A simple inquiry, but Shi Tou Muichiro was so nervous that a few drops of sweat flowed from his forehead.

After joining the Ghost Slayer Team, he was promoted to a pillar after three months of wielding a sword, and he was respected by many swordsmen in the name of "genius", but at this moment, he almost lost the courage to draw his sword in the face of the direct gaze of Black Death Mou's six bloody eyes.

Even though several friends were around, Muichiro felt that he was alone in the face of this terrifying evil ghost that had plagued the world for hundreds of years, and the oppressive feeling that rushed to slap people to pieces......

Gritting his teeth, he said word by word: "Shi Tho, no one Lang." ”

"Time to ......"

The black death Mu Nian, who lowered his eyes, muttered, and then suddenly realized.

"No wonder, I feel a sense of familiarity in you, it turns out that you are a descendant of the Jiguo clan......"

Facing Muichiro's puzzled eyes, he said in an emotionless tone: "Hundreds of years have passed, and even the once glorious and prominent 'Jiguo' has fallen to the point where no one knows......

"To put it simply." Black Death Mou stretched out his left index finger and lightly pointed in the direction where Muichiro was: "You are my descendants." ”

The words shocked all the pillars present.

And Muichiro, who was the party concerned, was even more stunned, a little at a loss.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to quickly adjust his breathing, which was a little chaotic from shock, and the muscles that were originally tense from trembling returned to a slightly loose state that was most suitable for battle, and his feet moved forward, and the long knife slashed horizontally, and he took the lead in launching an attack on Black Death:

"The Breath of the Glow, the Shape of One, the Distant Glow!"

The scattered fog covered a position of dozens of square meters, and also obscured the figure of Muichiro who was in it.

At the moment when his body was completely covered by the thick fog.

"Silk—"

In the faint sound of footsteps, Muichiro had already rushed in front of Black Death Mou, and the light blue Nihon Wheel Knife was wrapped in mist and slashed towards Black Death Mou.

"Kasumi's Breath, Nino-type, Yae Kasumi!"

The extremely sharp slash swung out eight paths in an instant, slashing towards Black Death Mu from different directions.

"Be careful!"

At this time, there were anxious shouts from Xing Shoulang and Sorrow Mingyu Xingming behind him.

Before Muichiro could react, the figure of the Black Death Mou, who was originally in front of him, flickered, and disappeared in front of his eyes, appearing ghostly beside him.

"So fast!"

Muichiro was horrified in his heart, but fortunately, with the reminders of his partners, he was mentally prepared in advance, and at the moment when the attack failed, he readjusted his stance.

"Kasumi's Breath, Five's Type, Sea of Clouds!"

With the sea of clouds appearing like a cloud surging mist, Muichiro launched a high-speed continuous slash to his side at this moment, intending to attack the Black Death Mu beside him.

But—

This time, the attack was still empty.

The six-eyed swordsman in a purple snake-patterned kimono had his hands behind his back, and in his widening eyes, he disappeared again and appeared behind him.

"Such a skillful sword technique at a young age."

"I was afraid of me, but I still pushed through my fear and rose to the occasion. Worthy of being my descendants. ”

A voice came from Black Death's mouth: "Although the bloodline is very thin, it doesn't matter. Even if the surname is severed, my cells will still be able to reproduce and survive in your body. ”

Facing Black Death Mou's words of appreciation, Muichiro grimaced with a cold face, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you playing me!" ”

"Even if I am your descendant, hundreds of years have passed, how can your blood and cells still survive in my body!"

"Devil, look at the knife!"

"Kasumi's Breath, Seven's Shape, Hazy!"

The turbulent and slow fog obscured Miichiro's figure in an instant.

Looking at the young man wielding a smooth and beautiful trick in front of him, Black Death Mou couldn't help but exclaim, "Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

"If I don't draw my sword, it's rude."

"Breath of the Moon, One Shape, Dark Moon, Yonomiya!"

The sword light flickered, and countless small moon blades appeared along with the slash.

"Whoa!"

The blood exploded, and the arm flew sideways.

Just at the moment of the confrontation, all the clouds and mist were torn apart by the crescent moon, and Muichiro, who was in the clouds, also had his left arm cut off in an instant.

At this moment, Muichiro finally understood why his body behaved so fearfully when facing Black Death.

The opponent's speed, technique, and even sword skills are far superior to him, and the two sides are not at the same level at all.

However, even so, Muichiro still has no intention of giving up.

Enduring the pain of his broken arm, he gritted his teeth, held the Nihon Wheel Knife in his right hand, and unleashed a final attack.

"Kasumi's Breath, Four's Type, Advection Slash!"

This slash is the condensation of the swordsmanship that Muichiro has learned so far, and even the fastest opponent in the past will be hit by this move.

However, in the face of this move, Black Death Mou did not dodge or dodge, with a twist of his fingers, in the terrifying eyes of Muichiro, he snatched the Sun Wheel Knife with his hand.

Then, without waiting for Muichiro to react, he thrust his backhand and nailed him to the pillar beside him.

"Boom!"

The feeling of the blade entering the flesh was clearly transmitted to Muichiro's brain.

The pain of breaking his arm and piercing his chest made it difficult for Muichiro, who was only a human body, to hold on, and a feeling of dizziness came, and in the next second, he passed out.

"My descendants, use them as ghosts."

Looking up at the unconscious Muichiro, Black Death Mu said slowly.

Muichiro's fight with Black Death seemed to be long, but in fact it ended in an instant.

As a cultivator of the breath of the wind, the derivative breathing method of the breath of the wind - the breath of the sun, his speed is one of the best in all the pillars of the ghost killing team, and the fight between one person and one ghost is like a shadow, so that the others don't know how to intervene for a while, but they didn't expect it to be just a few seconds, and when the clouds and mist subsided, Muichiro has been nailed to the pillar, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

This scene made Xing Shoulang, Sorrow Mingyu Xingming, Immortal Kawa Minoru and Butterfly Shinobu very anxious.

Listening to the words of Black Death Mou who wanted to turn Muichiro into a demon, several people couldn't hold it back anymore, and launched an attack on Black Death Mou in four directions at the same time.

"Breath of Fire, Type Five, Flame Tiger!"

"Breath of Rock, Ichi-no-Shape, Serpentine, Bipolar!"

"Wind Breath, Type Eight, First Gale Slash!"

"Worm's Breath, Centipede's Dance, Hundred-legged Snake Belly!"

Flames, rocks, hurricanes, and poison, four attacks with different elements, struck towards the Black Death.

In the face of the attacks of the four pillars, especially the attacks of Xing Shoulang, who opened the markings, and the attack of Sorrow Mingyu Xingming, whose body was tempered to the limit of the human body, even if it was Black Death Mou, he could not continue to maintain the flat color on his face.

The sense of threat coming from all sides made the excitement gradually appear in its six bloody eyes.

"It's been a long time, it's been a good fight."

The voice fell, and its right hand rested lightly on the hilt of the long knife at its waist, which had been returned to its sheath.

The next moment.

Countless huge swirl-shaped moon blades, centered on the Black Death, burst out towards the surroundings.

"Breath of the Moon, Type Five, Lunar Plague Vortex!"