It happened so suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the spider-headed man's vanishing ashes.

Whether it is a ghost hunter or a ghost, they all know very well that fighting a ghost at night without a Japanese wheel knife is equivalent to suicide.

Only the Nihon Knife, a weapon built with jade steel, can truly kill the ghost.

The Nichiren Knife can be said to be the second life of the ghost hunter.

No matter how good the other weapons are, without the addition of Yugang, even if they cause great damage to a creature like a ghost, they can't really kill a ghost.

Referring to the weapons of this era, of course.

There is a person who can kill the ghost without using the Hinawa sword, and this matter must be reported to the Lady of No Misery!

Tired finally felt a great danger in this man, this man was able to kill the ghost with his bare hands, that is, the natural enemy of the ghost, and he must not be allowed to live.

Every second that this man lives will make the ghost clan more dangerous!

Escape!

He had the idea in his heart and immediately began to implement it.

Thin, strong white translucent silk threads stretched out from the boy's fingertips, light as nothing, but tough as steel wire.

Sometimes, Dio will also sigh at the miracle of the creator, the blood ghost magic of this world, it is too amazing.

Void creation, ordinary ghosts are so powerful, think about it as the origin of ghosts, Oni Dance Tsuji is not miserable, it should be stronger, right?

He was looking forward to it, Onimai Tsuji was powerful, and Dio wanted to see it.

This was a milestone in his conquest of the world, and he hoped that he would meet him sooner, but he also felt that it was safer to continue collecting breathing.

Real opportunities are for those who are prepared, Dio is confident in himself, but he will never underestimate the enemy, after seeing the strength of the pillar and the twelve ghost moons, he roughly estimated the strength of the ghost dance Tsuji.

It's definitely much stronger than the current self, but his own ripples are ghosts, so he can defeat the ghosts so easily.

Collecting breathing methods and fusing the power of ripples is the most important goal of Dior, and the rest of defeating Onimai Tsuji or conquering the world are only incidental goals.

If he hadn't done a good job, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to send him to death, he really couldn't, and Dio wouldn't care about face, he would run away directly, and he would have the opportunity to take revenge again.

He is not a warrior, he has no blood feud, his only goal is immortality, and in order to do so, he can grudgingly accept becoming a vampire.

It's just that there is a better path now, and Dio disdains this kind of path, if there is no system, maybe he will bring a stone ghost face when he is about to age.

To put it bluntly, Dio and Onimai Tsuji are actually people all the way!

"Die!"

With a wave of his tired hand, these flexible silk threads were drawn towards Dior like whips, and an air explosion sounded out of thin air!

But what about that?

Dior raised his hand and easily blocked the silk thread.

"Fooled!"

The silk thread is made by blood demon magic, and this silk thread can be extended or shortened at will with the tired mind.

Ten fingers trembled slightly, and the threads penetrated into Dio's body with a cracking sound, bringing up a bead of blood.

"Haha, that's it, your body will be controlled by me!"

"Idiot!"

The slight tingling sensation had no effect on Dio at all, no matter how powerful his flesh was, it was difficult for the pillar to pierce his muscle armor, and the tired blood demon magic was defeated by him, just shallowly pierced into the muscles, and was caught by the tense muscles.

The silk threads were still trying to move forward in their muscles, and Dior could clearly feel the tingling sensation of a foreign body entering his body.

He naturally wouldn't explain his abilities to the enemy when he was fighting, but he just sneered disdainfully, and the ripples directly erupted with all his strength, and his body supported a layer of faint golden flames, and the silk threads made by the blood ghost technique immediately melted under the contact of the ripples.

Ripples, can not only be used with fists, people can use ripples all over the body, as long as the physique is strong enough, the ripple energy generated by breathing is enough, people can even be like the sun, emitting blazing light.

Kaz is the most obvious example in his memory, he only saw Er Qiao's ripples, and immediately learned to use them, and strengthened them to the strength of the sun, if he continued to strengthen, maybe his ripple strength could surpass the sun!

"Block him!"

At the critical moment, tiredness finally exposed the cruel nature of the ghost, and he ordered the remaining three to go up to block the knife for him, while he retreated, and the silk thread shot at the trees behind him under control.

As long as he delays Dior for a few seconds, he can use the woods to throw the ghost hunters away like a fish in the sea, a bird flying in the sky, and Spider-Man walking around a building, and escape without a trace!

It's a pity that these ghosts are all the existences he maintains with brutality and terror, and now that the catastrophe is coming, they will fly separately, how can they help him resist the enemy.

Their fathers, who were nominally stronger than them, were all killed with a single punch, and they were weaker, and they were afraid that they would not be beaten into small cakes with a single punch.

Run?

No, no, this man is too close, I'm afraid that if he tries to escape, he will be killed.

And I heard that there were two pillars standing not far away, and even if they didn't want to die, they didn't think they could escape under the noses of the pillars.

Then stay honest for now, wait for this powerful man to kill him, and maybe he can still kneel and beg for mercy, and beg for life under his mercy. Although they made a move, they didn't do their best, and they didn't hurt this man at all, so they shouldn't have wasted that last chance.

Facts have proved that the judgment of the three ghosts is still relatively wise.

Dior was too close to them!

"Muda!"

At the moment when he retreated with a tired voice, Dio punched out, and the powerful force collapsed the tired nose bone, a large fist mark appeared in the middle of his face, his brain was vibrating back and forth in the cranial cavity, and bright red blood dripped down his chest.

Tired and black, his consciousness was blurred, and the blood ghost technique was immediately interrupted, and the silk thread that was about to pierce the tree floated down softly.

The strength of the Twelve Ghost Moons was really strong enough, and the strength of the other ghosts was very different, and the ripples erupted in his body, and they actually began to heal themselves quickly again, until the power of the ripples was exhausted.

"Boy, although I don't bully children, but for the enemy, I will not have a trace of softness, I only think about running away now, it's too late, you are within my attack range!!

Wryyyyyyyyy！！！ ”

Of course, this is not the end, the surging qi and blood surged, and Dior's muscles, which had already surpassed ordinary people, expanded again, showing a strange sense of disobedience, which destroyed the original physical beauty and slowed down the speed, but the strength increased again.

Tired of being beaten by this punch, he fell to the ground and lost the opportunity to escape, and he shouted in horror:

"No!"

At this time, Dio had already ridden on his body, and the ****-like attack was like a divine punishment from the gods, ravaging every inch of his tired body crazily!

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big wood

The tired petite body is like a boat in the stormy waves, easily knocked down by the waves, and it is difficult to roll in it to survive.

With each punch, the white body immediately turned bruised and red, and the sound of broken muscles and bones was endless, and if the fist repeatedly hit the bruised, the muscles would erod, and the blood would immediately splash out of these wounds, and then slowly dissipate in the golden light.

"Mr. Dior, this is too brutal!"

Butterfly Shinobi has always liked to brutally poison ghosts, and in the face of this scene, he still can't bear to look at it directly.

In such a situation, who is the real evil spirit?