The form of the poem of the plague after the beginning of the solution is undoubtedly closer to the claw than the knife. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the cognition of the empty mole, the claw technique is generally a kind of crazy and bloody combat method, among which the best ones are such as the Eight Divine Stream Ancient Martial Arts of the Eight God Nunnery, Mei Chaofeng's Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and Stephen Chow's Immortal Grape Picking.

Ahem, it seems to have mixed in with something strange, but to get back to the point, this fighting style of claw is undoubtedly closer to the crooked way than the more common fists, palms, legs, and the like.

However, the poem of the plague in front of him showed another form of claw technique to the empty mole.

I saw that its figure was erratic, and it was still retreating one moment the next, but it had already appeared behind the empty mole in the next second, and a claw attacked.

With the blood-stained face of the Epidemic Poem and the dress, she has an indescribable evil charm at this time, but she doesn't feel a trace of madness in the face of her empty mole, but feels like a dancer dancing on this blood-colored grassland.

The dark red blades on his hands emitted a faint light, leaving bands of light in the air with the actions of the Epidemic Verse, and the Plague Verse's every move was graceful and gorgeous, just like the death that gradually struck.

Originally, because of the power of the Epidemic Verse, the empty mole was still confident that the other party would only dare to attack him from a distance, so he desperately rushed in front of the other party, and just when he thought the victory was decided, he found that he had always underestimated the terrible ability of the Epidemic Verse.

Not only did the strength of the arm not be strengthened, but the bones in it exploded, breaking through the limits of muscle and skin in an instant, and the tip struck at his skull like a stabbing sword.

Or his muscles became rocky and he couldn't move at all.

Or the sudden appearance of numerous hypertrophies in one area.

Or the sudden heightened sensation of pain makes it feel as if it was being subjected to pain even when it stands.

Even those who don't know how to work let the wound rot in a matter of seconds.

It was only at this time that he realized that his understanding and use of the ability of the Poetry of the Epidemic were still too low-level, and even if he researched more strengthening methods, it was still just staying at the same stage.

"You don't have to deliberately learn my skills, only what you understand is the most suitable for you." Seeing the stunned appearance of the empty mole, the plague poet knew what he was thinking, and suddenly reminded him.

"Cut.... Even if you deliberately learn it, it's not something that can be mastered in a short period of time. The empty mole spat out a cloud of blood in its mouth, and then without a pause in his hand, he picked up a scalpel-like slashing knife and slashed at his own wound.

But it's Hantaro Yamada's gourd pill, which has the power to absorb wounds instantly.

It is precisely by relying on this almost his natural nemesis that he has come to this point, and when the wound scratched by the poem of the plague itself is removed by the gourd pill, all kinds of physical visions caused by that power will also end in an instant.

"Heh... It's a bit of a plague like your name..... No, this is directly to the point of Resident Evil. He threw the gourd into his mouth and bit it, after all, although the knife was extremely important at this time, it was not suitable for combat, and then the empty mole flew again to avoid the attack of the plague poem.

"The most terrifying thing about the so-called plague is naturally the desperate rate of infection, isn't that exactly what you are doing in the Corpse Soul Realm now?" The Plague Poetry chuckled, but a dark red ball of light gathered in her hand again, and then turned into a pillar of energy and attacked the Sky Mole.

"What did I do...? Do you mean strengthening those people? Let those who should not be given the power of swastika be solved? Barely dodging the blow, the empty mole was also a little puzzled by the other party's topic.

"Because the intervention of external forces makes people who should not die die, and because the intervention of external forces gives strength to people who should not be strengthened, aren't they all means of treating human beings as playthings."

Listening to the words of the poem of the plague, the empty mole thought of something thoughtfully, but at this time, he had already touched a blade in his hand that he had been looking for, and he pulled it out without bothering to answer.

"Roar, Snake Tail Maru!" I saw a viper-like blade stretched out violently, like a poisonous snake, attacking the poem of the plague at a tricky angle.

"The power that a knife has and the power you can wield are different after all." The Poetry of the Plague moved slightly, and the menacing pit viper knife was flicked away.

"Baboon teeth!" The moment the blade was flicked open, each blade snapped, and then slashed at the Plague Poetry from countless different angles under the traction of the empty mole.

"Look, that's definitely not the way the original owner would have used it." The Poetry of the Plague spoke in a relaxed tone, and just propped up a circle of spiritual power shields beside her to crotch these blades.

"Ah, I kind of know what you're trying to say." Of course, the Sky Mole understands that the Poetry of the Epidemic has been guiding him all along, allowing him to have a deeper understanding of the power of the Slashing Sword.

A snake tail pill that had no blade in his hand was gone, and the empty mole pulled out several blades from his side in a row without looking.

"Six-claw flow!"

I saw that the empty mole held three knives in each hand, and with the strength of his fingers, he sandwiched each knife between his fingers, and from a distance it looked like two huge and brutal giant claws.

"CRAZY STREAM!"

When the Plague Verse blocked the Snake Tail Pill, the moment the vision was blocked, the stormy slash had arrived, it was an indomitable attack that completely gave up the defense, and countless slashes turned into a whirlwind to wrap the Plague Verse.

In the midst of the hurricane, the dark red spiritual shield was like a small boat that could be swallowed by the storm at any time, but no matter how fierce the storm was, the small boat never wavered.

"No! Still not enough! "The offensive in the hands of the empty mole is non-stop, his spiritual power is equal to the other party, and his sword skills are equal to the other party, but in terms of understanding the power of the sword sword, he is not the opponent of the poem of the epidemic at all, and there is only one way he can think of.

"More knives are needed! I can't fight you in terms of quality, so use the quantity to solve it! ”

More knives, two if one doesn't work, three if two don't work........

I don't know when it started, a trace of dark red light has already emanated from the empty mole's body, enveloping the surrounding slashing knife stuck in the ground.

The movements of the empty mole's hands began to slow down, and the sweat and blood had blurred his eyes, but the thin spiritual shield in front of him was still strong.

"Absolutely... Can't lose! Recalling the deep feeling of powerlessness before, a trace of strength suddenly surged out of the almost exhausted body of the empty mole, and he opened his mouth violently and roared.

And the blades all over the ground were also in an instant, as if in response to his call, all of them automatically unsheathed from the ground and suspended in mid-air, and the blades wrapped in countless dark red lights stayed quietly in the air beside him.

Almost subconsciously, the empty mole reached out and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the overwhelming slashing knife had already submerged the figure of the poem of the epidemic.

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Well, the concept of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse actually existed at the beginning, but I didn't think too much about it at the time, I just applied it a little, but I found that the meaning was a little far from the end of the writing.... Hm.... It's not a good idea for yourself...... Let me think about whether I should just eat the last few chapters and change the name...