The five generations of national light are ringing, and the sound of the knife is like joy and sorrow, as if there are men, women and children among them. Sen Luo held the hilt of the sword, and his own demonic aura also seeped into it, mixed with the demonic aura of the red dust wine. Sen Luo once again felt the joy and sorrow in the wine, but in front of his eyes, it was as if he saw the ghost Ji around him again, the skeleton of the samurai chuckled, his fingers flicked the blade, and he also let out a long roar, which was passionate and high-pitched, startling countless birds at night.

And the faint demonic aura that came from the night wind along the ridge, it seemed that the owner on that side also noticed the roar of the demonic qi that cracked the rocks and pierced the clouds here, just like a living thing, this demonic qi contracted rapidly, and disappeared into the mountain wind in the blink of an eye.

Sen Luo didn't care, anyway, no matter what, he would kill this monster - nothing else, just for the sake of uneasy peace of mind, if he wanted to kill it, then he went. He now looked at the five generations of Guoguang in his hand, this knife emitted a red light, stretching and shrinking like breathing, and there were powder-like things constantly spilling on the knife body, and the sound of the knife screaming became more and more rapid, like waves rushing to the peak.

In fact, the time of transformation was not long, and the nearby aura quickly gathered and was inhaled by the five generations of national light, and the dense wine turned into colorful light, gradually covering the original red. The colorful light was gradually absorbed, and the surge of aura also stopped, Sen Luo looked at the long knife in front of him, "It's still a little close." The skeletal warrior sighed, and then he didn't move, and just floated out a distance of more than ten feet—a thunderbolt suddenly struck from the cloudy night sky, and struck the hilt of the sword that Sen Luo had stuck in the ground.

The blade is transparent and shiny, and it suddenly illuminates the space within a radius of several zhang. The skeletal claws grasped the hilt of the knife and pulled the knife out of the ground. The five generations of Kunimitsu disappeared. The blade, which had been dark and red, was now as refreshing as a pool of water in the moonlight, and the large cloud pattern of snow white as silver sand covered the blade and the width of half the blade, "This big cloud pattern...... Could it be that the body of this knife is Muramasa? A double tone spoke with a peculiar questioning voice.

Sen Luo held the long knife in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, "Qianzi Muramasa, the beauty under the moon with the sword......." The skeletal samurai also let out a sigh, "It seems that this wine does carry the affection of a lifetime." Since then, the five generations of Guoguang have turned into a sword - a beauty under the moon. Even the haphazard scabbard was quietly transformed into an inconspicuous black scabbard in the aftermath of the thunder and lightning. Now the ten-character gun in his hand has not metamorphosed - but the ten-character gun is originally different from the five generations of Kuniguang, it does not have a soul similar to a monster.

With his knife in his sheath, Sen rose to his feet and strode towards the ridge in the middle of the night, with the help of the wind. Beyond the ridge, the sky was already bright, and the first rays of the rising sun brought a thick purple gas, which gradually seeped into Sen Luo's bones, and the iron color on his bones became deeper and deeper. Advancing along the ridge, Sen Luo had already remembered the demonic aura, and he also judged the direction of the mountain wind at night through his demonic aura, and this time he was going up against the wind, looking for the owner of the demonic aura.

Then, Sen Luo saw a one-armed bear with black fur gnawing on the mountainside. This bear has a strange white hair pattern like a white snake entangled, the left arm is gone, only one right arm remains, and an extremely fierce aura permeates from this bear. This is a monster no worse than the demon bear that was slain by Sen Luo, and it has also gone beyond the realm of mortal things.

Instead of rushing down, Sen Luo sat cross-legged on the ridge and looked down at the monster. Then the skeletal warrior looked at the sky again—although there were no clouds, the sun's rays seemed to be weak, as if a veil was permeating the heavens and the earth, so that the sunlight could not be sprinkled on the world to its fullest. "The form of this world is getting worse and worse—as evidenced by the ominous aura that pervades the heavens and the earth. The situation is getting worse and worse, but I don't know if if if the mainland will be the same if we leave Japan? ”

I'm afraid that's why this kind of demon beast keeps appearing, and Sen Luo feels that his appearance is probably due to this situation...... He still couldn't remember who he was when he was alive, except for some common sense that suddenly appeared in his heart and the unforgettable sword technique that was spontaneously engraved in his heart, he couldn't remember everything when he was a human. The man who was eaten by the one-armed bear was already dead, so Sen Luo didn't rush down, "It seems that these are the villagers of that village." "The bear's bite was a man in his prime whose face was no longer clear, but some of his limbs could still tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Sen Luo stood up, his movements seemed to alarm the monster, and the skeletal face that Sen Luo looked down was just in front of the one-armed bear's raised head, and the giant bear roared wildly, dropping the corpse, and the man stood up and let out a terrible roar. Sen Luo walked down unhurriedly, and pulled out the beauty under the moon very casually. Although the one-armed bear in front of him looks fierce and still above the bear, its size is no different from the demonic spirit, although it is larger than ordinary bears, but it is nothing more than that.

The one-armed giant bear, like the brown bear, pounced directly, and the momentum was still above the one in front of it. It's a pity that it's just a demon bear after all, and he doesn't know how to use demon methods or combat skills, it's just a strengthened beast instinct. In front of Sen Luo, they are not much stronger than ordinary bears. Sen Luo held the handle of the knife with one hand, and at the moment when the one-armed bear was about to pounce on him, he suddenly made a move upward, and the beauty under the moon drew a round of full moon-like knife light, and in the knife light, a beautiful woman holding an umbrella like an oiran could be vaguely seen - but unfortunately it flashed, only the slightest impression, and the specific appearance was not clear......

Without hindrance, the one-armed bear was divided into two pieces, and Senluo's Taidao Moon Beauty was not stained with a drop of blood, and directly put the knife back into its sheath. And the two halves of the body fell with a bang, and the blood did not even flow. It turns out that this blood and essence have been sucked dry by the beauty under the moon, this is probably a more terrifying demon knife, but it is indeed not the knife that slashes people on the crazy battlefield, and it has turned into a restrained murder weapon without an independent soul like a monster.

The cut open section of the corpse was as if it had been sealed by something transparent, and the internal organs did not slip out with a clatter, but stayed in their original places. Sen Luo looked at the corpse of the giant bear, and this time he did not bury the gnawed man, nor did he care about the bear's corpse, but walked straight into the mountains again. "It's like a ......," Sen Luo said in a low voice, looking at the mountain.