The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 258 Even a body made of impure earth dares to attempt to bear the fire of runes?
Madara Uchiha's brows furrowed deeply, a sharp furrow appearing between his eyebrows.

A long-absent look of seriousness appeared in his crimson Mangekyou Sharingan, his pupils slightly contracting as they reflected the chilling figure before him.

However, this long-lost sense of oppression did not make him want to back down; on the contrary, it made his long-dormant fighting spirit boil even more.

The enormous armored wings on Susanoo's back suddenly unfolded, the chakra-manifested wings drawing a ghostly blue trail in the air.

Just as he was about to flap his wings and take off, the black streak of light, whose trajectory was indistinct, flashed out again.

With a crisp crack, the hardest central part of the Perfect Susanoo's forehead, the pentaangular prism that protected the caster's body, shattered like thin ice.

Countless shimmering chakra fragments refracted a deep blue light under the sunlight, like a sudden shower of crystals, scattering and gradually dissipating as they fell, turning into specks of fluorescence.

As the core crystal shattered, the massive Susanoo began to tremble violently, and the blue chakra rapidly melted away like molten wax.

Madara Uchiha's figure fell from the sky, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Seeing that the dark afterimage followed him like a shadow, his Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly changed.

Deep purple ripples spread across the iris, like the surface of a lake tossed with pebbles, eventually transforming into the shape of the Rinnegan.

Six ripples surrounded the central pupil, radiating a captivating and awe-inspiring pressure.

Shinra Tianzheng!

In an instant, a repulsive field even more terrifying than when Nagato used it erupted!

Space twisted and deformed in the dark halo, and visible shockwaves spread out in a spherical shape, squeezing even the air molecules in their path and causing them to emit a piercing shriek.

However, this repulsive force was forcibly torn apart by a stream of black light.

The terrifying power that could even distort space itself was utterly fragile before this sharp edge.

In the blink of an eye, the black streak of light pierced through Madara Uchiha's chest without any hindrance. His body was carried by this terrifying force, dragging a long tail of flame like a falling comet, and crashed violently to the ground!

boom--

With a deafening roar, the earth collapsed and churned violently like a raging sea, hurling tons of rubble into the air and creating a terrifying rain of stones.

As the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, a giant crater with a diameter of over a kilometer was revealed. The crater was bottomless, and its edges were still collapsing, emitting a terrifying rumbling sound.

At the bottom of the giant pit, Qin Ye, shrouded in deep, dark energy flames, held the Thousand Blades in his hand.

At the tip of the blade, the mangled body of Madara Uchiha lay on the ground, a slightly manic, bitter smile on his lips.

Countless fragments of impure earth, like fireflies summoned, slowly gathered towards him.

If it weren't for his impure body, this attack would have been enough to kill him.

"What kind of technique is that?"

Madara Uchiha stared at the body before him, its surface shrouded in black light and shadow, and voiced his inner question with an unusually inquisitive tone.

Qin Ye knew that the other party was asking about the Flame Soul state, not the Eight Gates Formation, but he had no interest in answering.

A strange, deep blue flame flowed down his wrist and onto the Thousand Blades covered in black flames, weaving into eerie patterns.

Seeing this, Madara Uchiha felt his soul tremble.

Recalling the tragic state of Tobirama Senju before he vanished, he suddenly clasped his hands together.

"Wood escape, the world of flowers and trees has arrived!"

In an instant, the entire giant pit trembled violently, and countless thick vines burst forth from the ground like giant pythons, growing wildly with overwhelming force.

In the blink of an eye, the area within a radius of ten miles was covered by a sea of ​​trees.

At the tops of those towering trees, enormous flower buds swelled and bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the petals fully open, a dense stream of pale yellow pollen gushes out from the stamen, instantly enveloping the entire sea of ​​trees in a hazy yellow hue.

Qin Ye shattered the vines that were wrapped around him, and with each breath, specks of pollen entered his nostrils.

Instantly, he felt the surging primordial energy within his body begin to calm down strangely, as if boiling oil had been doused with cold water. At the same time, an irresistible drowsiness washed over him like a tide, causing his body to sway involuntarily.

"Although Hashirama is weak-willed, his Wood Release technique is quite powerful. Feeling weak all over? Heh, I had the same feeling back then."

