"The God of Killing"

"I didn't expect it to be him?!"

All the monsters, even the big monster cadres sitting on the high seats, changed their faces and whispered.

Although it was a whisper, the voice was really not small, and the tone was full of trembling and excitement.

Why tremble?

Because at this time, his general is facing a peerless powerhouse who has directly overthrown the ocelot clan, one of the four major forces in this world.

It is not surprising to fight against a strong person of this level, even if he dies at any time.

But why are they excited?

The answer to this is even simpler, isn't it - it is the inevitable excitement after meeting a strong person, and fighting with a strong person, fighting with a strong person, feeling the collision of steel and steel, and the gushing of blood in the veins and the explosion from the wound is not a thing that makes people can't help but start to jump at the thought of it?

Collide, slash, and let the rust and fishy sweetness of blood permeate the mouth, nose, chest, and even the entire air, doesn't it make all the beings who yearn for battle can't help but want to rub their swords and release the rebellious tiger in their hearts to fight to their heart's content?

Maybe that's crazy to you, no, it's crazy.

But needless to say, that's nature.

A furious instinct called Wild!

However, the so-called strong people all use reason to control the existence of their nature.

There are blazing sparks burning in their chests, but none of them will do it at such a time, it doesn't matter if you have enough courage or strength, it's just because the person who is fighting now is your own commander-in-chief.

That's the one they swore to follow and allegiance to.

Lord of the Night Walker of the Hundred Ghosts.

"Ahem. You're a real monster, hey. ”

Slippery scoop coughed up several large black blood clots, and felt that his originally sleepy breathing was instantly relieved.

For him now. The guy in front of him was as heavy as a mountain, and no matter how desperately he struggled in front of him, he still sighed like an ant regretting a tree.

"Just casually say that other people are monsters or something. That's not much politeness. ”

Su Mo shook the long sword slightly, and a few leaves danced among the blades that glowed with silver light.

Even the long inky black hair showed no sign of messiness.

There was a light and indifferent smile on his face.

The slippery scoop is indeed very strong, much stronger than the three big monsters that were tied up by Su Mo at will before.

Judging from Su Mo's judgment, even if the current slippery scoop can't defeat the super top monsters like the feathered fox and the dog general before his death, but his own combat power and special abilities, plus the large number of strong people he gathered, it is not difficult to occupy a territory and dominate.

But of course, the youkai named Nura Slippery Scoop will never do those things until he has fulfilled his ideals.

Until he becomes the Lord of the Spirits, he will always be just the free-spirited slippery ghost.

But in any case, all this has nothing to do with the battle at this time.

File--!

Lifting the long sword and pressing down hard, Slippery Junyi's face was full of expressions called hideous.

Failure is a doomed thing. But so what?

The most painful thing in life is to throw everything away and just try to burn it again.

Don't think about anything else.

Even if his blade was already covered with cracked wounds, even if the expression on his opponent's face was as calm as ever.

"Whew"

After a fierce attack accompanied by a fierce spark, Slippery Scoop gasped and retreated from the battle circle.

The original gorgeous red robe had been torn apart by the gale at some unknown time, and the delicate muscles of the upper body of the slippery scoop were completely exposed—the Buddhist tattoos covering the entire back were solemn and evil, so that people could not open their eyes.

"Now, finally, how about you try my trick?"

He smiled, smiling heartily, and reached out to wipe the wanton sweat from his face at will—mixed with blood donations.

"Finally, let me see how sharp your fangs really are—"

That's absolute confidence and a lot of anticipation.

Although he is not a disciple who has really tried his best to teach like Yezi, Su Mo also gave some guidance to Slippery Scoop during the original period of travel, so that he took a lot of detours.

So now he was eager to see how far Slippery had gone after a decade of truly bloody carnage and relentless fighting.

"Then let's see."

A very light sentence. Slippery Scoop held the hilt of the sword, and his body, which was originally a little stiff due to injury and fatigue, instantly became as straight as a sword, and the momentum in his golden eyes suddenly became ethereal.

Like the mountain breeze in the night sky, like a flickering candle flame.

The wreckage of the torn and flocculent garment hung around his waist and swayed gently.

And then

"Gone?"

Su Mo narrowed his eyes with interest.

"No, no, no. It's not gone, it's something more than that."

Something even more incredible.

The slippery scoop had completely disappeared from Su Mo's field of vision, but for Su Mo, he could clearly know that the slippery scoop was standing in front of him.

He could even clearly sense that the other party was leaning on his shoulder with a ruffian smile, leaning the long, but now tattered and mutilated knife in his hand against his shoulder, where the muscles were fluctuating faintly, preparing for the imminent attack.

But. But the amazing thing is that even Su Mo can't easily detect where the slippery scoop is at this time.

- He's in front of him, that's true, but where is he in front? It's completely confusing how far away you are.

It's an extremely unpleasant feeling, like someone has put a thick layer of plastic wrap over you.

So you can know what's going on around you. But you can only be hazy forever and ever.

"Unpleasant feelings."

Su Mo took a sip.

"That's, what's going on now?!"

Shirley looked at the situation on the field at this time and was a little confused.

"Why is that kid already approaching Little Brother Mo, but he hasn't even reacted at all?"

Hearing Xue Li's words full of surprise, the glance next to her smiled:

"This is one of the mysteries of the general - the mirror stops the water! Even if he is standing in front of you, you can't see him, and you can't even notice what kind of distance he keeps from you, and you can't do anything except subconsciously know that the enemy is right in front of you! ”

There was pride in his words:

"Even that killing god will at least be injured by this move!"

Don't ask for killing.

"Humph! Little Brother Mo won't lose! ”

Leng snorted, and the biting cold air instantly surged.

Click――

In the blink of an eye, Ichimoku-kun was frozen in place in an extremely funny pose.

Then, on the battlefield

The stars are gone.

"So, call it a day?"

Under the eyes of all the monsters around him who were about to burst, Su Mo grabbed the slippery scoop that had passed out with one hand and walked towards the main tent.

The long knife, which had been completely broken, lay alone in the middle of the fallen leaves.

"It's pretty sharp."

On his chest, a smooth opening had been torn open in the placket of his ink-black clothes, revealing Su Mo's jade-like skin under the elegant starlight.

There was not the slightest wound.

Now, the fighting has stopped. (To be continued.) )

PS: Yo Xi, it's really still the word of the mobile phone code...... So it's inconvenient to send tips and monthly passes, thank you, let's send them together tomorrow.