The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 252: Heavenly Obstruction Zhenxing
'What a sharp knife.'

As Madara Uchiha watched the sharp blade hurtling towards his armpit, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

The three tomoe in his pupils reflected the subtle ripples created when the blade sliced ​​through the air, and in an instant, he had already judged the exquisite nature of this attack.

Even with his speed, his attempt to seize the target was destined to fail, even at the cost of an arm.

The moves flowed smoothly and the swordsmanship was swift and concise.

Based on this brief exchange of less than a second, he knew that his opponent was indeed quite skilled.

This is not a fancy sword technique, but the most effective move honed through countless battles.

The shrieking sound of blades tearing through the air was still ringing in his ears, yet Madara Uchiha's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Over the long years, there have been very few opponents who could arouse his interest in this way.

'interesting. '

Madara Uchiha lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaping into the air. He firmly placed one foot on the back of the opponent's blade, while simultaneously kicking his other foot with tremendous speed toward the opponent's face.

Qin Ye swiftly raised his arm and grabbed Ban's ankle, while simultaneously raising his knife to slash upwards.

Madara Uchiha, however, used the recoil from the sword to easily flip himself up.

After landing, they were already behind Qin Ye.

But before he could make a move, a ring-shaped crescent moon carrying a gust of wind tore through the air and attacked.

A strong gust of wind lifted the stray hairs on his forehead, and the three magatama spun rapidly.

Faced with this situation, Madara Uchiha had no choice but to retreat again.

He was forced to retreat twice in the very first exchange, which displeased him, and a few fine lines appeared between his brows.

However, before he could retaliate, the opponent's gleaming blade suddenly extended and lengthened, almost instantly becoming only inches away from his neck.

Madara Uchiha raised an eyebrow and instantly sprang into action, his movements so fast that they even left afterimages.

With his slender body arched backward, he braced himself with his palms on the ground while performing several backflips, barely avoiding the blow that would break his neck.

When he regained his footing, he discovered that the hem of his clothes had been slashed.

However, the tear was quickly repaired by a series of tiny pieces of paper.

Madara Uchiha's gaze slowly shifted from the tattered hem of his clothes, his crimson Sharingan narrowed slightly, and the three tomoe slowly rotated in his pupils.

He re-examined the figure standing before him, knife in hand.

"If we only consider swordsmanship," Madara Uchiha's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a serious tone for the first time since his appearance, "I, Madara Uchiha, would call you the strongest."

This statement carries immense weight.

Throughout the long history of the ninja world, there are only a handful of people who could earn Madara Uchiha's personal acknowledgment of his 'strength'.

At this moment, facing this younger man standing with a knife, he surprisingly gave such an evaluation.

The other party gave him the feeling of a peerless, deadly blade drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed and unstoppable.

There is a risk of being cut off if you get too close.

Qin Ye flicked his wrist, and the Thousand Blades emitted a clear, resonant tremor.

His thin lips moved slightly, his tone indifferent: "You're not bad, managing to only have a minor scratch on the hem of your clothes after my barrage of attacks."

Their gazes met in mid-air, their fighting spirit undiminished, only growing more intense.

Madara Uchiha's pupils narrowed slightly, then he let out a cold laugh.

“Interesting.”

He was always the one praising others; no one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone.

What's even more ridiculous is that the other party actually used the word "not bad" to describe him.

How arrogant is this?
His strength needs no judgment from others.

Moreover, how many people in this world are worthy of judging him?
"I hope you can stay this confident from now on."

Before he finished speaking, Madara Uchiha's crimson eyes suddenly changed, the three tomoe twisting and extending into intricate kaleidoscope patterns, eerie and profound.

His hands were clasped together in a sword-like gesture, and violent chakra burst forth from his body like a raging torrent. The materialized chakra flow stirred up a hurricane, making his long black hair and the hem of his battle robe flutter wildly. The gravel beneath his feet trembled continuously under this pressure.

In an instant, deep blue chakra rose around him, instantly forming a rudimentary form of Susanoo.

The deep blue Susanoo only has half a body, but it is different from the ordinary one.

It has two faces and four arms.

At the same time, each of the four arms is forming a different mudra.

Susanoo's hand seals are clearly not something he does casually.

At that moment, everyone noticed that the continuous rain had suddenly stopped without warning.

