing there. A huge scroll was placed in front of Scorpion. Scorpion, who was hiding in Feiliu Hu, made a hand seal and released the puppets he had sealed in the scroll. A rough count revealed that there were over a hundred of these puppets.
Strands of chakra condensed into chakra threads connected to each of the puppets, and one by one, the puppets began to attack the people near Sasori with their sharp weapons all over their body.
Puppeteer?
Qing Mu was very old and could be considered to be very knowledgeable. Although there weren't many puppeteers in Sunagakure, Aoki had seen some of them. An ordinary Puppeteer could control three or four puppets at the same time, and that was already not bad. However, the Puppet Master in front of him was able to control hundreds of puppets with ease as if they were his own limbs. Such a person …
A piece of information kept flashing in Aoki's mind. Such a person could only be the genius Puppeteer who betrayed the Sand Ninja, Sasori of the Red Sand, who had such strength.
That's right, this was the Crimson Secret Technique that the Scorpion of the Crimson Sand had once used to wipe out an entire country, the Hundred Machine Demonstration!
Seeing one life after another being taken away by the puppets before his eyes, Greenwood's grip on his dragon-headed wooden staff tightened. The inner strength in his body surged, and with a shake of his ankle, he shot towards the Red Sand Scorpion like an arrow. Sasori obviously didn't expect that Aoki's old and decayed body could burst out such a powerful force in an instant. In the blink of an eye, Aoki was already in front of Sasori.
He raised his Dragon-Headed Wooden Staff high and smashed it with great force towards Sasori. Sasori hurriedly controlled Hiryu Hu to use his tail to block the attack. The moment the Dragon-Headed Wooden Staff and the tail collided, the sound of metal and stone colliding was heard.
Sasori didn't know what material the tail was made of, but it was extraordinarily strong. However, when the Dragon-Headed Wooden Staff and the tail collided, a huge shockwave was generated, and the hat on Sasori's head was blown away. Seeing Hiryu Hu's appearance, Aoki couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Isn't he too ugly? There were only three strands of hair on his head, and his body was short and stout. Comparing the information he saw about Sasori, was this person really Sasori of the Crimson Sand?
"You must be a disciple of Sasori of the Sand Village, right?"
Sasori wasn't young, so it should be possible for him to accept a disciple, right? After all, Hiryu Hu's appearance and Sasori's appearance were a bit different. The person in front of him could only be described as' eyesore '.
Sasori didn't answer Aoki's question, instead, he controlled Hiryu Hu to constantly shoot poisonous needles from his body, trying to force Aoki away. Facing the dense poisonous needles, Aoki couldn't resist and could only constantly wave his Dragon-Headed Wooden Staff to block the poisonous needles flying towards him.
Under Sasori's control, 100 puppets were divided into two teams, one of which had 70 puppets surrounding Aoki and constantly attacking him. The remaining 30 puppets were under Sasori's control, either cooperating with Akatsuki's ninjas or attacking the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's disciples in pairs.
Greenwood, on the other hand, could only barely prevent himself from being attacked by the seventy puppets. He didn't have any more energy to spare.
They could only watch helplessly as the disciples of the Blood Garment Pavilion were slaughtered one after another.
The situation on the side of Akatsuki, Ruijin, and Thick Earth wasn't optimistic, there was a man with long golden hair in the sky constantly throwing some exploding clay birds. These clay birds were constantly attacking the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's disciples, and there were also many small birds attacking the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's buildings.
To be honest, these three Altar Lords didn't have any long-range attack means, they only had Internal Force but no Sword Qi, so they couldn't use Sword Qi to cause long-range damage like Nangong Zhe. One by one, they were like firefighters, constantly running in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's front line, keeping the front line from collapsing was already exhausting.
Nangong Zhe and Bishui were standing in the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's iconic attic at this moment, watching the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's disciples being killed one after another.
"This time … whether we win or lose, the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's vitality will be greatly damaged …"
Nangong Zhe couldn't help but slightly sigh, but it was only a slight sigh. Nangong Zhe had seen many battlefields that were more intense than this, so he didn't feel particularly sad.
"It doesn't matter, although the Blood-Cloak Pavilion's vitality will be greatly damaged this time, but it will also stimulate all their hidden potential. The Blood-Cloak Pavilion should never be an alliance of a group of weaklings, but should be more proactive and aggressive, fully showing their muscles to the ninja world. "
Bishui looked at the Blood-Cloak of the former Banishment elder hanging in the attic's hall, and said very cruelly. But it was inevitable that some unbearable feelings flashed in his eyes, this is the Blood-Cloak Pavilion …
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