Whoosh~
A pair of pale-blue Chakra Wings unfurled behind him. With a thought, Qian controlled the wings and flew high into the sky.
Seeing that he was about to leave their attack range, the two Mist Village jonin who had just been casting ninjutsu immediately stopped.
Right after that, each of them pulled several Shuriken from their Ninja Tool Pouches and fired them at Qian in the air.
It was clear that the angles of these Shuriken were extremely tricky, practically sealing off all his room to dodge.
However, Qian had no intention of dodging at all.
Almost the instant those Shuriken were launched, Qian locked onto their flight paths.
Then, with a clang, he drew the long blade from the sheath at his waist.
Swish, swish, swish~
The long blade danced through the air.
After a series of clinks, every Shuriken shot at him was cut down one by one.
Seeing this, the two Mist Village jonin felt it was a pity, but they were not particularly disappointed.
After all, with the superb Swordsmanship Qian had displayed earlier, combined with the Three-Tomoe Sharingan, doing this was not difficult.
And they had never expected a mere few Shuriken to kill Qian.
They had only one purpose in doing this, and that was to slow Qian's flying speed and buy time for their comrades.
The next moment, the two shouted at the same time, "Hime!"
Almost the instant their voices fell, a gentle, melodious voice appeared, like a tune, and yet like someone's murmuring in a dream.
As soon as it appeared, it entered Qian's ears with precision, sinking straight into the depths of his brain and making him involuntarily develop the thought of wanting to sleep for a long while.
"Hypnosis? Genjutsu?"
Qian's heart stirred slightly. He mobilized his vast