The most surprised person was Nagato, because this rain was his Rain Tiger Freedom Technique, and as long as he didn't actively dispel it, the rain would continue indefinitely.

But now, the raindrops have mysteriously disappeared, as if they were forcibly cut off by some higher-level force.

Everyone instinctively looked up, only to be met with a scene they would never forget.

High in the sky, thick dark clouds suddenly parted, and a massive meteorite covering most of Konoha Village fell from the sky!

The meteorite was roughly estimated to be ten kilometers long; it was impossible to escape such a distance before it hit the ground.

Once the meteorite falls, not only will those directly below be destroyed, but the entire Hidden Leaf Village will be destroyed, and the casualties will be incalculable.

"You must be joking."

The heavy wind pressure hit them, and some ninjas' knees buckled and they knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with despair.

This difference is not even in the same dimension.

Orochimaru tilted his head back, his golden snake eyes slightly contracted, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He subconsciously swallowed, looked at the indifferent figure in the distance, and couldn't help but speak:
"Senior Madara, we're also within the range of this technique..."

Madara Uchiha didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather: "The Impure World Reincarnation was created from the beginning as a technique to perish together with the enemy."

"But we are not impure beings..."

"That's a shame."

Orochimaru twitched his lips, looking speechless.

He glanced at Obito Uchiha beside him and saw that the guy was also calm, as if he didn't care.

'The Uchiha clan is definitely all abnormal…'

After internally complaining for a while, Orochimaru began preparing his escape technique.

On the other side, the mechanical body of the Asura Path fully unfolded, and all the launch ports on its back opened, unleashing a torrent of missiles.

However, these firepowers, enough to destroy a small ninja village, were completely useless on the surface of a meteorite ten kilometers in size, like ants gnawing at an elephant's skin.

The Heavenly Dao soared into the sky, its eyes flashing with a cold light.

Shinra Tensei unleashed its full power, unleashing a torrent of powerful repulsive force.

Under the immense repulsive force, the meteorite's descent speed did indeed slow down significantly.

Just then, the clouds above were torn apart again, and a meteorite even larger than the previous one fell and crashed heavily into the meteorite below.

Boom——

The force of that instant is not as simple as 1+1.

With a terrifying, visible recoil, Pain's body shuddered violently, his features contorted as he plummeted from the sky. Madara Uchiha's lips curled into a low chuckle, his laughter filled with undisguised mockery.

Then he shifted his gaze to Qin Ye, who was still standing in the same spot without moving.

"Are you scared out of your wits? Then my opinion of you will have to be greatly reduced."

The power of the Heavenly Obstruction Star was indeed quite shocking; even Qin Ye had to admit the terrifying nature of this ninjutsu.

This can no longer be considered ninjutsu.

To summon two meteorites with a diameter of ten kilometers out of thin air is already a divine feat.

Qin Ye took a deep breath and gripped the Thousand Blades tightly in his hand.

In an instant, crimson lightning coiled around the blade, emanating a terrifying aura of destruction.

As the Blade Master's energy continued to flow in, the crimson lightning intensified, and the energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to distort, even revealing spiderweb-like cracks.

"That's the power!"

Orochimaru's pupils contracted violently, and his body trembled uncontrollably, whether from excitement or fear, it was hard to tell.

His eyes gleamed with a morbid fanaticism as he stared intently at the crimson lightning, his breathing becoming rapid.

Even Madara Uchiha, who was always arrogant and disdainful of everyone, couldn't help but frown at this moment.

The aura contained within the crimson lightning made him feel uneasy, an experience he had never had before.

When the crimson lightning became so intense that it was almost impossible to look directly at it, Qin Ye soared into the sky, his thousand blades slashing fiercely from bottom to top!
Boom——

A crimson bolt of lightning suddenly erupted, piercing the heavens and the earth. Everyone saw a crimson glow before their vision plunged into a brief darkness.

When visibility returned, the meteorite that had blotted out the sky had disintegrated into pieces, with even the broken pieces silently turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

Above the sky, a pitch-black crack with no end in sight was clearly visible.

The crack's edges were covered with spiderweb-like patterns, and its pitch-black interior exuded a chilling and terrifying aura.

The crack stretched across the entire sky, as if the world had been forcibly split in two.

The shock of this scene even surpassed that of the Tianai Zhenxing.

