The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

"If you want to beat Gaara with sand, it will definitely be a hard fight." Bu Feihua gritted his teeth and squeezed this sentence from his teeth.

"You must find a way to make a poem of high enough grade to be able to compete with it."

At this time, Gaara slowly raised a right hand towards Step Extraordinary, and at the same time the huge Calabash lid behind him disappeared instantly, and endless grit gushed out of Calabash.

These sands can be called massive amounts, and all of them are suspended in mid-air at this time, and the sky looks like an incomparable horror as it shields the sun.

"Gaara, stop!" Kankuro couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to stop it.

"You should be enough. You can't release the sand waterfall burial here, they will all die!"

"Shut up!" Gaara turned his head, staring at Kankuro coldly, and spit out these two words.

"No matter what nonsense, I will kill you too!" Gaara's eyes were full of murderous riots, and there was no hesitation between the words.

"You!" At the same time Kanjirou spoke, his hands had already condensed a string of chakra threads that were as thin as hair, which was attached to the puppet behind him.

But he looked at Gaara's murderous eyes and the vortex of sand under his feet, and finally gave up.

Gaara tilted his head again and fixed his gaze on Bu Huanjing again.

Under his feet, the originally hard soil all turned into soft sand, which turned into a huge whirlpool centered on him, and it was still spreading in all directions.

"Using own chakra, changed the geographical environment here... how is it possible?" A layer of cold sweat leaked out of Shikamaru's forehead. He couldn't believe that Gaara's strength was only a ninja?

"It's simply unmatched!" Ding Ci was also extremely nervous, trembling with fear.

With Gaara as the center, the fifty-meter radius has been turned into a sea of ​​sand, and all these sands drifted into the air, and the sky was full of yellow sand flying, as if they had come to a desert with an extremely harsh environment.

Suddenly, two lumps of sand floated into the air, floating Temari and Kankuro into the air.

Next, Gaara will release his Chakra completely, razing this place to the ground, and then use his most powerful ninjutsu-"Sandfall Funeral"!

Bu Feifan was also extremely nervous at this time, but still remained absolutely calm. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally recited the first sentence of this poem!

"The ancient cold is fishy, ​​and Hu Bing gathers like flies. The chert in the cold sculpture falls on the ice of the Yellow River."

In an instant, the mighty usefulness of the literary spirit in his body continued to circulate beside him, the speed reached an extreme, causing the entire void to begin to shudder.

Wenqi exploded with an incomparably terrifying power. Around him, the void was annihilated in an instant, and countless small black cracks appeared. There was a powerful but silent explosion and annihilation of nothingness.

"Both of these forces are too strong, we must avoid them quickly!"

Shikamaru watched the space slowly being torn apart, and instantly felt fear. He hurriedly grabbed Dingci and Ino who were watching.

"Sakura! Naruto! Get away!"

After hearing Shikamaru's yelling, Sakura and Naruto also slowed down and ran away, trying to avoid Gaara and Bufeihua's battle.

And as Bu Feihua's four poems were being uttered, the whole world became much colder, and a biting chill came.

"The vast and logical city, Zhiyi is thrilled. Casting gold to pray for the autumn sky, and also intending to look at the mausoleum."

Bu Feifei immediately uttered the next few lines of the poem, and a killing aura came out of him, which was extremely obvious and sharp in this silent forest.

He seems to be wearing armor, leading a well-trained army, guarding the peace and silence of the Death Forest.

Gaara slowly narrowed his eyes. He had never seen such a peculiar power before, and he was immediately cautious.

The gravel under his feet began to surge wildly, and the range of the desert began to violently expand, spreading to the feet of Bu Huanzhu.

But Bu Feihua ignored the sand under his feet, and immediately read the next four lines of poem-"The battle bones become dust and fly into the conscript's head. Huang Yun suddenly turned black, and the war ghost cried."

Suddenly, the sky became densely covered with dark clouds, and some decayed bones emerged in this long sandy land, half hidden in the sand.

And in the dense woods, there seemed to be hundreds of ghosts roaring around, making a strange wind, reverberating in the forest, giving people a lingering terror.

"The wind is roaring in the desert, and the fire can't come out. Who is the emperor, sing this border town song."

This Ghost Qi drifted around with the yin wind, and a war song suddenly drifted from a distance.

But I don't know who sang this battle song, and the mellow tone reveals a kind of sadness and wailing from the heart.

"Nani!" Gaara's body shook, and he found that his control of the sand here had weakened a bit.

"Sand-bound hazel!" Gaara said coldly, and suddenly grasped his right hand towards the step.

However, at the moment when the sand under the feet of Bu Feihua flew, it was blocked by a kind of Five Elements power, and it was impossible to wrap Bu Feihua in it, let alone crush it.

"How is this possible?" On Gaara's forehead, a drop of sweat slowly ran down, but it turned into gravel, and then fell finely.

"Hinata Pingsha came out, but still went to Pingsha. Fei Peng fell into the barracks and went to the end of the day."

"The brothel of Emperor Township leans against Xiao Han, singing and blowing up the sky to the moon and flowers. How do you know that the people from Wangxiang,

Every day, the eyes are dripping with blood. "

The moment when two consecutive poems were exported, Tiandi lamented, as if someone was fighting on the battlefield, and after thousands of hardships, he still couldn't return home.

This soldier can only miss his hometown in the distant desert outside the Great Wall alone, and what flows out of his eyes is not tears, but bright red blood!

Bu Feihua said here, he couldn't help feeling sad. From the corner of his eye, there was a drop of red tears slowly rolling down, looking extremely surprised and terrified.

"Wolves are in the clouds, and the Huns love to underestimate the enemy. Leading troops are unknown, but cattle and sheep are swallowing moraine again."

Bu Feifan had already uttered this poem in a slightly crying voice, and at this time a phantom of thousands of horses emerged behind him. Coercion.

The smoke billowed out, covering the sky, and an extremely depressed feeling emerged in people's hearts.

"In the severe winter, the river is dry, prostitute Yao to go deep.

The blood of war was stained with yellow sand, and the wind blew and reflected the sky. "

Bu Feihua trembled and read the last sentence. Suddenly, the sky shook and the mountains and rivers broke apart!

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