On the frontal battlefield, two consecutive rounds of bomb drops have squandered most of the poison.

Most of the ghosts in the col do not deliberately develop resistance to wisteria flower poison like diseased leaves.

Under the shroud of the fierce poisonous mist carefully prepared by the butterfly ninja, they had no chance of surviving at all. In the midst of screaming and wailing, the skin festers, the internal organs melted, and then turned into a pile of decaying cells, and the death could not be more miserable.

However, no matter how good the situation is, Ichiro has not relaxed at all.

In his spiritual vision, streams of black corrupt energy are emerging from the bodies of those evil ghosts who are desperate to survive, resisting the invasion of toxins for them, just like the nightmare that was turned over by the butterfly's poison, carrying out the final struggle.

Among the nearly 1,000 ghosts, about two-tenths of them are like this, and once these ghosts rush to the high ground and come into close contact with the people of the ghost killing team, I don't know how many people will be infected.

Even if he was confident, he would have to solve the problem of Onimai Tsuji no miserable today and solve the gloom at the source, but Koichiro still didn't want to take this risk.

"Robert, lock them up."

After Genichiro gave an order, the diminutive Robert responded, and immediately stepped forward and stretched his arms, and countless silver threads erupted from his palm, forming a huge web composed of tens of thousands of spider silks, which were buckled in the low-lying area like a fence.

Robert's father, on the other hand, grasped the tail end of the spider silk and further metallized and hardened it, covering the surface of the silk with a silver shell, eventually forming a huge cage that seemed small and fragile, but was actually indestructible.

Unless the ghosts are trying to escape or get smaller, they have only one deliberately set aside exit to escape.

And the four pillars that can open the markings (Yanyan Wind Butterfly) have been blocked there and waited for the rabbit.

Only when they also have the power of sunlight in their bodies can they avoid the infection of the shadows. The rest of the team members raised their guns to assist and stood as far away as possible.

At this point, the victory on the frontal battlefield has become a foregone conclusion, and there will be no surprises. With the exception of a few unlucky team members who shot at their own people, there were no serious casualties.

"Thousands of ghosts died in one battle, Ichiro, you still have this kind of commanding talent."

Masano smiled and felt glad from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't expect that in the case of setting a trap, he could cut off Onimai Tsuji's minions so easily. In the face of the wisteria flower poison combined with the special medicine powder that makes the ghosts unable to recover their injuries, most of the ghosts in this area are no different from ordinary humans, and they all have to fall under machine gun fire and wait for death.

"It's time to come to an end here."

Ichiro had commanded more difficult battles, and he didn't think it was worth mentioning, relying on the advantage of weapons.

"Next, you have to get ready. As long as Zhu Shi successfully reaches the side of Onimai Tsuji no miserable, we will directly teleport over. Don't forget, there are two more windings with him...... And those peasants who took the initiative to become ghosts not long ago should also gather in his vicinity. When the time comes, what awaits us is an unprepared encounter, and sacrifice is inevitable......"

"As for now," Genichiro turned his head to look at the hill at the end of the col, a faint hint of amusement appeared on his face, "let's go and see the defeat of Black Death." Naruto—"

After the piano sounded, except for the four pillars that were responsible for blocking the door, Genichiro and the rest of the pillars all arrived on a boulder on the hill on the other side. The brother and sister of Yuwoza and the prostitute Taro are already waiting there.

"I thought you'd leave Black Death to deal with ......"

The expression of the Zodiac was a little unhappy, and he regarded the Black Death Mou as an old enemy that had to be surpassed. But on the contrary, Ichiro actually sent a sick old man over, and he didn't know who it was, the fighting spirit on his body was extremely unstable, and it looked like he might fall to the ground and die at any time.

The people who had just arrived looked at the clearing on the top of the hill along with the line of sight of the Yakuza and let out their voices in surprise one by one.

"Miss Yongzhen? And that old man is ......."

Butterfly Chanae immediately recognized Yongzhen who was waiting on the side, but it was the first time the old man had seen him.

"It's the ancestor."

Ichiro's tone unconsciously became a little proud, "Sword Saint, Ashina Ichshin." ”

"In order not to be distracted when looking for Onimai Tsuji for a while, only grandpa can solve him as quickly as possible."

"We'll just watch right here."

……

As Yongzhen retreated, the body of the lost supporter gradually became erect, and after hanging the knife from his waist, a blade with intricate patterns was slowly withdrawn—for a moment, the cold wind of the winter night suddenly stopped, and the air around him became a little viscous, as if it had become lifeless due to the appearance of some ominous object.

"Ashina Isshin?"

Black Death Mou said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect to meet it on this occasion.

"Are you here to challenge me?"

"Challenge you...... No.

"What you did to the old man's grandson is really unforgivable."

Yixin gently vibrated the knife and leaned it on the right side of his body, the vicissitudes of life's single eye flashed with a cold light, competing against the six bloody eyes of the black dead Mou, but there was no decline at all.

"Therefore it is my duty to slay you."

Ashina's tone was very cold.

What he said by "unforgivable" does not mean that Ichiro was almost killed by Black Death, but that Black Death Shot poured a large amount of ghost blood into Ichiro, which made Ichiro taste the sweetness of the explosion of power after his demonization, causing him to almost be confused by this heresy again.

