Chapter 848

"Damn it!!!"

The remaining three Konoha Jonin were gnashing their teeth, but they couldn't rescue them in time, and could only shout the names of their dead comrades helplessly, watching the tragedy happen with their own eyes.

Now is not the time to be immersed in anger and grief, because the danger has not yet been lifted, and Salamander Hanzo will not give these three time to mourn their comrades.

The figure has not arrived, the blade light comes first.

Another Iai flashed, and the dazzling blade light made the few unable to open their eyes.

Hanzo's attack was too fast!

So fast that the few had no chance to react and form seals; they could only hurriedly pull out the kunai at their waists to fight.

"Ding!!!"

A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing came, and a trace of disbelief flashed in the Konoha Jonin's eyes, because the kunai in his hand, which was supposed to be indestructible, was actually cut from the middle.

The sharp blade light was already right in front of his eyes; seeing that his life was about to be lost, the Jonin could only close his eyes in despair...

Just at this moment.

"Ninja Art: Needle Jizo!"

A voice full of heroic spirit suddenly rang out.

"Dang!!!"

The sound of steel colliding was somewhat deafening; Salamander Hanzo's strike with a must-kill effect was actually blocked like this.

The Jonin opened his eyes, only to see a young ninja with white hair currently blocking in front of him.

At this time, the white-haired youth's hair surged, and the white long hair exploded like the sharp thorns of a hedgehog, forming a tight defense all over his body.

It was also relying on this layer of defense that he blocked Salamander Hanzo's flying sickle with terrifying momentum.

Not only that, Jiraiya's white hair also tightly bound Salamander Hanzo's flying sickle, making Salamander Hanzo unable to pull the flying sickle back into his hand.

"Lord Jiraiya!!!"

The Jonin exclaimed, his face full of the ecstasy of surviving a disaster.

And at this moment, neither Salamander Hanzo nor Jiraiya had any intention of paying attention to this Konoha Jonin; their gazes were tightly gathered together, confronting each other without backing down.

Seeing this, the three Konoha Jonin also knew that it was not the time for small talk, so they retreated behind Jiraiya one after another, forming a formation to surround Salamander Hanzo in the middle.

Jiraiya's eyes looked around slightly; the corpses of Konoha ninjas all over the ground showed that these Konoha ninjas had all become ghosts under Salamander Hanzo's blade.

At this moment, Jiraiya's heart sank slightly.

"Salamander Hanzo, stop struggling in vain!"

"Surrender! Don't continue to create meaningless sacrifices!"

Jiraiya spoke slowly, his eyes looking at Salamander Hanzo full of solemnity.

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Salamander Hanzo laughed, and the laughter carried a clear disdain.

A mere junior dares to speak wildly in front of him; it seems he has been too low-key all along.

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Jiraiya's heart sank again; when he noticed that Salamander Hanzo's gaze turned cold, a trace of bad premonition flashed in his heart.

Only to see Salamander Hanzo step back half a step indifferently, and then turn the flying sickle in his hand slightly.

"Clatter!!!!"

The friction of the iron chain immediately produced countless crisp clashing sounds.

"Not good!"

Jiraiya had just realized it was not good, but soon a huge force came from the flying sickle.