Madara Uchiha, whose reanimated body had been largely restored, slowly stood up, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

Wood Release has always been exclusive to Hashirama Senju. The reason he was able to use it was because he had bitten off a piece of flesh from Hashirama Senju's body during their battle.

After further research and culture of the cells, they were transplanted into his own body.

That's why I mastered Wood Release.

Qin Ye ignored Madara Uchiha's words. He held his breath, and the runic fire within his body burned fiercely like a furnace, gradually burning away the pollen that had invaded his body.

Each wisp of flame seemed to have a life of its own, flowing through the meridians and refining the weakened body.

At this moment, Madara Uchiha's reanimated body had been completely restored, with only the tattered armor fragments slowly coalescing in the air, piecing themselves back together piece by piece as if time had reversed.

He ripped off his armor, revealing his cracked upper body. On his left chest, near his heart, a strange face was clearly protruding. The outline of that face was eight parts similar to that of Hashirama Senju, and the former majesty could still be faintly seen in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, Madara Uchiha advanced, a semi-transparent halo rising in front of his palm, and went straight for Qin Ye's neck.

Snapped!
When Madara Uchiha's palm touched Qin Ye's body, which was surrounded by black flames, there was no burning scene as expected.

On the contrary, the flickering black flames, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, turned into wisps of light and were swallowed up by the translucent halo.

Even the black and red energy that leaked out due to the opening of the Eight Gates was slowly absorbed, like rivers flowing into the sea.

"In terms of combat strength, you are the most outstanding junior I have ever seen. It's a pity that you made the wrong choice."

Madara Uchiha shook his head, looking slightly disappointed.

He quite admired the young man in front of him; his demeanor and abilities reminded him of himself when he was young.

The only problem is that he couldn't use them, so he had no choice but to kill them.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly paused.

Then a sudden change occurred!

Then, Madara Uchiha's impure body began to expand strangely, and a deep, eerie flame flickered and flowed through its surface.

The next second, his impure body exploded, first his arms, then his chest and abdomen, and finally even his head was smashed into tiny fragments.

The violent black flames, like a ferocious beast breaking free of its cage, tore his body apart completely from the inside out, rising wildly in the air.

"how come!?"

As the remnants of the Impure Earth coalesced to form Madara Uchiha's head, a startled cry escaped his lips.

For the first time, an emotion called 'confusion' appeared in those two Rinnegan eyes.
He didn't understand why his body had suddenly exploded, and a sense of lingering fear arose in his heart as he pondered the situation.

Fortunately, he was in a defiled body at the moment; if he were in a flesh and blood body, he would probably be dead by now.

This destructive power erupted from within, leaving no time for anyone to react.

The power within him? Was it because of that black flame?
Madara Uchiha abruptly raised his eyes, staring at the sword-wielding figure shrouded in dark energy flames, and said sharply:
"What kind of power is this?" The other party's body was full of this power yet remained unharmed, while he only absorbed a small amount and his body exploded.

What kind of power is this? He can't even touch it!

Qin Ye twisted his neck, having no interest in wasting words, and pierced Uchiha Madara's head with the Thousand Blades Blade.

An eerie deep blue followed, instantly engulfing it.

"what!!!"

The filthy debris fell away with a soft rustling sound, leaving only a head with distorted features and engulfing flames.

Unsurprisingly, a shrill scream echoed through the forest, the searing pain searing the soul, a pain even a powerful figure like Uchiha Madara could not withstand.

Only then did Qin Ye slowly speak:
"The power of runic fire is beyond what your impure body can bear. It's just that you are too arrogant."

If Madara Uchiha were to strike and severely injure him the moment he becomes weakened by inhaling pollen, he would be completely helpless, and the outcome would be uncertain.

But this guy chose to use the Hungry Ghost Path to devour the energy in his body.

This is pure suicide.

In his Flame Soul state, runic fire covers his entire body, and he possesses more than just primordial energy.

Madara Uchiha should be glad that he didn't absorb it for too long, otherwise, if he had triggered the power of the Blade Master within him, he probably wouldn't have even had a chance to speak.

boom--

At that moment, a figure leaped down from the top of the dense forest, landing heavily and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hashirama Senju stood at the edge of the pit, his brows furrowed as he stared at the head writhing in agony amidst the deep blue flames. His familiar face was now contorted with pain.

This battle brought him so much shock.