Everyone was stunned, even Madara Uchiha's eyes flashed with surprise.

As Tianqiong's wounds slowly healed, everyone came to their senses, their gazes immediately focusing on the figure wielding the knife.

A single slash tore through the void; how could anyone not be terrified?

Qin Ye ignored the shocked gazes around him and silently felt the aftereffects emanating from his body.

He had used too much force just now, and now he felt a little weak, and he couldn't even hold the knife tightly.

However, thanks to his special physique and the enhancement of various abilities.

His body's recovery ability is now extremely strong. He can clearly feel streams of warm energy surging out from the deepest part of his body, flowing along his meridians like a trickle, filling his limbs and nourishing every tired corner.

It will take some time for him to fully recover to his peak condition.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze calmly fixed on the figure opposite him who was still in shock.

“I advise you to go back to where you came from. As Nagato said, your era has passed.”

Madara Uchiha's pupils flickered slightly, and unusually, he did not immediately retort.

Even with his complete Susanoo activated, he wasn't entirely confident he could withstand that attack.

Tearing through the void was truly terrifying.

But that's it.
Madara Uchiha carefully observed the person in front of him. He could clearly sense that the other person's aura seemed to be less sharp than before.

That last strike was perhaps a desperate, all-out effort from the opponent.

I am currently in a state of exhaustion and emptiness.

Should we take advantage of their vulnerability now?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Madara Uchiha frowned and dismissed it.

He disdained to do such a thing.

He had this thought simply because the feeling he had just experienced from the opponent's strike was too shocking.

Shaking his head, Madara Uchiha sat cross-legged on the ground and said calmly:

"I'll give you time to recover. Once you're fully recovered, we'll fight again."

This unexpected move startled Qin Ye for a moment, then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He didn't stand on ceremony and sat down cross-legged to begin regulating his breathing.

Putting everything else aside, Madara Uchiha's demeanor as a powerful figure is still admirable.

The tense battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie calm, with only the rustling of the wind through the trees remaining.

This sudden truce left the onlookers somewhat bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances and unsure of what to do.

At this moment, Obito Uchiha's mask turned slightly, his gaze falling on Zetsu, who had been hiding nearby.

The latter understood, and the white aloeswood immediately made a hand seal.

Puff puff puff——

With a few sounds of earth turning over, four pale-skinned creatures with green hair emerged from the ground.

White Zetsu was created by Madara Uchiha using the life force of the Gedo Mazo and Hashirama's cells.

These four beings are the physical clones of White Zetsu.

This thing has average combat power, but if it is used as a container for the Impure World Reincarnation, then it is a rare item.

"Orochimaru, it's your turn." Obito Uchiha's hoarse voice came from under the mask.

Madara Uchiha raised an eyebrow and looked at the two with a hint of doubt, clearly unaware of their plan.

Orochimaru gave a sinister smile, took out several pieces of yellowish bone fragments from his sleeve, and tossed them to the four White Zetsu clones.

These White Zetsu immediately opened their mouths and swallowed the bone fragments.

Orochimaru then created a series of complex hand seals, his hands moving in a blur, before finally slamming them heavily onto the ground.

"Reincarnation from the dirty soil!"

The next second, a blinding white light suddenly burst forth from beneath the four White Zetsu, and countless gray-white dust particles clung to their bodies as if they were alive.

When the dust settled, four distinct figures stood before the crowd, each wearing a Konoha headband.

When Madara Uchiha saw these four figures, his pupils suddenly contracted.

To be precise, his gaze was fixed on one of the figures.

With long black hair and a face that was both resolute and gentle, he was none other than his nemesis and best friend—the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju!

Madara Uchiha slowly stood up, his crimson eyes turning to Obito with a meaningful look: "So you had this trick up your sleeve. It's quite a surprise."

Obito remained silent; no one knew what expression lay beneath his mask.

Upon seeing the faces of the four people resurrected by Edo Tensei, the group of ninjas immediately gasped in surprise.

"It's the Third Hokage and the Fourth Hokage. And those two...could it be..."

"It's the first and second generation!"

"My God, what on earth is going on?!"

Orochimaru's Edo Tensei summoned four Hokage from Konoha this time!
This was the biggest trump card he had prepared after cooperating with Obito Uchiha.

(End of this chapter)