Flames, rising up.

Under the wrestling of the sword blade and the ghost gold rod, inch by inch, it covered that beautiful face, engulfing the figure of the woman, she was burning......

But it looks so pleasant.

It's like it's supposed to be.

It's just ...... After tearing through the disguise, it is just a matter of liberating one's nature.

To burn the beauty and bewitching to the ground, what remains is this ferocity and hideousness that strolls calmly towards destruction.

At that moment, a glimmer of long-lost uneasiness appeared in Guoying's heart.

Feel the huge power surging under the ghost golden rod......

"Ah, shameless!"

The blonde throper in the distance was furious, waving the chain and roaring, filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much, to pour gasoline on such a beautiful woman!"

"Wake up, Barney, no one would dare to pour gas on that kind of thing. ”

The expression of the ghost of the bloody night stiffened, and only sweat slid down his forehead, almost soaking up the heavy makeup of a heavy metal singer. It's hard to believe the scene in front of you, and it's hard to believe your own guesses.

"That's ...... The firepower is bursting out. ”

That's right, literally—fire, power, all, open!

The darkness rises in the midst of the flames, riots.

Loud roar.

The blade of the sword propped up inch by inch, and it actually pushed the heavy ghost gold rod back!

The huge force that erupted in an instant made the stone slab under the ghost monk's feet difficult to withstand this exaggerated wrestling, shattered, and the huge body slid backwards.

The flaming blade of resentment chases, forward, slashes!

A bone-deep crack was cut through the demon monk's distorted face, nearly slicing one of his eyes.

Guo Ying screamed in pain, waved the ghost gold rod indiscriminately, and staggered back.

But Huai Shi didn't chase after him anymore, just stood in place, opened his mouth, and a cathartic essentia flame gushed out from his mouth and nose.

"I've seen this, it's Godzilla!"

Before Barney could react, he tugged at his eldest brother's sleeve excitedly, "Big brother, look, Godzilla......! Is there even a motherhood?"

"What a ghost!"

The Bloody Night Ghost felt that he was going crazy, and he sincerely envied his brother's rough lines.

Can't you see it, Barney!

From just now to now, that monster-like woman hasn't even gone all out!

She's just playing with her prey......

And in the same place, Huai Shi stared at the enemy not far away, and couldn't help but sigh, afraid for a while.

It's dangerous!

Just now, he almost subconsciously used Yu Bu and the drummer to chase ......

Isn't that revealing?

The overrun state acts on the inside, and there is no clue from the outside, but it can be used quietly. But whether it is the drummer's collapse or Yubu's shrinkage, it is almost the same skill as the signature.

Not to mention the dragon chord that only has its own share in the world.

Once you use your other signature weapons and tricks, I'm afraid you will be exposed.

Since returning from hell, news of the crow's metamorphosis has been locked up in the department and is not known to outsiders. After all, it is the result of the suncaster's legacy, and it is kept secret from the outside world.

But if he dared to take Beelzebub out and shoot him, the local astronomical society in Yingzhou would probably come to him two hours later and invite him to take a ten-day trip to the deep mountain hot springs.

Fortunately, if it's just the way to play, outsiders who don't know the inside can't see the clue at all.

But here's the problem...... I'm not good at using this kind of Yingzhou knife.

He lowered his head, meeting the whispering resentment in his hands.

Shake your head in regret.

It's not that I'm completely ignorant, but I instinctively know how to use knives and weapons of this length. Use the most general mechanics to harness it.

Other than that, not at all.

What kind of sword Zen, what broken heart, what folded feet, Qi Seal, cut and reversed...... Not to mention the specialization, mysteries and stunts of this stream and that stream.

In this way, it makes no difference if you change your weapon to an iron rod or a sword of virtue or an axe.

What a pity.

He casually swung the blade in his hand, step by step, approaching his opponent.

If not, it doesn't matter, just use it as something else.

Collapse!

The loud sound of the bell suddenly erupted from the air.

The sweep of the ghost golden rod was actually crushed under Huai Shi's swing, and it trembled violently, as if it was about to fly out of Guo Ying's hand.

Buzzing.

It seems that what Huai Shi slashed over was not a sword blade at all, but a hammer with terrifying strength!

Unbelievable.

Just a casual waving set off a hurricane, and the low sound of the blade breaking through the air seemed to be a thousand heavy objects swinging at will. But then, it became light and sensitive, silent, like a dagger, and did not feel the slightest sound of the wind.

The long-lost essentia application.

The quality of the Axe of Wrath that used to be able to be inflicted on a dagger is not surprising that the weight of the Hammer of Pain is now placed on the Blade of Resentment.

It's just a simple on-the-spot application in the face of such a heavy blunt object.