First, the young man displayed a fire giant and an abnormally strong Eight Gates formation.

Next came Madara's Wood Release technique, which Madara had no idea when he had learned.

This world of flowering trees is in no way inferior to it.

He originally planned to wait until the two of them came out of the pit before making any plans, but then he heard Ban's heart-wrenching screams.

His nemesis, who was once his equal, was defeated.

Moreover, they suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of a young junior.

Qin Ye glanced sideways at the motionless Hashirama Senju: "What? You want to save him?"

Hashirama Senju closed his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

He sighed and shook his head: "Let him return to dust, to ashes."

His voice carried an indescribable weariness and relief.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ye's violent energy began to gradually subside.

The Eight Gates Formation was deactivated, and the black flames receded from his muscular body like a receding tide, revealing the sharply defined muscle lines beneath.

He wasn't worried at all that Hashirama Senju would take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack; even Madara Uchiha wouldn't do such a thing, let alone Hashirama Senju.

One is arrogant, the other is gentle.

The two stood there in silence, watching the soul within the head enveloped in deep blue flames slowly dissipate.

As the flames flickered, Madara Uchiha's final expression froze on a complex, bitter smile, as if mocking something, or perhaps bidding farewell.

In the end, even that trace completely disappeared. The impure soil was removed, Madara's face vanished, leaving only the White Zetsu's corpse lying quietly in place.

Gazing at the dust that had completely obliterated his former best friend, a trace of melancholy flashed in Hashirama Senju's deep eyes.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and when he turned his gaze to Qin Ye, his tone had returned to its usual calm:

"Young man, can we talk this out calmly now?"

With a flick of his wrist, Qin Ye sent the Thousand Blades precisely sliding into its sheath.

He took out a brand new black robe from his pouch and put it on, the hem of the robe swaying gently in the breeze.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About Konoha."

Before Hashirama Senju could finish speaking, Qin Ye interrupted him: "Go talk to Nagato about Konoha's problems. He's the village chief. Whether you believe it or not, there's something I need to tell you beforehand: Nagato and Konan's goal is to eliminate war in this world and achieve true peace."

"Is that so? So those two children are aiming for that?" Hashirama Senju paused, muttering to himself.

"So, you can go and tell them what you want to talk about and how you want to talk about it. I'm not interested in listening," Qin Ye said calmly, then suddenly changed the subject: "Also, they are my friends."

The meaning of the last half of the sentence is quite obvious.

They are my friends. Even if you two can't reach an agreement, think it through before you take action.

Having witnessed Qin Ye's strength, Hashirama Senju naturally understood that even if negotiations broke down, he would never easily kill Nagato and Konan.

It wasn't because they were afraid of Qin Ye, but because they believed he had the ability to destroy Konoha.

After leaving those words, Qin Ye's figure gradually blended into the shadows and eventually disappeared.

With Madara Uchiha gone, no one in this world can stand in his way anymore. As for Obito Uchiha and Black Zetsu, they are nothing but clowns who can't cause any trouble.

Next, we just have to wait for Kakuzu to bring back news of the Seven-Tails.

Seeing him leave, Hashirama Senju didn't linger for long.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the spot where the spots had disappeared, and then strode towards Konoha.

After the two people's presence completely disappeared, strange ripples suddenly appeared on the ground.

Two figures slowly emerged; they were none other than Uchiha Obito and Zetsu, who had been hiding for some time.

They stared at the White Zetsu's mangled body, each lost in their own thoughts, a suffocating silence filling the air.

Obito Uchiha slowly bent down, his black-gloved fingertips picking up a pinch of grayish-white Edo dust, fine dust falling from between his fingers.

"Ban is dead."

His voice was rough, as if it had been sanded, and his Adam's apple bobbed laboriously beneath the mask.

"Yes, he's actually dead." Black Zetsu's gloomy voice spread through the air: "The invincible Uchiha Madara was actually killed by a brat who appeared out of nowhere. That strange flame could actually burn the soul. Now he can't even use Edo Tensei."

“We don’t have a single tailed beast in our possession right now. The Eye of the Moon Plan…” Obito Uchiha shook his head, his tone somewhat somber.

"You're planning to give up?" Black Zetsu's voice suddenly rose, his body writhing uneasily. "The Rinnegan is still here, and the Gedo Mazo is still here. There's always a way."

(End of this chapter)