This Fusang's knife technique was originally a sharp and fierce, a knife of life and death that could be seen at a glance, and it was unique in terms of killing. And now Sen Luo is pranayama, adjusting his demonic power, sensing the changes of the other party, and when the decisive moment comes, he will swing that killer knife.

The ghost-faced armor in front of him is not a thing of this world, and Sen Luo already knows this. All he had to do now was find the connection with the ghost, cut it off, and let the guy go back to the Demon Realm. Neither side has ever thought about peace talks, and Sen Luo is probably also infected by the extremes of this country, and what he wants to do now is to cut it in two.

The skeletal warrior slowly crossed the cheek bone on his right side with the blade upward, and he made a posture with the tip of the knife forward, the blade facing the sky, the skeletal eyes were without eyelids, and he always looked at the armor that rose and fell in the black demonic aura. But the demonic energy on Sen Luo's body gradually thinned and gradually disappeared, and the skeletal warrior seemed to have turned into a dead thing.

The recovery of the Ghost Face Armor was very fast, and the huge wound on the warrior's waist was sealed by black demonic energy and green liquid, but it still left a huge knife mark. The ghost-faced warrior raised his sword above his head with both hands, and when he put out the posture of the upper stage, he let out a beast-like roar, and when he stepped out, he slashed down with a single step.

This knife carried the cutting light formed by the huge demonic qi, forming a violent storm of blades, enveloping Sen Luo. Shimizu Hime, who was in the rear, let out a scream and rushed directly towards Sen Luo. "Cloud 。。。。。。" Sen Luo's tone sounded melodiously, and then he swung his knife, which first sank slightly, and then slammed upward. The sword light is like a swimming fish, passing through the huge blades of the Ghost-faced Armored Samurai and the storm of blades attached to them.

"The Sword." Sen Luo's words had already fallen, and the fish-like sword light took Sen Luo himself and dissociated himself from the blade storm in front of him. This storm of blades that could turn most of the courtyard into ashes turned into harmless points of light in front of Sen Luo—the demonic energy that sustained these blades had been cut off. Soon Sen Luo had already come to the opponent's huge demonic qi blade, and in just a flash, the opponent's demonic qi blade had already been shattered. "It's too complicated, you should be a little more refined." Sen Luo's words fell, and the knife he swung was just completed—Sen Luo was swinging the knife while wandering.

The blade of this knife is facing the sky, basically forming a sixty-degree angle with Sen Luo's forehead, and at this point, this "Cloud Yao Tai Knife" has been completed. There is no pyrotechnics, no magnificent spectacle, just a knife. The movement of the ghost-faced armor on the opposite side had stopped, and with a sharp shattering sound, the knife began to crumble into the metal on it.

Sen Luo didn't continue to pose, he took a step back, put away his sword, and then looked at the Ghost Mask Armored Warrior on the other side to continue. The sword in the samurai's hand quickly shattered, and soon the entire sword was only a bare hilt, and even the hilt was shattering. The metal of the blade that fell down rusted as it touched the ground, turning into rusty residue. The strong red body of the warrior in the ghost-faced armor was also constantly drying up, and the ghost-faced armor was also rapidly losing its luster, as if it had experienced decades of wind and frost in a short moment.

The Devil-Faced Armor finally fell to the ground, and the red-skinned samurai had already turned into light smoke in the morning. Sen Luo walked over to the Ghost Face Armor that had fallen to the ground, and he looked down at the armor. The original ghost face has disappeared without a trace, and has reverted to the appearance of the rotten and rusty black majesty. Sen Luo crouched down and touched the armor with his hand, and under his hands, the mere force of wiping away the dust had caused the things to collapse and turn into something like rotting ashes. At this time, Shimizu Ji had just rushed to Sen Luo's side.

"It's hard to rush over with demonic energy." Sen Luo didn't turn his head and said to Shimizu Hime, "This guy has been cut back. I don't think it will please even in the Demon Realm - I've heard that the Demon Realm is a realm of lawlessness, and the law of the jungle eats the strong. The skeleton stood up and turned around, "This ghost was chased by me with a knife, it should be that the body did not get any benefits, as for the multiple injuries, will it be killed in the demon world?" I don't know. ”

His hand moved, motioning for Shimizu to step back, and then Mori Luo faced the half-collapsed Buddha hall head-on. "That。。。。。。 Never mind. Sen Luo muttered, and then he simply turned around, grabbed Shimizu Hime, and at the entrance to this courtyard, he swung his knife and cut off the dead wood above his head, sandwiched it against the wall that had not yet collapsed, and then sat cross-legged underneath.

"No, you don't need any wine。。。。。。" "Come with me to enjoy the moon." It's a pity that there is no piano here. But Sen Luo's finger wrote on the ground, "There are people in the Buddha Hall, and they have been snooping for a long time." "The sentences of the kanji, Shimizu Hime, who is an Oiran, can understand.

Sen Luo raised his head slightly, his eyes were facing the moon, and the wind blew the clouds, like a galloping horse, constantly flowing in front of the moon. The wind blows the bamboo, and a bleak tone like shakuhachi is heard. I am afraid that someone deliberately cut down the bamboo in the right place. The "person" in the Buddha hall, Sen Luo could feel the breath of "death" similar to himself on his body, and this one was not a "living person". It's just that it's not as good as Sen Luo, who can be regarded as a ghost turned into a pure "dead man".

'This resentment 。。。。。。' The skeletal warrior thought, "This resentment is very powerful, I'm afraid it takes great resentment to form the 'ghost' in the Buddha hall, right?" There is no demonic energy on this one's body, not a living person but no demonic energy, Sen Luo doesn't know what this is, but maybe it's difficult to surpass such an existence even if it's overdue.

"As long as he doesn't come out, it's probably all right. It's just a pity, do you want to ask about the situation of the Jade of the Four Souls? "As a bone warrior, and perhaps also a sword master, Sen Luo is also difficult to decide, and in his heart, he is not willing to start a battle - wielding that "Cloud Shine Sword" is by no means easy for Sen Luo, and there is no loss in one thing. All his essence and spirit are concentrated in that sword, and now Sen Luo can only maintain the form of a skeleton - he is also worried that if he is scattered, no one knows what kind of action that one will make, and he himself will not care at that time, but it is difficult to say - Sen Luo also thinks that one day, he may be able to find the Dharma Ni who can liberate Shimizu Ji and become a Buddha - the "deliciousness" of this spirit wine is enough for him to do so.