A silky satin-like black hair fluttering in the wind, slender phoenix eyebrows, a pair of red eyes, eyes like a dark moon like a blood moon, a delicate nose, pink cheeks and slightly halo, dripping cherry-like red lips, a flawless face, tender snow skin with a strange color, a light body, refined and elegant.

These descriptions are not at all.

The opposite of this beautiful woman was the blood on the corner of her mouth.

Wu Miao elegantly wiped the blood stains that remained at the corner of his mouth, and walked towards the panicked man and ghost.

Seeing the direction that Wu Miao was coming from, the evil ghost who had bound Yue Yue before unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, knelt on his feet and took a few steps back, dragging a conspicuous sand mark on the ground.

And the bound Miyue was also at a loss, he only felt a strong oppressive force, so much so that he couldn't breathe.

Wu Miao was amused by the actions of the two.

But she soon realized that these two guys didn't look like that kind of weakling.

Especially that evil ghost, with that special blood ghost technique, can compare to the upper and lower strings.

The strength of the members of that ghost killing team is not weak.

Wu Miao walked slowly towards the evil ghost, staring at the trembling body of the demon with burgundy eyes.

Wu Miao glanced at the evil ghost who fell to the ground in front of him, and smiled a little mysteriously.

"What's the matter, are you afraid of me?" No faint voice asked the demon.

"Don't be afraid, I'm a ghost too." Wu Miao really has no interest in killing this ghost.

"Let's go, spare your life!" No miserable rare mercy once also.

"Thank you, sir." The demon quickly kowtowed a few times, and then ran away from this terrible place without looking back.

Wu Miao was just passing through here, and she was going to go to Jiu Tun to talk about the plan.

Miyue gritted his teeth, he had already seen that the woman in front of him was also a ghost, and her strength was stronger than the ghost just now.

"I don't want to die!"

His hand had already burst with green tendons, and he held the hilt of the knife he had just dropped in an almost masochistic manner.

"Die."

Taking advantage of Wu Miao's lack of attention, Miyue slashed at Wu Miao, trying to deliver a fatal blow with a sneak attack.

"I was in a hurry to spare your dog's life, but did you want to die so much?" The snow-white arm of the Miserable Flame twisted into a giant mouth that blocked the blow.

Originally, Yue Yue was only panicked in his heart, but at this time, he felt the terrifying aura on Wu Miao's body, and Yue Yue was already a little unwell physically.

"Heh," Wu Miao chuckled and shook his head.

"Desperately." Yue Yue knew that his backstab didn't kill Wu Miao, and now he could only continue to fight desperately.

"All in one."

A violent thunder like a tear of muscle appeared around his body, and there was a crackling sound on the Nichiren knife.

This is the power brought about by the overload of the body, and Yue Yue no longer has the heart to think about the sequelae of using this trick in front of him.

Now he could only concentrate all his energy on the sword skills in front of him.

He used almost all his strength to fight for his life.

"Thunder's Breath, Type Four, Far Thunder"

After lightning erupts from his body, he strikes at lightning speed, approaching distant enemies and swinging his blade to slash at high speed

Looking at the Miaoyue who shot at him like a sharp arrow, the corners of his eyes were slightly slanted, and he looked at the blow with all his strength with contempt.

"It's kind of boring." Wu Miao snorted softly.

The giant sarcoma arm resisted the charged flash.

"I can rub off a layer of skin, it seems that I still have a little strength." The phrase "no misery" is indeed a mockery, a naked mockery.

But Miyue couldn't refute it at all, this person was not Yishan's stinky little ghost.

The ghost in front of him could kill him at any moment.

In the original work, Shen Xuanyue encountered the first string of the black death during a mission.

As a result, all the swordsmen except for Mt. Kandai were easily killed by the other party.

After learning the power of the upper string ghost, Mitsugaku kept begging the other party for mercy in order to save his life.

Black Death Mou originally planned to kill them all, but because he saw that Yue Yue was pursuing to become stronger like his past self, he gave him his own blood semi-forcedly.

It can be seen how much Yue cherishes his life.

After that, Tsushigaku quickly improved his strength after becoming a ghost, and was recognized by Onimai Tsuji Mumi, and finally replaced the fallen queen and prostitute Taro who had been eliminated and became the new sixth of the first string.

But at the same time, because he became an ogre, the master in charge of cultivating him, Kuwajima Jigoro, was urgently apologized for this.

Of course, this crumb brother didn't have the slightest intention of repentance.

After the near-full-strength blow just now was blocked, he hurriedly took two steps back.

He can also clearly feel the powerful impact of his hands.

With every step he took forward, his toes were like springs, stretching to the bend, giving him a swift explosive force.

In the blink of an eye, Miyue came to the face of Wu Miao, who was still in place, and skillfully used his powerful sword skills.

Thunder Breath, Type II, Rice Soul

The moment he activated his breathing technique, he slashed out a lightning-shaped five-hit combo.

He swung the Nihon Knife in his hand one after another, each sword being faster than before.

These five swords were definitely cut out with all their might.

Miyue could feel that his hands were already a little dislocated.

But Wu Miao didn't make any moves, just smiled, and dodged the powerful five slashes.

"Impossible." Miyue uttered these three words almost hoarsely.

Obviously, you need to maintain the breathing rate.

But Miyue still couldn't help but scream, every knife he used could chop the stone to pieces, but from beginning to end, he even cut the corners of the woman's clothes in front of him.

Yueyue's hair was already stuck with sweat, and he looked very embarrassed, looking at the place and a little leisurely and miserable.

Mitsugaku's eyes were red as if they were oozing blood.

"Aha!!"

He spat and used all the strength he had left.

"Thunder's Breath, Five-Shape, Thermal Thunder!"

He raised his blade and rushed forward.

The Type Five can unleash lightning with high heat to bombard enemies.

The blood demon technique of Mt. Migaku can further enhance the burning effect of lightning on the skin.

Just when the mountain was close to no misery.

"Thunder Breath, Type Six, Lightning Boom"

With himself as the center, he instantly unleashed countless lightning-like slashes in all directions.

It turned out that Miyue didn't plan to use the Five Type in the first place, he just used the more powerful Six Type in order to close the distance.

Wu Miao snorted softly, clapping like an audience member who had seen a wonderful performance, she didn't seem to expect that the funny clown in front of her could use such a clever move.

"Blood Demon Technique: Black Blood Thorn"

Wu Miao produced black thorns under his control from his arm, and the thorns grew wildly, and it was easy to dodge the trick of the day and place.

"Under the crushing of absolute strength, all stratagems are useless."

Looking at the miserable smile, Miaoyue's face was already pale, his wrist had been dislocated, he couldn't even pick up the knife, and threw it directly on the ground.