Sensing the deadly killing machine coming from behind him, there was no trace of panic on Black Death Mou's face.

In the state of "transparent world", he has long been aware of everything around him.

Muichiro's life-sacrificing sneak attack that he endured until this moment was nothing more than a trick for him.

Without looking back, the ghost pupil demon knife in Black Death Mou's hand, which was almost twice as long as the ordinary sword, slashed back counterclockwise, wanting to split Muichiro in a gliding state into two from his waist.

Even if it is the continuation of his own family bloodline, if he dares to do something to it, he will inevitably bear the corresponding price.

Anyone, or a ghost, is no exception!

Black Death's slash, even in a low state, was still so swift, Muichiro only felt a flower in front of him, and in the next moment, a strange blood blade with several branches was close to his face.

At the moment of life and death, the strong stimulation made Muichiro's spiritual will highly condensed.

The body temperature is rising, and the frequency of the heart rate is also increasing dramatically......

Just when the demon knife was only 3 centimeters away from his skin, a cloud-like pale green pattern suddenly appeared on Muichiro's cheeks.

Brindle, on!

Leaning over, the demon knife swept over his head, cutting off a few strands of hair, Muichiro's eyes were full of determination, and the Japanese wheel knife in his hand slashed out.

"Evil spirit, no matter who you used to be, it doesn't matter anymore, when you give up your human body and swing your blade at innocent people, there will be no more relationship between you and me!"

"Suffer death!"

The pale blue blade sliced through the air, splitting the thick fog in two.

The next moment, the Sunset Knife, which emitted a pale blue light, slashed hard at Black Death's neck.

"Boom!"

A strong metallic hum shook in all directions.

In Muichiro's incredible eyes, a flesh and blood blade full of ghost pupils grew out of Black Death Mou's shoulder, blocking his death-fighting blow.

Looking at Muichiro who was close at hand, the emotions on Black Death Mou's face were quite complicated, both pleased that his descendants were so good, and unwilling to be so bad for hundreds of years that even his juniors could almost hurt it.

The demon knife slashed obliquely, slashing Muichiro dozens of meters away and fainting to the ground, Black Death Mou turned his head and refocused his attention on Qianjuro's body.

Even with the markings turned on, in its eyes, Muichiro was still just a toy-wielding child, unable to pose the slightest threat.

Its opponent has only one from beginning to end, and that is the unique red-haired boy in front of him.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling deeply, Chijurou slowly raised the Red Flame Blade in his hand.

Muichiro's sneak attack allowed him to recover a trace of physical strength and spirit more than Black Death.

However, this is not enough to be a bargaining chip to break the scales.

"As I expected, in the pure strength competition, I am worse than you after all." Raising his head and looking directly at the evil ghost in front of him, Chijuro said slowly:

"However, as a human being, in the face of the evil ghosts who wantonly slaughter my fellow clansmen, no matter how big the price is, I will not hesitate to fight."

As Senjuro's voice came out, the almost physical pale red armor that wrapped around his body gradually dissipated, and the aura on his body quickly retreated, dropping to a level that was only a little stronger than an ordinary pillar.

Quietly looking at the strange scene in front of him, Black Death Mou had no intention of interrupting.

For its part, the stronger the opponent, the happier it is.

Only when there is a strong enemy that can give it life and death oppression, can it go one step further, see the way beyond the "transparent world", and catch up with "him"!

The dissipated "Blazing Shura" armor turned into a pure and thick fire element in the air, and swirled around Senjuro's body like a whirlpool.

In the process of spinning, these fire elements were inevitably attracted by the "sea of elements" in nature, and quietly lost some of them, but under the control of Senjuro's spiritual thoughts, most of the fire elements still flowed and gradually returned to his body.

Time, in this moment, seems to freeze.

The sinuous dark red lines start from the center of Senjuro's eyebrows and spread downward, through his face, over his neck, and all over his body......

The long orange-red hair, as if pulled by some invisible force, floated upward, and the burning flames in the red eyes gradually twisted and deformed, turning into a dark red ring, embedded in the pupils, like a rising sun.

"Breath of Fire, Type Twelve, Sun of Blade!"

The surging waves of air swept in all directions.

Looking at Qianjuro, whose appearance had changed drastically, Black Death Mou suddenly burst out laughing, and his voice was filled with endless ecstasy.

"Hahaha! That's right, that's it, now you, are qualified to let me do everything! ”

"No matter how ugly it becomes, even if it completely abandons the human signs, as long as I can become stronger, as long as I can defeat you, I will not hesitate to do it!"

In the midst of the wild laughter, Black Death's refined body began to wriggle and distort, and two horns formed by the entanglement of flesh and blood appeared on the top of its head, extending upwards and bending, like a crown on its head.

Not only that, but its body has also undergone terrifying mutations.

Four large, barbed flesh tentacles emerged from its back, sharp curved blades shaped like insect arthropods protruding from its ribs.

In each of its two hands, it held a flesh demon knife full of branched blades, and the many ghost pupils on it were also opened, covered with dense blood.

The face, which originally retained traces of humanity, has now become extremely hideous and full of sharp teeth, and it is difficult to find any signs of its former human being.

At this moment, what appeared in Chijuro's eyes was no longer the awe-inspiring swordsman with his own sword qi, but a crazy monster who was willing to give up everything for the sake of victory.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ...... Come on...... Powerful human swordsman...... Let's let everything go and fight to our heart's content! ”

The demon that barely retained a shred of sanity said, and then, the clarity in its eyes was completely replaced by scarlet.

"Breath of the Moon, Type Fourteen, Fierce Change, Sky Full of Moon!"

"Second Chain!"

The ghost hands all over the green tendons waved crosswise, and countless huge moon blade sword qi appeared on the two demon swords, layer upon layer, like an unstoppable huge wave, wanting to devour Qianjurou completely.

"Really, sadly......"

Looking at the already vague distorted figure under the cover of the moonblade sword qi, Qianjulang couldn't help but feel sad.

In order to become stronger, even if you fall to this point, you will not hesitate......

"In that case......

"Just let me end this......"

"Flame of the Blade: Flameless!"

There was no wanton spread of flames, Senjuro just raised the Hinakura knife in his hand that emitted a faint red light and waved it lightly from top to bottom.

In an instant, the Sky Moon Blade shattered.

A thin wall of golden sword light, starting from the tip of the Hinawa Wheel in Chijuro's hand, stretched behind Black Death Mou, and passed through its body.

Looking up at the roof where the sun could not be seen, Black Death Mou's eyes flashed a little confusion at first, and then he said in an inaudible voice:

"Again, a taste of failure......"

"I'm really unwilling......"

"Yuanyi, in the end, I still haven't been able to catch up with you......"

The evil spirits that have killed countless people have turned into black ashes in endless unwillingness and gradually dissipated.

Only in the same place, an old wooden flute was left, broken in two.

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