In the momentary silence, the blades in the fire slashed and slashed at will, and the sound of breaking the air overlapped in one place, as if it had become a sonorous and powerful rhythm.

Passionate and powerful four or four beats.

This is a strange illusion that only the person concerned can experience, and it is also an experience that Guo Ying has never experienced in his life.

If this burly ghost monk had walked into the concert hall even once and walked into the scene of a performance, he would have understood that it was only a prelude to the arrival of a grand symphony, heralding the arrival of a storm.

Huai poem, cut the song.

The performance is about to begin.

At that moment, the corners of Guo Ying's eyes suddenly twitched, as if a cold wind was coming. For no reason, and so incomprehensible, he heard a roar like a hallucination......

This is a harbinger of the dangers that intuition brings.

"Do you hear that?"

In my ears, a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded: "It was a loud noise announcing the dawn." ”

As the blade of the sword was raised, the burning figure stepped forward step by step, and at some point, it was already close at hand. Obviously so thin and slender compared to the burly giant monk, but it was like looking down from a high place.

Maybe she said something, but the shocked Guo Ying didn't know it at all.

Only the last two words were heard.

She said, "Stand still. ”

At that moment, a loud bang erupted.

The mighty roar suddenly swept over and spread out of her hands.

Because the flaming blade had been raised, and under the grip of both hands, it was aimed at his face and slashed downward!

In a word, it is just the type of 'Tang Bamboo' that is very common in kendo.

She raised her weapon, aimed it at the enemy, and slashed it from above with all her strength, but now, as she gripped the hilt of her resentful sword, even the rising flames began to dance hastily.

Before this magnificent melody that was about to be played, the horror dispersed.

The unprecedented cold instantly enveloped Guo Ying's soul, causing him to hold up the ghost gold rod with both hands without thinking and block it in front of him.

Immediately after, it went dark in front of my eyes.

It was as if it had been hit head-on by a truck.

Shocked by the sheer force that erupted in an instant, it was unbelievable that that short figure contained such a terrifying full force blow.

The ghost golden rod chirped and trembled.

But this terrible blow was finally blocked by him! As a warrior monk of Mt. Hiei, the evil ghost who has fallen into the impure path has already carved his instinct into the method of struggle.

Without thinking, the next step is to seize this brief gap and counterattack.

Grab her head with your hands, with your feet, with your fists, with your trampling, with your five fingers, and then crush it violently. Then use the ghost gold rod to completely smash the meat.

That's how it should be.

That's how it should be.

Can ...... now What was happening in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined!

Because after that furious blow was over, what awaited him was not that precious respite, but another terrible crisis.

It's like a reenactment of flowing water.

The slashed blade was raised again, and under the clenching of both hands, with the power of this ten thousand jun, he tried his best to slash down again!

A second blow without a break!

The ghost golden rod shook violently, glowing with a wail, and Guo Ying's ten fingers suddenly cracked and opened cracks, trembling slightly.

And just as the loud noise spread, without even leaving any room for respite, he saw that the blade was raised for the third time, held high, aimed at his face, and slashed!

Third Strike!

The loud bang broke out again, the shock spread, and Guoying suddenly felt a violent drowsiness and couldn't breathe. The hideous face with two horns also showed a hint of cyan.

I feel like I'm going to suffocate......

How can it be?

It's hard to understand, and I can't understand why there is such a rough trick, why the other party has no gaps, and even the breath is not disordered.

It's as if you're not dealing with people, but with something of steel that is better than people.

At that moment, he finally came to his senses.

From the furious figure in the flames glimpsed the invisible, an incredibly large weapon, a huge cannon like the crystallization of war.

Only the shelling can sum up this unreasonable and terrifying impact.

When the aftermath of countless loud noises lingered in one place, echoing in his hard bones, and finally reaching the cerebral marrow, it turned into a hallucinatory grand symphonic melody.

This is a legendary movement composed by Tchaikovsky against the Roman invasion and the victory in the Great Patriotic War.

With a mighty symphony, the tragedy and tragedy of the war are interpreted. In the end, with the sound of cannons descending from the sky, the destruction of the invaders was announced, and victory came!

- Overture in E flat major "1812"

Now, with a hallucinatory melody rendition.

The solemn shelling has begun!

In the distance, the mob brothers from Edo were already terrified by this terrible sight.

Like an evil god descending from hell, the flaming figure wielded a sword, and when it slashed, it burst into thunder and thunder.

One, two, three

The high-pitched chirps overlapped and turned into a loud torrential downpour.

Each blow made the body of the giant ghost in front of him tremble and terrify, but the next blow would bring a new kind of despair and haze

The shelling is like a chop, and it never ends.

There is no mercy, no weakness, no pause...... Inflict cruel heavenly punishment on the demons in front of you!

Until he was completely reduced to ashes and crushed into slag!