Before the blade was revealed, the terrifying sword qi had already cut through the air, emitting a piercing scream.

Several huge semi-circular moon blades appeared around Black Death Mou's body, and on top of the huge moon blades, there were also countless tiny miniature semi-circular blades.

Just the moment it collided with the moon blade, Butterfly Shinobi was shocked by the terrifying power carried by the sword qi, and his body was in mid-air, and blood spat out of his mouth.

Compared to Butterfly Shinobi, Immortal Kawa Minoru performed slightly better, but after the difficult resistance, his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

Fortunately, the Moon Blade, which was supposed to automatically counterattack, did not launch it in order to counter the attacks of the other two sides, otherwise this time, the two of them would have been unpredictable.

In the other two directions, the burning Sun Wheel Knife in Xing Shoulang's hand and the Meteor Hammer that shattered the air in the Sorrowful Screaming Island also launched a fierce collision with the Moon Blade Sword Qi of Black Death.

The flames devoured the Moon Blade, and the rock shattered the sword qi, however, the sword qi used by Black Death Mou seemed to be endless, even if it was partially shattered by Xing Shoulang and Sorrow Mingyu Xingming, but this damage was really insignificant.

Looking at the two people who were struggling to wield the Sun Wheel Sword against the Moon Blade, Black Death Mou smiled faintly: "Sure enough, it is worthy of the swordsman who opened the markings and the human who tempered the flesh to the limit of perfection, you are proud to be able to take my move." But ......"

"Breath of the Moon, Type Six, Lonely Moon in the Night, Infernal."

The blade was unsheathed, and at this moment, Xing Shoulang and Sorrow Mingyu Xingming, who were close at hand, finally saw clearly the appearance of the weapon in the hands of the head of the upper string, Black Death Mou.

It was a blade of demonic flesh and blood with the blade, the handle, and the blade covered with eyes.

As the demon knife was unsheathed, criss-crossing slash marks instantly appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at the countless moon blades that were oncoming and spread all over the field of vision, the two of them who were caught off guard had to hurriedly change their stance and defend.

"Breath of Flame, Type Four, Vortex of Flame!"

——A large number of flame sword qi circulated in a vortex-like manner.

"Breath of the Rock, Type Three, Skin of the Rock Body!"

- A meteor hammer that rotates and dances around its body, like an unbreakable granite boulder.

However, he failed to perform his complete sword skills, and in the face of countless moon blades, even if he blocked almost ninety percent, the remaining small moon blades that could not be defended still left deep and visible knife marks on the two of them.

When the blood light exploded, the two hurriedly adjusted their pace and distanced themselves from Black Death.

"Huhu...... Whew......"

The sound of heavy breathing came from the noses of Kyojuro, Sorrowful Mingyu Xingying, Immortal Kawa Minoru and Butterfly Shinobi.

The two sides had only fought for a few seconds, but the weight of the mountain-like collapse had already caused the four of them to breathe a little disordered.

The gap in physical fitness is too big!

Even the Sorrowful Mingyu Xingying, whose physical body has reached the limit of ordinary people's perfection, and Xingjulang, whose physique has taken a big step forward on the original basis under the blessing of the markings, are far from the body of the winding ghost tempered by Black Death Mou for hundreds of years, not to mention the immortal Kawa Minoru and the butterfly ninja who is not good at physique.

The moment the two sides clashed, just resisting the terrifying power of Black Death Mou made the four of them do their best.

What's more, the inhuman physique that is so strong is only a small part of Black Death's strength.

"Compared to the previous generations of pillars, you are strong enough, but unfortunately, compared to the original breathing swordsmen, you are still too immature."

The bland words slowly came out of Black Death Mou's mouth, with a trace of disappointment in his voice that could not be concealed, and the next moment, the demon knife full of ghost pupils slashed out again.

"Breath of the Moon, Type Three, Hatred of the Moon, Eclipse."

As the demon sword waved, four crescent-shaped huge sword qi, carrying dense miniature moon blades, flew sideways towards the four of them.

The terrifying aura shook in all directions, looking at the huge sword qi that was higher than a person in front of them, the four of them did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly used their best sword skills to deal with it.

"Breath of Fire, Type Nine, Purgatory!"

"Breath of Rock, Type Four, Rhyolite, Quick!"

"Wind Breath, Type Nine, Wei Daotian Typhoon!"

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

The next moment.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion erupted suddenly from the place where the four of them collided with the huge crescent-type sword qi.

The terrifying fluctuations swept in all directions, destroying the pillars on the martial arts arena at all times, and Muichiro, who was inserted on the pillars, was also thrown out in the aftermath of the battle, and his body disappeared into the smoke and dust in the sky.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Xing Shoulang and Sorrow Mingyu, who were half-kneeling with knives, were in the dark, and blood was already flowing from the corners of their mouths.

And Butterfly Shinobu and Immortal Minoru Kawa, who were not as strong as the two, had fallen on the broken wooden floor and passed out.

Struggling to stand up, the red flame in Xingjulang's eyes had dimmed slightly.

With the power of the four pillars, he still can't fight against Black Death Mou, and now, Butterfly Shinobi and Immortal Kawa Minoru have been defeated, which makes him optimistic and cheerful by nature, and he can't help but feel gloomy.

How can such a huge gap in strength be bridged?

"Is this the power of the pillars of this era...... I'm a little disappointed......"

did not continue to attack, but instead returned the demon knife to the sheath of the black death mou stood indifferently.

It was only at this time that Xing Shoulang and Beimingyu Xingming, who still barely had physical strength, realized that from the time they fought with the four of them to the present, Black Death Mou had never moved a step.

But it was already like an old naughty boy, easily crushing the four of them.

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath and adjusting the frequency of his breathing, Xing Shoulang, who had suppressed the negative emotions in his heart, raised his head, staring at the black death mou with his hands on his chest and his body full of flaws, and the palm holding the blade of red flame was repeatedly tightened.

glanced at the sorrowful Mingyu Xingming beside him, and both of them saw the meaning of death in each other's eyes.

In a wordless tacit understanding, the two once again launched a charge towards Black Death.

Even if you know that the road ahead is a certain death, as a pillar, you will do your best to the last of your strength!

"Breath of Fire, Type Nine, Purgatory!"

"Breath of the Rock, Type Five, Walun Punishment Department!"

Looking at the roaring Yanlong and the meteor hammer that broke through the sky, the black death mou had no well in his eyes, and said indifferently: "Really, stubborn. ”

The demon knife came out of its sheath, the blade swept, and countless sword qi swayed out, instantly forming two arc-shaped moon blades.

"The Breath of the Moon, the Second Type, the Moon."

The moon blade swirls and flies, like the moonlight scattered in the world, beautiful and deadly.

As soon as it made contact, the moon blade directly pierced through the Yan Dragon and the Meteor Hammer that were barely attacking, and unabated, slashing towards Xing Shoulang and Sorrow Mingyu Xingming in the rear.

Turning around indifferently, the demon knife was returned to its sheath, and the black death mou closed his eyes.

Those who will die have no value to look at again.

"Boom!"

However, the expected sound of flesh tearing did not appear.

Opening his eyes with some confusion, Black Death Mou looked at the location of the two.

Judging by its hundreds of years of combat experience, the two of them who are already at the end of the strong crossbow have no chance of surviving in the face of the "Erzhi Type Zhuhua Moon".

So, what did the unexpected happen?

In the blood pupils opened by Black Death Mou, an extremely strong figure was clearly reflected.

He stood in front of Kyojuro, holding the meteor hammer and the broad axe, wrapped around the blue-gray lines like veins of blood vessels.