Nobunaga's ghost army is quite numerous, since the separation of soldiers and peasants, Nobunaga has almost swept the entire world with his professional army that is out of production, and the soldiers who were awakened by him formed Nobunaga's army always have tens of thousands of people, which is Nobunaga's own army. The soldiers rushed out of the camp and slew at the skeletal ghost warrior in front of them. The ghost iron cannon began to roar, and it rained like lead bullets with a strong demonic aura.

However, this is useless, the long knife in Sen Luo's hand does not need to cut off these lead bullets one by one, he just vibrates the beauty under the moon in his hand, this knife seems to conjure up a pink ribbon, and all the lead bullets are silently dissolved, causing them to fall to the ground. Sen Luo's footsteps did not stop, there was no one in front of him, and even those soldiers with spears and swords came to kill, he just turned around at will, and then slashed the other party clearly and clearly.

Until now, Moriro has fought into the formation of a hundred people, but none of these warriors can land on the skeleton samurai, their attacks always interfere with each other inexplicably, or simply twist to attack into the air, and Moriro's attacks are not fast or slow, the movements are very clear, and they seem to be quite casual - almost all of the samurai he kills are low-level samurai, those who lead the squad of soldiers.

Those ordinary onishigaru rushed to a certain range and fell directly to the ground, and the roar of their dead and the melodious shakuhachi sound echoed in the air.

From the camp of Nobunaga's ghost army, the sound of drums was heard, and the soldiers began to shrink and make way for the way forward. At this time, there were more than 100 Nobunaga soldiers who had fallen to the ground and gradually turned to ashes, and the skeletal samurai walked straight ahead, and there was no one in front of him who dared to stand in the way.

These ghost armies all stood behind the rejection of the horse one by one, watching this skeleton ghost walk over like this, but after all, they did not dare to disobey the military order and rush out to duel. That's right, Nobunaga's order was to withdraw the troops and let Moriro pass.

Mori Luo also had no intention of rushing to kill the Ten Thousand Armies, he didn't know if he could kill the ghost army, but he knew that if he could kill Amakusa and close the gate of the Demon Realm, I was afraid that even Nobunaga's ghost army might not be able to support it for long under the blue sky and white sun. Nobunaga himself may have had other support, but he certainly couldn't support his military to continue to exist in the yoshi. So now is not the time to kill Nobunaga, but if he can kill Amakusa and close the gate of the Demon Realm, if this Nobunaga is still wandering in the Yang World one day, Moriro doesn't mind finding him to send him back to the Netherworld.

After passing the blockade of Nobunaga's ghost army, it was not far from the castle of Amakusa. The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, the day was like night, and only the lightning flashing in the clouds occasionally illuminated the earth, and the unquenchable fires that burned on the earth - these burning places used to be inhabited villages - these flames illuminated a small piece of land, where there were not even ghosts, only ashes and night.

Sen Luo walked along the road, and between the light and darkness of the fire, he could see that the sky was not pure black, but almost turned black blood red. The skeletal warrior walked forward in silence, and no second demon slayer or monk appeared in his senses. "But there are enemies?" Moriro looked at the mound of the corpses of the samurai and monks in front of him, and under the light of the lightning, the figures full of madness danced wildly on the pile of corpses.

The next moment, the figure suddenly disappeared from above, and when it reappeared, it was already not far from Senluo.

This guy has long hair, flicking the ground, and his face is covered with oil paint and patterns, like a ghost face, but Sen Luo also snorted, "It's a ghost face, so why bother." The double tone made the demon pause. The demon was also dressed in a gorgeous costume and held a huge naginata in his hand. "The lines on your face, you're a lion?" Sen Luo's skeletal face was bright and dark in the firelight, and it also looked quite hideous.

The lion ghost jumped on one foot, and his whole body showed a gorgeous round dance, and his movements and postures were quite exaggerated, but the confrontational appearance was already revealed. "Is it also a subordinate of Amakusa? That's fine. Sen Luo pulled out his long knife and calmly posed in a straight position, facing the ghost lion in front of him. The naginata suddenly swung at him, but when it came to him, it turned into a huge ball of fire erupting from the mouth of the ghost lion.

"Oh....." Even Sen Luo let out a small exclamation as he took a step back and easily avoided the range of the flames. But immediately afterwards, the ghost lion that showed a pair of bare feet and calves jumped up directly, and a heavy slash fell from the sky. Sen Luo's skull face was slightly raised, his steps were wrong, and the sword shook, and this powerful blow slashed down Sen Luo's side, creating a long ditch in the earth—the sword qi turned into demonic qi was extremely powerful, tearing the earth apart.

After all, the martial arts of the ghost lion are inferior to Sen Luo, and the stunt of the sword saint naturally interferes with this monster. However, this ghost lion was afraid that it was far superior to the bone-transforming dragon in terms of the ability to use its strength, so he immediately pulled out the phantom and retreated sharply as soon as he missed the blow. "Don't worry, I don't need to use my heart to deal with you." There was a slight sarcasm in the double tone, coming from the skeleton ghost's jawbone.

"Phew!" With this strange shout, the ghost lion shook his head, and the long hair directly became longer and flung like a whip. This hair is like a living thing, and it is about to entangle Sen Luo in it. The skeletal warrior had no intention of letting the hair touch him, he just snorted, and the hair that approached him immediately broke and fell as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. "Such a perfunctory attack is useless. If you want to hurt me, you have to show the true skills of the ghost lion! ”

The monster showed its ghost face, its nose wrinkled, and it opened its mouth and roared, and the next moment this guy's body suddenly became bigger. A large and ornate cloth made up the body of the ghost lion, and the underside of the cloth was bulging, revealing only the tail with four claws and a fan. And as the cloth flew, the huge lion's head was revealed, a real animated lion's head, with big eyes and a curly mane and ears like a cow.

"That's ......how it should have been," said Sen Luo, and the lion pounced, and Sen Luo swung his sword and fought with the lion. The cloth was so smooth and so powerless that even a famous knife like the beauty of the moon could not cut through it—it was originally extremely sharp. "Fur like smoke?" Sen Luo exclaimed, "Whatever you cut off, unless you cut it with your heart, it is difficult to break this thing." ”