"Desert funeral!" I Airo stood on the sand ball, flying in the air in a bit of embarrassment, his hands clasped together, and the sand on the ground was like the monstrous maw of a beast, devouring the four generations of wind shadows in one gulp.

'Boom! But the shining sand gold broke through the sand, and the four generations of Kazekage stood on the golden dragon composed of sand gold, chasing after Iara, and the dense wounds on his body were rapidly recovering.

"You have indeed become stronger, and you have surpassed me, but now that I am a filthy earth, no matter how mortal I am injured, I will not die...", said the fourth generation of Kazekage.

"Boom!" But before the four generations of Wind Shadow could finish speaking, they saw a hundred-meter-long, sword-like sand blade cut down, cutting the four generations of Wind Shadow in half connected to the golden dragon under him.

“！！” My Airo and the four generations of Kazekage were both startled, and looked at the person who suddenly killed in some dismay.

I saw that this person was wearing a suit, a mink coat, a golden hook on his right hand, a cigar in his mouth, a big back comb, and a lofty attitude, looking at everyone with his eyes, so that everyone could feel the contempt in his eyes and the feeling of no one in his eyes.

"Lord Sand Crocodile?" I cried out in some surprise.

That's right, this sudden kill of Cheng Biting Jin is none other than the former Seven Martial Seas, the sand crocodile Klockdal.

"Little ghost, it's so embarrassing for you to use sand like this, sand is not what you use." Crockdahl said to my Airo.

"Shalan!!" Crockdahl said, raising his hand, and a small tornado swirled over his palm.

Crockdahl waved his hand, and the tornado rose against the wind, and in just a few breaths, the huge tornado was tens of millions of meters high, connecting the sky and the earth, and the huge suction force rolled up the surrounding things, whether it was sand or sand gold, all of them were sucked into the tornado.

"Stand back! Hurry back!! The surrounding ninjas retreated one after another, away from the range of the tornado.

Under the suction of this huge tornado, I Airo and the four generations of Kazekage couldn't control the sand, and I Airo immediately drove the sand under his feet to fly away from the tornado.

The four generations of Kazekage also wanted to escape, but the direction of the tornado was the location of the four generations of Kazekage, and the speed of the tornado was extremely fast, and as soon as the four generations of Kazekage wanted to escape, he was swept into the tornado, and the body of the filthy earth was shattered, and the speed of being destroyed by the tornado far exceeded the speed of his recovery.

"Hahaha! That's the real power! Crockdahl flew in front of the tornado, looking up to the sky and laughing.

With a smile, the golden hook in Krokdal's right hand waved, and it was like a tornado of the apocalypse, which instantly dissipated and turned into a breeze, and all the sand, gravel, grass and trees that were swept up by the tornado also fell to the ground, including the four generations of Wind Shadow who were rolled into pieces and were recovering their bodies.

"You are too weak, the so-called weakness is a sin..."When the four generations of Wind Shadow fell, he suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and the whole person stopped in mid-air, Crockdahl picked up the four generations of Wind Shadow and said in his mouth.

"Magnetic Escape, Broken Glass!" But before Klockdahl could finish his words, he saw countless sand gold surging up, enveloping Klockdahl, and the sand gold trembled violently and squeezed inward.

The trick of the four generations of wind shadow is very similar to the sandstorm funeral of my Airo, but the broken glass can not only crush the enemy with pressure, but the violently trembling sand gold is like a meat grinder, which will grind the people inside into meat puree,

“！！” But then, the four generations of Kazekage showed a stunned expression, his broken glass had been squeezed to the limit, but he didn't see a trace of blood.

Crokdal, who was shattered by the broken glass, his body was directly sandified, and in the surprised eyes of the four generations of Kazekage, countless flying sand condensed and turned into the appearance of Shackrokdal, and Crockdahl's left hand kept grabbing the neck of the four generations of Kazekage, and never let go.

"Sadly weakling, the real strength of the sand is dryness," said Klockdahl.

With Klockdahl's words, the water in the body of the four generations of Kazekage in Krokdahl's hands was rapidly evaporating, and the four generations of Kazekage turned into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago at this time, but the four generations of Wind Shadow were immortal filthy earth bodies, and their bodies were recovering rapidly, but the dry sucking followed the recovery of the filthy earth body, allowing the four generations of wind shadows to continue to maintain the state of mummies.

In Klockdahl's hands, the four generations of Wind Shadow were powerless, unable to move a trace of chakra, and there was no longer any threat.

"This power..."The four generations of Kazekage showed a surprised expression.

"Seal!" Seeing that Klockdar stopped the four generations of Wind Shadows, I Airo immediately waved his hand, and a cloud of sand wrapped around the Four Generations of Wind Shadows, and the sealing spell on it sealed the four generations of Wind Shadows.

It's going on here, but the situation on the battlefield over there is very bad.

The third generation of the old man of Tsuchikage is in a mess, tired of dealing with the attacks of the second generation of Tsuchikage, and he almost dies several times, and he is in danger.

"Dust Escape: Origin Stripping Technique!" The second-generation Tsuchikage suddenly appeared in the air above the right of the third-generation Tsuchikage, and the dust shot out.

The three generations of old men Dokage dodged to the side, his sleeves and scarves were interspersed by the dust, and they instantly disintegrated into atoms, and the dust fell to the ground unabatedly, enveloping the hundreds of ninjas on the ground who could not dodge.

"......" There was not a trace of screams, and the hundred ninjas were all broken into atoms in a breath, and disappeared from everyone's sight, as if they had never appeared, not even ashes, and the ninjas around them were sweating in their hearts, and their cold hairs stood up.

There are already nearly a thousand ninjas who have died under the dust of the second generation of Tsuchikage, whether it is a middle ninja or an upper ninja, as long as they are shrouded in dust, they are ten dead.

What's even more tragic is that those ninjas whose bodies are partially shrouded in dust are in a miserable state that people can't bear to look at.

Indeed, as the second generation of Tsuchikage said at the beginning, no matter how many people there are, it is useless to the dust.

If it weren't for the third generation of Tsuchikage's old man, who was desperately entangled, he would let the second generation of Tsuchikage exert his strength and the dust would pass by, and the entire third army would be completely wiped out under the dust of the second generation of Tsuchikage.

The third generation of the old man of Tsuchikage floated in the air, looking around vigilantly, his attention was highly concentrated, and the moment the second generation of the Tsuchikage appeared, the third generation of the old man of the Tsuchikage immediately reacted.

'Click! But the three generations of old men of Tsuchikage made a big move, and suddenly there was a very clear sound of bones rubbing.

"Ahh My waist, actually at such a time...."The three generations of old men of Tsuchikage stiffened, with a painful expression on his face, and reached out to support his waist.

The three generations of old men of Tsuchikage are old, and they are all covered with old diseases, the biggest is his old waist, the old problem of having a waist support, and now at this moment, the old waist suddenly became ill, which is simply his old life.

"Not good!" The three generations of Tsuchikage didn't expect that the three generations of old man Tsuchikage would get sick, and exclaimed, he couldn't control his body, so he could only watch the dusty light appear on his hands.

'Boom! Suddenly, thunder rang out in the air.