"If you don't agree with each other, you are too domineering?"

Tilting his head, Su Mo took Esther's hand and jumped back lightly and jumped into the sky.

The room where the red kappa had been used to receive them had now been completely shattered by the sharp and violent demonic aura of the painted insects, and the handmade wooden utensils had all been shattered and scattered in the wind.

"I've already said it - all you need in Tono is strength!"

The expression of the painted insect was contemplative, and the killing intent in his whole body came out of his body with his sharp and fierce eyes.

"Well, there's no way."

Shaking his head, although the other party's performance was a little too unreasonable-too eager to investigate Su Mo's strength, Su Mo didn't want to think too much about these things.

Conspiracy or something, unless it is designed to the people he cares about, he will never worry about it.

And it just so happens that there is no such person in this world. (Waiting to be beaten to death by the flower mother)

So—

"The Queen of Steel, the Holy Sword of the Demon God! ――”

As soon as the chanting sounded, the two kappas who had just jumped out of the ruins of the house, the two kappa who were watching the battle around them, and the horrified eyes of the many monsters who had come to watch after hearing the news, Esther, who had always had a rather low sense of presence, held Su Mo's right hand, and then suddenly released an absolutely powerful aura mixed with holiness and evil from his body.

"At this moment, for my sword!"

"I've always been your sword."

Whew――

Although it was the height of summer, all the surrounding monsters suddenly felt a chill behind them, like a cold wind in the middle of winter.

"Turned into a sword? Is there such a monster in the world?"

Pupils constricted. Painted Worm looked at the handsome man in black clothes and black hair holding a long sword in front of him, and the sturdy figure floating in the air only trembled slightly. Then it disappeared in place like a pinch of paint slowly disappearing under the erosion of the stream

"The Youkai of the Wind"

Su Mo's deep black pupils moved slightly in the air, and there was a smile on his mouth that was not just relaxed and freehand, but also lazy and dull. Then, when a hint of wind blew Su Mo's sideburns hanging from the corners of his forehead, he lifted the holy sword in his hand and put it behind his back.

Bell - !!!

The tip of a scythe wrapped in a razor-sharp hurricane slammed into the edge of the longsword.

Rumble!!!!!

However, the attack of the painted insect was not just like this, it just stopped suddenly, and the gale path from the scythe broke through the air, opening an extremely wide vacuum between the vast forests full of ancient trees behind Su Mo!

"It's so strong!"

Seeing this scene, Xue Li's eyes lit up a little when she came to a place quite close to the battlefield alone - not shocked by the amazing destructive attack of the painted insects, but on the contrary, the beautiful eyes of the Snow Maiden Monster were staring closely at the black-haired and black-robed figure.

In the wind. Su Mo's robe fluttered along with his long hair.

"This guy is still quite strong."

In the spiritual exchange, Su Mo said to Esther.

"Stronger than most of the cat-like youkai I've encountered before."

This is Esther's assessment.

It was not as if he was surprised at the strength of the enemy, but as if he was just simply exclaiming—a condescending exclamation.

Because what that attack could do was not to make Su Mo's clothes and hair a little messy.

That's all.

"You're really strong, a very strong lone ranger."

Obviously the body is strong, but the speed of the painting insect is completely inconsistent with his body shape, as if the whole person has melted into the wind, invisible and elusive.

Moreover, even his previous attack was easily blocked by Su Mo. But his face, which was marked with a pair of crossed scars, was still expressionless and calm.

But now only he knew what a storm had stirred up in his heart - as if he had easily blocked his own scythe with the blade of his sword, and it was facing the sharp tip of the scythe, and then it remained unmoved in the wind that tore all the steel apart, and even the thin gown that should have been made of silk was very eerily unscathed.

Underestimate him!

The painted insect is a sickle. Just like Su Mo judged before, he is a monster of the wind.

Commanding the wind, merging with the wind. Each blow carries with it the power of the wind as well as the speed of the wind.

Having cultivated to such an extent that he could only use to describe it—terrifying.

In the past, when there were monsters who dared to brush the beard of the tiger in Tono. The worm will stand up and whip up a raging wind. Passage of squalls. Not an inch of grass is left. In many cases, the enemy will not even have a chance to sense his attack and fall into purgatory forever, but perhaps it is the greatest luck for them not to feel the power of the wind?

But for the current painting insects

Bang Bang

In the retina of the monsters, the figure of the painted insect has disappeared into space, only a chaotic wind blowing in the air without any direction - and the only evidence that these monsters can judge that the painted insect still exists in the battlefield is only in the middle of the hurricane, stepping on the lazy steps that can be regarded as slow as a snail compared to the surrounding wind, slowly turning their bodies, adjusting the position of the long sword from time to time in their hands, and then bursting into shining red sparks without the slightest interruption in the dense symphony of gold and iron! The surrounding land was being cut and sunk layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dead leaves were also rolled up, and then shattered into tiny powders out of thin air and swept away by the wind!

All he wants to do is keep attacking!!

"Two or two monsters!"

A youkai with an orangutan head and the size of a small mountain said dumbfounded.

It usually thinks that it can rank first in front of Tono, especially its powerful power that can make a mountain tremble or even shatter with a single punch, and its physical defenses that are almost comparable to that of dragon youkai.

However, after watching the battle between the two in front of it, it was a little intimidated.

Although the scope of their battle is not large now, their intuition tells the gorilla that if they dare to step into the range swept by the wind, they will be cut into blood foam in the blink of an eye!

And just like it, all the nearby youkai who could rush over had a look of horror on their faces, and the screaming and roaring in the air clearly told them how powerless the so-called weak were in front of the strong.

However, there are exceptions to this, one is Su Mo, who looks at Su Mo who has been at a disadvantage of being attacked, but has a light expression, and the other is Chikappa who looks quite old and has a huge head.

It's just that a glimmer of light flashed from time to time in his eyes, which had always been full of tiredness!

"It seems that the intelligence is correct."

Akakappa spoke slowly.

"Is it really him?"

The lean kappa nodded.

"And it looks like it's over."

As soon as the words fell-

"You've been attacking for so long, are you enjoying it now? Anyway, it's my turn. ”

Su Mo, who was in the wind, suddenly spoke:

"The wind is fast, but for me—"

Raising the sword, the painted insect who was originally concentrating on manipulating his demonic power and fear suddenly became a wake-up call!!

"It's a very simple thing to cut the wind."

Poof! (To be continued.) )

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