Five layers of blood-filled underground.

"Tick."

The snow-white blade of the longsword was stained red with viscous blood, dripping from the tip of the sword to the cold floor.

In front of the sword ghost, Zoren, who was prostrate on the ground, remained motionless, as if he had given up struggling, and the blood that continued to spill from his body painted the floor dark red.

He suffered severed bones in both wrists and suffered deep and severe knife wounds to his chest and back, which was the worst-case scenario.

"Can you understand my pain a little, boy?"

The sword ghost stretched out his scarlet tongue, his face was sickly distorted, and he sneered: "I have been imprisoned in this ghost place for many years, every day in addition to eating and drinking, I sleep, and when I move, I will be beaten by the monster jailer with an iron nail hammer, constantly wearing down my will and even my sense of existence!"

"It's okay to repeat such days endlessly for thirty-one years, and recently I was tortured by a guy day and night! I've had enough! You guys here deserve to die! ”

"I don't have any extravagance for escaping from prison, as long as I can kill a few more of the jailers here before I die, that's enough!"

The sword ghost roared angrily, and the fingers holding the long sword like dead wood trembled and clicked, and raised the long sword vigorously.

"So, with your resentment and unwillingness, let me go to hell first—yes, you, lose, ah!"

With the swordsman's grin, the long sword tore through the air and roared down, about to cut Zoren on the ground in half.

"It's now!"

At the critical moment, Zoren's eyes suddenly widened, even if he didn't see the trajectory of the long sword swing above his head, his body rolled to the limit, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

"I can feel the airflow!"

Watching the long sword split the ground into a smooth and mirror-like notch, Zoren breathed rapidly with palpitations, and stood up from the ground with the strength of his lower body.

He looked directly at the sword ghost, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "The battle that determines victory and defeat is not over yet!" ”

"What are you talking about, boy!"

The sword ghost couldn't strike a blow, and the sword continued to swing rapidly, and with the blessing of the armed color domineering, the sword move turned into a blurry black lightning, and the slash also exceeded the speed visible to the naked eye.

But as if predicting the direction of the attack, the seriously injured Zoren moved his body subtly, and narrowly dodged the sharp sword move again.

The unbeliever continued to slash and attack quickly, and the sword ghost opened his eyes wide, watching the failure of the sword attack again and again.

This is strikingly similar to the scene just now, except that the roles of the two are rotated.

"Isn't it luck, how can it be - this kid obviously doesn't have the domineering ability to see and hear!"

"Why, to be able to dodge my attacks again and again?!"

The sword ghost glared angrily, depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

"It's thanks to you, old man." Zoren smiled.

"Thanks to me?"

"Of course."

Zoren sneered while dodging, "If it weren't for your domineering appearance, I guess I would have to explore for a long time before I can understand the principle of paper painting in the Six Styles." ”

Domineering is a body-derived power, of course, it is impossible to understand it at the touch of a button, but the paper painting in the six styles is different, and I have been thinking about training for months, and I have always been hindered by a layer of diaphragm. Now after witnessing the application of the domineering of seeing and hearing with his own eyes, he finally has a trace of enlightenment.

Paper painting, unlike the strengthening of the control of the body, pays more attention to the external five senses and the external sensitivity of the body.

After improving the sensitivity and detection of the surrounding environment, the long sword that cuts through the air turbulence will not be difficult to see through the trajectory of the air flow.

Zoren couldn't dodge the sword move before, because whether it was shaving or moon step, it was not a defensive physical technique, and the body that burst into the speed was too easy to judge, and the action was too rough compared to the subtle dodge body technique paper painting.

"How is it possible with you kid!? How can it be!? ”

The sword ghost shouted in disbelief, and the long sword continued to swing violently, slashing the ground in front of him and cracking.

The more angry his expression became, the more unstable and subtle the power of the sword became, and the more obvious the airflow caused by the disorder became, making Zoren more handy when he used the paper dodge.

"Fortunately, the paper painting does not consume much physical strength, so it will be delayed until the reinforcements arrive, and the domino side should be soon."

Zoren secretly made up his mind, using his seriously injured body to support him, and moved flexibly in the sharp sword.

His body was actually on the verge of its limit when the blood boundary was lifted, and now it was all dragged until now by his tenacious will.

"Boy, don't you know what you're paying attention to! I won't let you wait until help arrives! The sword ghost suddenly laughed wildly, and the attack of the sword swing suddenly accelerated several times!

The hideous wounds on his body began to collapse under the excessive offensive.

The sword move, which no longer suppressed its power at all, suddenly broke out like a raging storm, and under the fierce sword blow, Zoren was finally inevitably cut by the sharp sword that was fired, and blood continued to splash everywhere.

In an instant, more than a dozen tiny knife marks appeared on his body.

Of course, the sword ghost was not pleased, and the serious wounds continued to burst, and the stomach cracked and even overflowed the intestinal organs.

"Old fellow! You don't want to die!! ”

Zoren roared angrily, as if accepting Ling Chi, and could only try to avoid the fatal parts.

Both of them were in a state of absolute serious injury, and at this time, the sword ghost's desperate and frantic attack was undoubtedly killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

"Even if I die, I will drag you to hell with me! What if you can dodge my sword moves a little, you have no means of attacking when your hands are gone! ”

"I won!!"

The sword ghost has completely reduced to the appearance of a demon, hideous and crazy, his sunken eye sockets are scarlet, and he has lost his mind, and only has the idea of killing the person in front of him.

The sword was raging like a storm, and Zoren in the eye of the wind kept switching steps by relying on the paper painting, and after adding more than a dozen tiny wounds, the whole person was bloody.

"He's crazy! Lose your marbles! Hate, if I continue like this, I will die! ”

Zoren couldn't stop the anger in his heart, but the more angry he became, the heavier and calmer he became.

We must do our best to think about countermeasures!

"Now once I stop paper painting, I will be directly shattered by the slash of the long sword, and there is no way to escape! We must find a chance to make him lose his combat power! ”

"I can't use the finger gun, what other means of attack do I have...... That's right, Arashika, and Arashiki! ”

"Come to think of it, what is the principle technique of using Lanjiao?"

The thought of this lifesaver flashed, and it happened that a sharp sword swept diagonally across his face, matching the light-colored scar on Zoren's original jaw into a cross.

He was slightly stunned, looked at the sword light bursting out in front of him, and muttered to himself, "By the way, how did the physical sword that was still sharp from the sword body do it." ”

At this moment, Zoren seemed to grasp the point that he had not noticed.