When the Uchihas heard this voice, they could not help but withdraw some distance, Maou quickly formed a seal on his hand, and Chakra gathered in his throat——

Fire escape · Huo Huo extinguished!

The sea-like flame spit out from his mouth, and the area was so large that it instantly drowned a battlefield in front of him. Qianshou on the opposite side hurriedly used a water escape to offset the large-scale ninjutsu. The collision of water and fire quickly stirred up a steaming heat wave. Diffuse around to block people's vision.

Maou and the other Uchiha looked at each other tacitly, opened the writing wheel, and walked into the water-filled area with a knife.

In this situation where almost everyone can't see it, Uchiha's Shaker is the best weapon, and the one who shoots first wins.

This move directly reversed the game, and the victorious Libra tilted toward Uchiha. Qianshou quickly realized what they were paying attention to, and summoned ninjas who knew how to escape to blow away the water vapor. But casualties have already been caused, and the most they do is to stop losses in time and not cause more losses.

This battle between the two clans finally ended in Uchiha's victory, and Qianshou was forced to retreat again and again, until he retreated to the territory of the country of fire.

Since then, Uchiha Maou has become famous in the first battle. Her ability that contrasts with her appearance and her ability to control the battlefield has caused a lot of waves, whether it is on Chishou's side or the Uchiha clan.

As soon as the war ended, Tajima stated that he intended to let Maou go directly to the main battlefield in the next war, which was more suitable for her.

Maou touched the pain reliever on the side of his face and agreed silently.

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Hiss—because it was brought here, read it again and found that it was not embarrassing or embarrassing at first, and it was the same as painting, and after a while, was blind.

Chapter 14 14.

Compared with the prosperity of the Uchiha clan, Qianshou was dead, and everyone had all kinds of gloom on their faces.

The patriarch Qianshou Buddha glanced at the depressed clansmen below, cleared his throat, and said, "Do you have any thoughts on this battle?"

"........."

No one spoke. In other words, no one dared to speak.

Especially the clansmen who survived the divided battlefields are as quiet as quails.

Fojian sighed lightly and pointed to his second son: "Tobirama, you are also dividing the battlefield, so it is up to you to summarize this battle."

"Okay, father." Tobirama's expression was serious, "There are traces of this defeat on the battlefield. There is a thorny enemy on Uchiha's side. Her name is Uchiha Maou. Although she is a woman. But it is better than the vast majority of Uchiha ninjas, and it is also a three-column jade writing wheel eye."

Buddha's brows furrowed, and he fell into contemplation.

Tobirama continued: "Before this, Maou Uchiha has not appeared on the battlefield. I guess this is her first battle. If things go on like this, this person will become a huge hidden danger for Qianshou."

Then he briefly explained other problems he had observed on the battlefield. Because he was stumbled by Uchiha Quanna, he couldn't be too distracted.

In short, Uchiha Maou was born, and he was caught off guard by a thousand hands, and they had to change some of their strategies for the appearance of this person.

Buddha pondered for a moment and said, "Although we lost this time, Uchiha's side is not much better, at least for a while, the war will not be fought. Uchiha Maou has this victory, Tajima. That guy will definitely let her go directly to the main battlefield, I'm no more familiar with the idea of ​​this old opponent."

"Tobirama, you will come to the main battlefield with Hasuma in the next battle, and you will deal with that person. During this time, I will practice your swordsmanship well."

"What about Uchiha Quanna?"

"Let other people go, he's younger than you, and it won't be the climate for now."

Tobirama lowered his eyes and thought about something, then raised his head again and said solemnly, "I see."

This matter was turned over, and then they discussed and summarized some other issues. After analyzing this battle in general, the Thousand Hands Clan Association ended the meeting.

After a battle was over, both clans began to accumulate strength to prepare for the next battle, and the days were gradually getting back on track.

Although Zhenyang was a hero in the last battle, injuries were unavoidable, but they were only minor injuries, and they would heal after a while.

On this day, she was sitting in the house dressing the wound on her arm, and someone standing outside knocked on her door.

Zhenyang glanced at the figure printed on the door curtain, put on his clothes, walked over and opened the door.

"Quinai, what's the matter?"

Quanna, who was outside the door, took out the hand behind her back, showed the porcelain jar in her hand as if taking credit, and raised a smile.

"Sister Zhenyang, I brought you the ointment for removing scars. All the other female ninjas in the clan who went to war use this."

Zhen Yang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and rubbed his little face: "Oh, we Koizumi are so sweet, thank you."

After all, she took the porcelain jar and found that it was still a new unopened medicine. Don't look at most of these Uchiha's hair blowing up uninhibitedly, but it feels unexpectedly soft.

"After all... Girls don't look good with scars! Sister Zhenyang, you have to take care of yourself."

Quan Nai blushed. Seeing that she accepted it, she stopped disturbing her, and trotted away.

Seeing the back of the child disappearing into the corner, Zhen Yang couldn't help laughing. She walked into the room and opened the small jar of ointment. The white ointment was moist and delicate, and she could smell some light floral fragrance on the face.

She doesn't think she is a very particular person. It can be seen from her own dress and the monotonous furnishings in the house that she has not put her energy into it at all. In the past, the injuries he suffered during missions were insignificant, and they were not on his face, so Zhen Yang didn't really care. After all, in this era, he might lose his life in a second. How could he have so much time to think about something? No.