Chapter 676: Double Kamui + Flying Thunder God vs. the Kazekage

"Nagato wins!"

The Ninja Sect referee announced the winner's name cleanly and decisively.

"How is this possible, Lord Third actually..."

The Hidden Mist ninjas found this result hard to accept.

Even though they had seen the Third Mizukage's body lying on the ground with their own eyes and heard the referee announce the result with their ears, their hearts still subconsciously refused to believe it.

Slap!

Someone slapped their cheeks with both hands, trying to wake themselves up.

The Yang Thunder Finger could also cause significant damage to the Iron Zombies, but using long-range spiritual energy consumed more than direct attacks. Fortunately, the White Snake blocked most of the Iron Zombies, so I wasn't being besieged by over twenty at once. This allowed me to deal with them calmly, knocking down the approaching zombies one by one, then quickly repositioning to avoid encirclement.

"So this is a screwed-up era. Forget it, anything happen at the casino today?" Ye Lin asked.

I secretly wiped a cold sweat. If they didn't retreat immediately, in a few more seconds Lu Qingwen and Gao Feng would probably have fallen too.

However, as Zitong looked at the person before her, there was only contempt and coldness in her beautiful eyes.

Finally, she caught her breath, like someone awakened from a nightmare, feeling as if her chest were exploding with pain, desperately gasping for air.

Although she was heavily pregnant and found it hard to walk the mountain paths, Yan Nianping probably thought she was trapped at Jinhu and couldn't go to Yongjiang.

Finally, one time, the petty official who was thinking about him passed by, snatched the water basin someone was about to send in, and barged in.

"Actually, even if we were going to lose, we shouldn't have lost so miserably." Guan Ping finally said after a long while.

"What he is now is none of your damn business. Damn it, you just blew my head off. Now I want revenge. Get the hell over here!" Ye Lin said angrily.

"We can spare it, but we absolutely cannot let it escape!" Zhao Wuwei said sternly at this moment.

In his anxiety, Li Changgui lunged at Lei Yuanzheng, landing consecutive punches. What he worried about most was not being surrounded, but the vial of unknown poison blood in Du Heng's hand! Most importantly, he feared that if he fell, Zhang Nianzu would be in danger.

That "Fenghua Guoyue" on Channel One. He had watched it too. There was a special episode discussing how traditional instruments like ancient string music could be combined with modern music.

The fingerprints found on the safe were useless, but the fingerprints found on the door were not wearing gloves, so these have evidentiary value.

Not compared to excessive exposure and catharsis. Especially some married middle-aged people were inspired by the self-encouraging lyrics expressed in this song.

Lin Qinghou was worried about Miao Lili, afraid she still wasn't adapted to the new environment. He secretly stuffed two hard-boiled eggs in his left pants pocket and a bottle of mineral water in his right pocket, planning to send some warmth her way.

"What time is it now? Why are you still hesitating? Saving people is the priority!" Feng Hao urged.

He knew that continuing to fight Zhang Fan like this would only result in mutual destruction, but if he could seize the Infinity Stones, it would still be quite good.

Qing Lingzi's fingers lightly traced the blade of the long sword Qingyuan, unable to help recalling the glorious years of the past. This sword had followed him in battles across the lands, defeating countless prodigies, only to end in a miserable defeat in that one duel.

Sun Jing, who had shown no reaction at all, suddenly broke down. Perhaps it was because she had a nightmare when she just fell asleep, or perhaps recalling the past snapped the tightly drawn string in her heart.

"It seems the suspect couldn't get the key. How did he enter the scene? And, who exactly is the deceased?" Li San began to question.

"I don't know, we haven't seen him." Sure enough, as Feng Yue changed the subject, their thoughts also turned, no longer dwelling on the previous matter.

In the room, Wang Zijin lay on the bed, holding her phone high with both hands. The glow of the screen illuminated her oval face that could express joy or anger.