Sen Luo's blade was raised, and the turbulence of demonic energy automatically split three feet in front of him, and the skeletal warrior stood unscathed. Behind him, however, there was a "Oops! The woman screamed, and Sen Luo saw that Shimizu Hime, who was a few feet away, was blown further back by the wind that erupted demonic energy—the trees in front of her withered on the wind's side as if they had been scorched or taken of their essence.

The scattered ghost armor in front of him looked as if it had lost its vitality, and the ghost armor that had been split was extremely miserable, and the surface that was originally bright and bright had now become as if it had gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, and the skeleton-like person inside had also been freed from it. This man was still human, but his skin and bones were dry and withered - the poor guy possessed by the demon armor had already died long before Sen Luo fought with the demon armor.

"At this time, if you can exhale a long breath, I'm afraid it's the most appropriate...... What a pity. Sen Luo put the knife into the sheath, but he did not move, nor did he move after saying this. The wind blows through the bamboo forest outside, but it sounds like the bleak tone of shakuhachi. Instead of advancing, the skeletal warrior took a step back, drew his spear with his backhand, and brushed his fingers together over the barrel of the spear.

The souls that had been attached to the spear flew down and seeped into the ground. Sen Luo threw the gun with his backhand, and the ten-character gun fell in front of Shimizu Ji like a meteor, "Take this, you can protect yourself." The skeletal warrior said. Sen Luo's hands naturally drooped and waited quietly.

Unconsciously, a thin layer of flowing pale mist accumulated on the ground, and under the thick mist, the blood shed by the merchants and samurai who had been killed by the demon armor samurai turned black, dry and rotten black, as if a long time had passed. And the bodies of those people also dried up, as if they had been dead for a while.

The wind stirred the bamboo forest, and the sound of shakuhachi became more and more bleak and desolate, and the mist on the ground flowed rapidly, as if there was a whirlpool absorbing it. Senluo's skull turned from side to side, "Invisible and shadowless, only until that moment." "The sword flashed, this is not the fifth generation of Sen Luo's national light, but the long knife that was held in the hand of the ghost armor.

"I see, this time, it should be the appearance of the ontology." Sen Luo said, the front of the knife also fell to the ground like a rusty knife, and now with the flow of demonic energy, it turned into a knife that shone red and was suspended in the air - but now Sen Luo could not break it, because the knife was no longer alive. All the world saw was a projection of the sword in the present world, and in the eyes of Sen Luo, the place was completely empty, and the emptiness coincided with the vision of mortals—this was the unique vision of the Bone Samurai.

The ghost face armor that had been cut in two also slowly floated and recombined in the air, not regaining its original brilliance, but becoming more hideous and terrifying. The original dry corpse inside had also been reduced to ashes, and now wearing this suit was a strong man, his skin showing a bright red luster, and the armor that had covered his whole body was now exposed on the arms and legs of the man's skin—only the face was still under the armor.

"It's true, but now is the time to send you back to that world." Sen Luo looked at the ghost face armor in front of him, and his right hand was already brushing the hilt of the sword. The samurai of the Ghost Face Armor struck first, and directly launched a slash of the rush, and the ghost fire on its body also moved, attaching to the sword, pulling out a series of silent roaring skeletons behind the entire advancing figure.

Sen Luo snorted coldly, just stood still, and when the warrior in the ghost-faced armor struck at a suitable distance, and happened to slash out, about to slash at him, Sen Luo's right hand moved. One step out, the sword light lights up at the same time. "Iai?" It was as if the sound of two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other sounded, and it was the first time the ghost-faced warrior had spoken.

"yes, Iai. It's a pity that I still couldn't kill you directly and let you go back to that place. Sen Luo replied, his double tone echoing, "So you can speak, so let me ask you a question, do you know the whereabouts of the Jade of the Four Souls?" After finishing speaking, Sen Luo had already turned around to face the warrior again, the worn-out barrel on Sen Luo's body had once again appeared a huge crack in the front, even his star pocket, this ghost-faced warrior's sword was not a child's play after all, it was also a martial art that had been tempered and killed countless opponents.

And the ghost-faced warrior had already turned around and confronted Sen Luo again, and there was also a wound on the demon's waist that almost cut it in half, and now a black demonic aura was coming out of that wound, flowing with a strange color-green liquid. The demon didn't say a word, and seemed to have no intention of answering Senro's question at all. The skeletal warrior let out a silent sigh, the demon in front of him was obviously a die-hard guy, and he would not cooperate, seeing what it did was indeed that kind of murderous demon.

Moreover, the opponent's martial arts are not weak, and it is impossible for Sen Luo to defeat it without keeping his hand. Immerse yourself in a duel and slash the youkai in front of you with a single sword, which is the mainstream of this battle. The duel in this kingdom was originally like this, killing and being killed, it was decided in just a few swords. It's the same if both sides are demons, although Sen Luo is a bone frame, but he knows very well that he is not invincible, if the other party crushes his demon qi and destroys his "core", he will also destroy - although he still doesn't remember where his "core" is, but Sen Luo understands that as long as he continues, he can remember more things after all.

And the ghost-faced armored warrior in front of him, its fatality is clearly seen, in his vision, only the ghost face on the front of the armor - this hardest place and the knife, these two are the real fatal points of this body in the world - as long as these two things are cut, then this demon will be kicked back into the demon world again!

That's right, it's not the true body of this ghost-faced warrior here, it's more like some kind of incarnation, I'm afraid it's some kind of demon in the demon world that has attached its will and demonic energy to the original ghost armor of the world across the two realms - just like the kind of ghost armor that Sen Luo had seen removed from the mana monk. The skeletal samurai began to rise with a dark red aura on his bones, and Moriro was ready to go all out and see the difference in the next sword.