The sun gradually set, and the battle was nearing its end.
The ninjutsu one after another on the battlefield has come to an end, gradually evolving into a confrontation of physical skills.
Masahiko has no time to care about the situation of the three disciples. Facing Madara's attack, Masahiko's physical skills are far from enough.
"Hey... If I practice physical exercises sooner..." Masahiko sighed in his heart.
I was able to reluctantly persist in Madara's physical surgery, thanks to the removal of the disciple Jing Hitomi, and Madara was not in the best condition due to eye problems.
Although facing a crisis, Masahiko is not too anxious, because the surrounding environment gradually overlaps with the scene deep in his heart.
In the distance, Uchiha Senna was forced into the wind by the door, because he was holding the Thunder God's sword made by Masahiko in his hand, and he slashed Senna's long sword.
In desperation, Senna could only use the illusion technique with the almost full-loaded writing wheel eyes, taking advantage of the stunned situation, kicked it away.
"Art fire escape ho fireball!"
Facing the incoming fireball, his hands sealed, "Water escape-the technique of water dragon bombs!"
The collision of fire and water transforms into water vapor in the sky, like the technique of mist concealment, completely obscuring the vision.
Feijian took the opportunity to throw out a few kunai, but it was already clearly seen by the writing wheel.
Uchiha Izuna snorted, "Curse yourself for not writing the fate of the round eyes..." Dodged and avoided kuna, but found that the last of kuna had some strange symbols.
"Fei Lei Shen Zhan!" The yelling of the door spread throughout the battlefield.
"Sure enough, it is indeed this battle..." Masahiko murmured, "This is over..."
Opposite Masahiko, Madara didn't care about attacking again, and Senna who was about to fall down instantly supported him.
Seeing that the plot was finally back on track, Masahiko sat down on the ground disregarding the image. As for what Madara and Senna had said, he had no mind at all.
"Even when I was not on Shinobu, I have never encountered such a dangerous situation. If it is 10 minutes late, it may be brave..."
Masahiko shook his head and smiled bitterly, "In the past, facing people whose strength surpassed me, they used their perception ability to escape first. This time..."
Thinking of this, Masahiko was surprised to find that Madara in the distance actually launched an attack on the door.
"By the way, Zhu Jian is not here, Madara won't stop..." Masahiko was anxious, got up to help Jian Jian.
At this time, a familiar voice came from the battlefield, "Mu Dun-Mu Ding Bi!"
"Huh... This time is really over." Masahiko lifted half of his butt and fell down again, the stupid voice between the pillars sounded like a natural sound to him.
Masahiko sat on the battlefield and watched Uchiha give up their resistance, watched the quarrel between the pillars and the door, watched Uchiha Madara supporting Senna and evacuation from the battlefield...
"Sure enough, even with such a big advantage, Madara is still released between the pillars, and the plot is finally back on track..."
Masahiko thought about it carefully, where did the change of the plot happen and caused such a big crisis for himself.
"Is it just because of the immortality that I learned early?" Masahiko murmured, "I hope he can give me an explanation..." Masahiko looked at Qianshou Tianyu, who was stunned by Mu Dun behind Zhujian.
The quarrel between Zhu Jian and Fei Jian came to an instant and came to Masahiko.
"Second Grandpa, thanks to you this time, I said... Are you okay!"
Masahiko shook his head and teased, "I'm fine, I won't die for a while..." Without explaining his appearance, he asked, "What's the matter with Qianshou Tianyu?"
When it came to this question, Zhujian also looked confused, "Tianyu... was crazy, and suddenly attacked me on the road, always saying that he was from Uchiha's family."
"But it's impossible. Both his parents are from the Thousand Hands Clan, and he hasn't been different in these years. But I checked and I didn't find that he had been in illusion."
Masahiko was shocked, the technique to change people's will, "Don't be a god?!"
The pillars hurriedly asked, "What is another god?"
"No, it's okay, it can't be another god." Masahiko replied, showing the color of thinking. If someone of the Uchiha clan of this age can use other gods, the Warring States period will be over if they use the other gods once, and it is impossible to use them on Qianshou Tianyu.
In a daze, Masahiko thought of five years ago, in the daimyo's mansion, he saw something that made him very concerned. One of the small clans who participated in the banquet was very similar to the pommel horse clan, and the pommel horse was an original animation plot. Masahiko always thought that he had read it wrong.
"Between the pillars, have you heard of the pommel horse clan?"
Between the pillars there was thought, "The Kurama clan, I seem to have heard that in the west of the country of fire, there is such a small clan, which is simple and simple, and the strength of the clan is generally not strong."
"Sure enough," Masahiko sighed secretly, dumbfounding.
I always thought it was a plot that I changed, but now I find that the hard fight this time is really wrong. "Animation original group! Even you guys are cheating me..."
Masahiko looked at Zhujian and explained: "This family is not strong and specializes in illusion. However, every few years there will be a tribe who has awakened a unique blood heir and can control other people's five senses."
It suddenly dawned on the pillars, "Did Tianyu have suffered this kind of surgery? Grandpa Second, do you have a way to crack it?"
Masahiko shook his head, "This kind of blood illusion can only be deciphered by the caster. I am afraid you have to go there in person. I am afraid that it will be difficult for other people not to be affected by their illusion."
The pillars nodded, expressing understanding. At this time, Feijian came over and glared at his elder brother.
"Brother, this time we have lost more than 500 members of the tribe. About 1,000 members of the tribe were slightly injured, and dozens of them were seriously injured. I'm afraid we can't hold on to the Huis..."
After speaking, he glanced at Masahiko, "Second grandfather, your three disciples are all okay, they have suffered minor injuries, please feel at ease..."
Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly he was taken aback. How could he mean to let him go with peace of mind...
Masahiko stood up, bit his finger, "Psychic!" summoned a huge slug.
"My Chakra has recovered a bit, and if the seriously injured Thousands of Hands come to me, it should be able to be rescued."
Fei Jian was moved and stared at Zhu Jian again, "Big Brother, Grandpa Second looks more like a patriarch of Thousand Hands than you!"
The post smiled, this time I was really wrong, and I could only smile and face the accusation.
The two arranged for the tribe to carry the severely wounded to Masahiko. Masahiko glanced around and nodded to the slugs. The huge slugs were broken down into small slugs and healed all the wounded at the same time.
Five minutes later, Masahiko lifted the psychic technique with a tired look. This time his Chakra was really exhausted.
When he looked up, Jian Zhu Jian and three disciples surrounded him with tears in his eyes, Masahiko's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, "Why is it like a corpse to say goodbye, should I lie down?"
Thinking of this, my eyes suddenly went dark, and I really fell down. The last few voices were heard before unconscious.
"Grandpa Second!"*2
"Teacher!"*3