As soon as Hozuki Getsuga finished speaking, several Kirigakure Jonin behind him rushed towards the "little girl" on the tree without hesitation.
In their view, a Yuki Clan survivor, no matter how powerful it is, is just a auxiliary. It is best to deal with it first and then focus on dealing with the two difficult Zabuza Momochi.
However, Yukimura Ryota(雪) didn't even look at them.
He just raised a hand.
Click.
A soft sound.
For those Kirigakure Ninja who rushed at the front, countless sharp ice spikes shot out from the ground beneath their feet without any warning, instantly freezing their calves and the ground together.
Several people lost their balance and fell heavily to the ground.
"With this little ability, how dare you come to die?"
Zabuza's voice came from behind them, and it was so cold that it didn't have the slightest hint of popularity.
Poof!
Kubikiribōchō passed by, three heads flew up, and blood stained the newly solidified ice surface red.
"Asshole!"
Hozuki Getsuga's eyes were splitting, he didn't expect the other party's cooperation to be so tacit.
One look and one action completed a perfect trap.
His body turned into water again and rushed towards Zabuza at a faster speed.
As long as your body is solved, everything else will be easy to talk about!
Hozuki Getsuga felt furious, he had already determined that the one carrying Kubikiribōchō must be Zabuza's true form.
The other one who only knows how to read and use a short sword is probably some kind of special puppet.
At this moment, White Zetsu Zabuza, who had been imitating people's speech, suddenly made an action that no one expected.
It also imitated Hozuki Getsuga's behavior, and with a "pop" sound, its body turned into a puddle of... white, sticky liquid, and collapsed on the ground.
"Hydrification Technique!"
White Zetsu Zabuza even shouted proudly.
Hozuki Getsuga:"..."
Does that thing of yours deserve to be called Hydrification Technique? It's clearly just a puddle of mud!
This extremely insulting scene made Hozuki Getsuga's anger completely go to his head.
"Seeking death!"
He gave up the detour, and his liquefied body condensed into a huge water gun, which pierced Zabuza's chest.
This time Zabuza didn't hide.
"Freeze." Yukimura Ryota, who was standing on the tree, then made seals with his hands and said one word.
Hozuki Getsuga felt a warning sign in his heart and wanted to forcefully change the direction, but it was already too late.
An extreme cold air came from all directions!
Not from the direction of the "little girl" in the tree, but from his feet, from the air around him, from the thick fog!
I don't know when, this fog has been completely penetrated by the snow Chakra.
"Secret Technique·Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death!"
The sound of snow, like the cold wind in winter, rings in everyone's ears.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The thick fog that filled the battlefield instantly condensed into thousands of ice Senbon, and then rushed towards the same target - Hozuki Getsuga from all directions!
The moment Hozuki Getsuga's liquefied body came into contact with the ice Senbon, it was frozen by the cold air attached to it.
One thread, two threads, three threads...
When hundreds of ice Senbon hit him at the same time, his entire body, together with the huge water gun, was instantly frozen into a crystal clear ice sculpture, and his face still retained the ferocious expression when he charged forward.
The whole place was dead silent.
The remaining Kirigakure Ninja stared at this scene blankly, forgetting to even escape.
Zabuza carried Kubikiribōchō and slowly Earth Flow walked to the ice sculpture.
"Hozuki Clan's Hydrification Technique is indeed difficult to deal with."
"Unfortunately, water will freeze."
He raised the Greatsword in his hand.
"It's common sense, idiot."
Click!
With a crisp sound, the ice sculpture and the Hozuki Getsuga inside were chopped into pieces with a knife.
The battle is over.
White Zetsu Zabuza re-formed from the ground, ran to Zabuza, and followed the example of carrying the dagger.
"It's common sense, idiot."
Zabuza had a vein on his forehead and resisted the urge to give it a knife.
Snow fell gently from the trees and came to the two of them.
"Mr. Zabuza, it's time for us to support others."
"Got it." Zabuza waved his hand, then looked in the direction of Kirigakure, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"Now that the appetizers are finished, it's time to serve the main meal."
On the other side, north of Land of Water, is a hidden mining base.
Special ores for making high-grade ninja tools are produced here, and two hundred Kirigakure defenders are stationed here.
At this moment, this place has become a purgatory.
"Hahahaha! Feel the pain! Feel the gift of Lord Jashin!"
Hidan stood in the center of a huge blood-colored formation, covered in black with white skeleton patterns painted on it.
He laughed wildly and stabbed the black spear in his hand hard into his abdomen.
"Ah--!!!"
In the distance, a Kirigakure Jonin who was trying to escape suddenly covered his stomach, screamed and fell to the ground, his internal organs shattered and he died.
Hidan pulled out the black spear and brought out a bunch of blood flowers. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wild.
"Who is next? Who will be baptized by Lord Jashin?"
The surrounding Kirigakure Ninja has completely collapsed.
The Ninjutsu they were so proud of hit this madman, but it had no effect at all except making him bleed. And as long as he took a drop of blood, the result would be to suffer fatal injuries for him inexplicably.
This is not a battle at all, this is a one-sided curse!
"The devil... he is the devil!"
"Run quickly!"
The defenders abandoned their helmets and armor and fled frantically.
"Don't run! Sacrifice! The ceremony is not over yet!" Hidan shouted dissatisfied, waving bloody Triple-Bladed Scythe and chased after him.
Suddenly, a white figure blocked the front of the defeated army.
Kimimaro.
His white hair was fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were cold and without any warmth.
"The order above is, leave no one behind."
He raised his hands.
"Shikotsumyaku·Dance of the Seedling Fern!"
Rumble!
The ground shook violently.
Countless thick and sharp bone spurs, like a white forest bursting out of the ground, instantly covered a kilometer radius!
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The escaping Kirigakure Ninjas didn't even have time to scream in agony before bone spurs shot up from the ground penetrated their bodies and hung high in the air.
Blood flowed down the bone spurs, staining the ground red.
One hit to clear the field.
Hidan stopped, looked at the spectacular "bone forest" in front of him, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, 'Bones', you are too rough! If you kill them directly like this, Lord Jashin will not be happy! The sacrifice must be tortured slowly to be valuable!"
Kimimaro put down his hands expressionlessly.
"Your efficiency is too low." He said coldly, "It was mentioned above that all peripheral strongholds must be cleared before dawn. You just wasted thirteen minutes on drawing that boring formation."
"You know nothing! That's a ritual! It's a belief!" Hidan jumped, "You have no faith, you skeleton!"
Kimimaro ignored him and turned around to walk to the next target location.
"Hey! Wait for me! Leave the leader to me!" Hidan picked up the sickle and chased after him, cursing.
Behind them, White Zetsu Hidan and White Zetsu Kimimaro were slowly cleaning the battlefield and collecting valuable loot.
"The main body is really too irritable." White Zetsu Hidan sighed.
"Agree." White Zetsu Kimimaro nodded.