"Oh, interesting."

Looking at the hammer-wielding swordsman in front of him, Black Death Mou's eyes showed a hint of interest: "It turns out that he has awakened the markings." ”

"It seems that this battle will be more interesting than I imagined."

The front finger of the demon knife, the dense ghost pupils on it, flashing with a strange color.

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

For the first time, Black Death Mou took the initiative to attack.

Juhe, who was so fast that he couldn't see the trajectory clearly, carried countless tiny moon blades, and came to the side of the Sorrowful Mingyu in an instant.

The body that has been tempered to the limit of human perfection, coupled with the blessing of the markings, the rock pillar at this moment, the Sorrowful Mingyu Xing Immortal, is strong enough to compete with the first three winds.

However, even so, in the face of Black Death's slash, he could only barely perceive the trajectory when he was blind.

"Its attack speed, it's too fast!"

Just when the demon knife was about to arrive.

The battle consciousness honed by hundreds of battles since becoming a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team made the body of Sorrow Mingyu Xingying start spontaneously before his brain could react.

The left hand raised the axe upward, intending to resist the slash of the demon knife, while the meteor hammer in the right hand followed closely and threw it backwards, smashing forward in a parabola, trying to counterattack while defending.

But.

His plan fell through.

It was obviously a demon knife that was slashing in a straight line, but a second before it was about to collide with the broad axe, the movement trajectory suddenly changed, and it bypassed the block of the broad axe by a millimeter, and the black death mou holding the knife was also slightly sideways at this moment, and flashed the bombardment of the meteor hammer.

Looking at the somewhat stunned expression of Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming, Black Death Mou smiled faintly.

"Boom!"

The demon knife slashed obliquely, leaving a deep wound on the chest of Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming, and its white bones were faintly visible.

Endure the severe pain in his chest, at this moment, Xing Ming has already forgotten his life and death, if he can't defeat the evil ghost in front of him, then all his companions will die here, and the sacrifice of the lord will be meaningless.

This belief sustained him and made him burst out with even greater strength.

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

The raging chains drove the broad axes and meteor hammers at both ends, smashing into the black death mou in front of him with a thousand momentum.

In the face of Xing Ming's desperate blow, even if it was Black Death, he didn't want to snatch his edge, and the dots under his feet opened up a distance of several meters in an instant.

"Boom!"

The giant hammer smashed through the ground, and countless pieces of wood were scattered in all directions, carrying smoke and dust.

"Hoo ......"

"Hoo ......"

Heavy gasps appeared on their own.

The already exhausted physical strength, even if he awakens the markings, he can't recover much, and after blocking the previous "Moon Breath, Two Types, Zhuhua Moon", and just "Moon Breath, One Type, Dark Moon, Yoi no Palace", he burst out with the last sword technique with the little remaining strength, and at this moment, he even stood a little reluctantly.

And the Black Death Mou, who has hundreds of years of combat experience, can't see this.

Because of this, it didn't swing its sword to kill the strong swordsman in front of it at the first time, but said in a tone with a faint sarcasm: "Even if the markings are opened, what can it do? ”

"Don't you know that it's impossible to live past the age of 25 when you open the markings?"

"You are already past 25 years old, and with the pitiful weakness of a human being, after tonight, even if you do not die under my sword, you will die due to the exhaustion of your vitality."

"Really, is it worth it?"

In the face of Black Death's ridicule, Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming gasped and said word by word: "No! In the history of the Demon Slayer, there was a swordsman who, even with the markings turned on, lived far more than 25 years. ”

As the oldest and oldest pillar in the Ghost Slayer Squad, Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming knows information that many others don't know.

"His name is called, Jiguo Yuanyi!"

“…… Fate 1......"

Hearing these two words, his face was calm from beginning to end, and for the first time, he lost his temper.

After hundreds of years, someone finally mentioned the name in front of it again.

The anger that bred from the deepest part of his heart made Black Death Mou's face begin to distort, and the six blood pupils also shone with a strange red light due to anger.

"What do you understand?"

The monstrous anger made Black Death Mou no longer able to control his emotions, and the demon knife in his hand slashed out, accompanied by countless sword qi, wanting to cut the swordsman in front of him who touched the sore spot in his heart into pieces.

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

The moon blades formed by countless sword qi poured out overwhelmingly.

In the face of such an offensive, Xing Ming, who had no strength left, had a bitter smile on his face, and his heart was filled with regret that could not be swept away.

I'm sorry, my lordship...... I can't complete the task you have been told.

"No!"

Xing Shoulang in the rear widened his eyes and shouted loudly, wanting to rush forward to stop him, but how could he do it, who was already exhausted?

He could only struggle his body, watching the sword qi moon blade get closer and closer to the Sorrowful Mingyu Xing Hell.

Suddenly, an inexplicable strong wind appeared in the martial arts hall.

In a trance, Xing Shoulang and Xing Ming, and even the black death Mou, who was in a state of rage, all had a faint voice in their ears.

“…… Flame Blade ......"

"Purgatory!"

"Boom!"

The brilliant flames pierced the space, and they arrived first, reaching in front of Xing Shen's body.

The Red Flame Blade swept across, and countless flame sword qi came out of his body, completely canceling out the Moon Blade Sword Qi.

The sudden attack brought clarity back to the eyes of Black Death Mou, who had fallen into a state of rage.

With a single step under its feet, it instantly retreated a distance of more than ten meters, and at the same time, the six bloody eyes widened slightly, intending to see clearly the figure that appeared in front of Xing Nether's body and was completely enveloped in flames.

What a speed!

Also, there's something familiar about it......

"Who are you?"

Sharply questioning came out of the mouth of the Black Death Mu, looking at the figure in the flames, a trace of jealousy flashed in its eyes.

The aura on the body of the comer far surpassed the previous columns, and was even enough to compare with the current one.

What an incredible thing it is.

Five hundred years have passed, except for the figure that couldn't catch up at the beginning, and the ghost king Ghost Dance Tsuji is not miserable, Black Death Mou has never seen such an existence.

Soon, the burning flame gradually extinguished, and the appearance of its inner figure also appeared clearly in front of its eyes.

It was a young man with orange-red hair, surrounded by a pale red armor that was almost condensed, and the shone of the Japanese wheel sword shining with crimson light, in his hand, bloomed with a sharp edge that people dare not look at directly.

The person who came was none other than Senjuro, who came all the way.

Seeing the young man's face, Hei Death Mu subconsciously whispered:

"It's you?!"

(How time flies!) Unconsciously, this book has been written for almost 3 months, forgive the author for the shortness and weakness of the bacteria, after all, you know, the author's code words have a limited time, huh...... Next Friday, the book will be on the shelves.

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