Roar~

The earth-shattering tiger roar emanated from Kuroji's body, specifically, from the torture knife in his hand.

The blood-red body was completely locked.

The pitch-black torture knife came out of the black second-hand and turned into a fierce black tiger, and the rows of tiger teeth were the most terrifying blades. In the end, the sword and the tiger completely merged, forming a Megatron tiger head.

Six types of torture knife - tiger mouth skull.

Under the effect of that force, the whole body seemed to be forcibly pressed against the tiger's head.

Seeing that the sharp head was about to be cut off by the sharp guillotine, a pitch-black sword light suddenly shot away like a poisonous snake towards the black two who had left the torture knife.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

However, at this moment, Hei Er Huo Ran turned around. The hands that did not hold the black knife were bent like two long sharp knives.

The torture knife of the torture knife Hei Er is not only talking about the pitch-black long knife in his hand, but it is also talking about Hei Er himself.

Woof~

The fierce barking of the dog resounded in the air.

I saw a brutal black giant beast phantom behind Hei Er, with a dog-headed wolf body and wings on his back. As the ghost of the giant beast merged with the sword condensed by Hei Er's hands, a sharp dog's head appeared between heaven and earth.

The next moment, the murderous soul who attacked Hei Er was completely suppressed by this dog-headed guillotine.

Six Styles of Torture Knife - Tengu Eclipse Day.

Almost at the same time, the dog-headed and tiger-headed guillotines fell at the same time.

Rumble~

The two heads, one black and one red, fell to the ground, and the body of the sword ghost that had lost its restraint turned into a magnificent two-color firework at this moment.

That huge soul wave made the sturdy Black Domain Ghost Ring tremble, making many of the audience in the audience a little frightened and addicted.

It is worthy of the battle of the champions, and it is too difficult to see a battle of this level in normal times. This ticket is worth it.

Not only did the aftermath of the leaked soul power not scare most of the audience, but some people even notified their relatives and friends to hurry over and watch this rare battle through various means.

Feeling the steady stream of people, the broken army who had just spit out a melon seed shell, the smile on his face became even stronger.

But the next moment, his smile disappeared, and the hand holding the melon seeds stopped.

"It's going to be a showdown!"

Pojun said softly.

Sen Ran's ghost aura rose to the sky, and with the demise of the fierce soul and the fierce spirit, the body of the sword ghost Heiyi finally returned from another dimension.

Sword-sharp scales and horns make it look like a humanoid sword. His lifeless white hair was long enough to fall to the ground, and each long hair seemed to be entangled by countless souls, making him look like a terrible ghost from hell. A pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to be condensed with infinite blood.

Senluo Ghost Sword - Sword Ghost Rakshasa

After all, Hei Er still couldn't stop Hei Yi's transformation.

"You've lost!"

Hei Yi's red eyes looked at Hei Er mercilessly.

If you make a quick shot, if you are earlier, your own sword ghost Rakshasa will fail, and this move is really too reluctant. Thankfully, though, it's all over.

Intense fear took over Kuroji's mind.

This is the sword ghost Rakshasa comes with its own spiritual attack. But flies don't bite eggs, if Hei Er really has no fear of the sword ghost Rakshasa in his heart, then this spiritual attack can't have any impact on him at all.

If you don't make a move, it's too late, and it's over.

There was a hint of resoluteness in Hei Er's eyes.

The sharp blade sliced the equally sharp edge of the palm and slid down the palm.

The blood with the blade fused with the torture knife.

A dragon groan sounded. I saw a dragon-shaped phantom appear behind Hei Er, and then merged into his torture knife that had absorbed his blood, and a phantom of a dragon's head slowly formed.

Po Jun's gaze at Hei Er was moved for the first time.

This knife is not simple!

The premise is that it can be cut out!

"Six Styles of Torture Knife - Substitute, Heaven, and Xing......"

The last word of the Dao dissipated between heaven and earth together with the dragon head that was almost about to be formed between heaven and earth.

Hei Er bowed his head with difficulty, and there was an extra arm on his chest, an extremely sharp, ghostly sword arm. The owner of that arm was the sword ghost Rakshasa who appeared behind him at this moment.

A steady stream of blood poured down that arm.

Every drop of blood contained a sharp blade, but it could not cause the slightest damage to that sword arm.

In this battle of ghosts in the black domain, the duel between the sword and the sword, so far, the victory and defeat have been divided.

"Three...... Brother!"

Kuroji, whose consciousness began to blur, the first thought that flashed through his mind.

I'm sorry, third brother, I couldn't avenge you!

"Don't worry, I'll send you down to him now. ”

The cold and ruthless words came from the eldest brother who was connected by blood, the devil who personally cut off the life of his youngest brother, and now he finally wanted to kill his second brother with his own hands.

Perhaps, this is the fate of the black family, and maybe, this is the fate of my torture knife Hei Er.

It's a pity, it's just a little bit. If only I could cut that one. At the very least, they can all die together.

It's a pity that I still couldn't win, I knew earlier, I should have confessed first.

It's a pity,......

Kuroji's consciousness began to blur rapidly.

"The mood swings are so great, it seems that I really don't want to die. ”

The familiar voice was like a ray of light through the infinite darkness, which made the brains of the black two who were thinking thousands of times pause.

How could I hear the phantom sound of the broken army at this time.

Unless, this isn't an illusion.

Thinking about it like this, the intense pain came like a tide, making Hei Er personally feel what it means to be heartbreaking. But at the same time, it also made his vague consciousness a little clear.

Then, he opened his eyes.

He saw a figure standing in front of him.

The pitch-black pupils are like stars, the eyebrows with sideburns are like swords, and there seems to be a monstrous evil aura hidden under the indifferent expression, and the long black hair is windless. Although the whole person is standing in front of him, it gives people a feeling of being as invisible, as ethereal as the clouds.

Break the army.

It's really a broken army.

None of this is an illusion.

Po Jun really stood in front of him, and at this time, the former also firmly grasped the sword arm that ran through his chest. It was precisely because of this that he was not torn to pieces by the infinite sword qi contained in that sword arm for the first time.

"I didn't expect you to come down early. ”

Hei Yi's cold voice crossed Hei Er's body and fell into Po Jun's ears.

"Listen to what you mean, even if I don't come down now, you won't let me go. ”

Po Jun said playfully.

"You are very smart, the only thing that is not smart enough is for me to successfully complete the transformation of the sword ghost Rakshasa. ”

Hei Yi said coldly.

"And do you think you can really save the person I want to kill?"

As soon as Heiyi's voice fell, his sword arm that had been caught by the broken army exploded like a lit cannonball.

(End of chapter)