However, all of this sounds like that to Black Death, which is not the case. Beneath his calm mountain-like exterior, there was a heart full of doubts—

Why did this old man dare to say such a thing as "kill me" so firmly?

Where did the other party's huge self-confidence and the faint anxiety in his blood come from?

It's not that he has to despise this long-awaited reed celebrity master, but the person in front of him, his body is no longer something that can be described by the word "aging".

If the body of Yuan Yi in old age is compared to a piece of hard dead wood, then the body of Reed Name Yixin is on the foundation of the dead wood, which is further hollowed out by insects, and is also covered with rotten fungi - internal organs are failing, bones are fragile, and blood flow is fine, even if it is not transparent, ordinary people can see from the appearance of his skin and bones that he has long been like a candle in the wind, and it will be extinguished as soon as it blows.

What's more, this person is not using a Japanese wheel knife, nor is he using a breathing method that can improve combat effectiveness!

Why did he dare to say that he wanted to kill me?! Is he being too arrogant, or is he underestimating me?

And what made Black Death Mou unbearable the most was that the pillars of those ghost killing teams were obviously on the opposite hill, but they were just watching from a distance, and they didn't mean to help at all. And the smile of Ei Na Koichiro was completely captured by his six eyes.

It was a hint to him at that time - you will surely die.

Coupled with Wu Miao's abandonment behavior, Black Death Mou suddenly experienced a familiar sense of humiliation. Just like when his father discovered Yuanyi's qualifications and hoped that Yuanyi would inherit the family business, it seemed that he had lost the value of being recognized.

I'm not what I was four hundred years ago.

There were layers of waves in the heart lake of the Black Dead Mou.

When I wasn't very strong, even Yuan Yi couldn't kill me, and he died with a single sword.

Now a sick old man who doesn't know how to breathe, hasn't entered the supreme realm, and holds a weapon that isn't even a ghost slashing knife—

How dare you say my end so categorically!

Ancient memories and complex emotions drove Black Death Mou to forget his usual etiquette, and his body suddenly rushed forward, rushing towards the arrogant old man who was open in the door, open-chested, and even strolling leisurely.

He pulled out a large, longitudinal pale red crescent in an attempt to cut the heart in half.

How can you resist my combat skills when you are so old!

My speed and strength are ten times better than his!

Black Death Mou was full of confidence, and those pillars watching the battle in the distance, those young and strong genius swordsmen, combined, were the enemies he longed for. And the one in front of him was just a ghost that overlapped with the figure in his memory!

If I can't kill this old decay, what's the point of all my efforts all these years?

However, Reina was bent on facing the sudden attack, and his face was as calm as usual.

Just as the slash was about to hit his face, his body flashed sideways like a reed fiddled by the wind, grazing against the crescent moon by a fraction of a margin!

"What is this?!"

Although Black Death Mou felt that the scene in front of him was a little terrifying, he didn't have time to think about it, and made a posture at the speed of light, and then swung a horizontal slash in front of him that couldn't see the trajectory at all.

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

This is a sword drawing technique with the body of a ghost!

Without a clear vision to anticipate his movements, there is no way to dodge, which is why Zo has never won under him!

However, a puzzling scene reappeared.

Wei Ming suddenly bent down to dodge this move, and then half-knelt and spun his body in front of Black Death, which was a simple blow - blood splattered instantly.

"He's hurt?"

Uza couldn't believe it, "What's going on?" ”

Black Death Mou only felt a pain on his face, and the three eyes on the right lost his vision, and he immediately counterattacked but was directly held by Reed's blade - the strength that originally belonged to him was immediately sent back intact, and Black Death Mou's center of gravity was unstable, and he immediately took a step back.

But it was also at this gap that Reed Ming was holding the knife and his side in both hands, and his body flew out between the steps, and he had reached a place three or four meters behind Black Death Mu in an instant.

At this point, the two completed a swap of positions, and each other stood silently in place, not moving for a few seconds, as if time had stood still.

Subsequently, Black Death Mou took the lead in speaking out-

"How is this possible?"

Immediately after, the hand with which he held the knife, along with the knife full of eyes, fell to the ground with a thud!

The blood, which belonged to one of the upper strings, fell dripping into the hard earth.

Although the injuries on Black Death Mou's face had recovered, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Why, I can't predict his movements?

It was such a simple counterattack, and it was completely expected, why, I was still hit by him?

Why, this old and sick body, holding a weapon that is not a Nichiren sword, can also cut off my hard body?

At this moment, there were even greater doubts than when he fought against Yuanyi back then, and he filled Black Death Mou's heart.

He felt that Ashina was like a wall, and he poured water called Attack on it, but he had no idea what pattern he would see.

Ashina's single-minded movements, as if he was just cracking on the spot according to his movements, did not have any plans and predictions at all! In this way, he naturally could not see any "signs" for a long time.

Black Death Mou was a little unwilling, he had studied hard for many years before he entered the realm, but it was completely ineffective against the person in front of him!

If you say, the last time you were slashed by Genichiro with Rust Maru, it was because that prosthetic hand had a strange ability to cut off the line of sight. This time, then, he encountered something that he couldn't understand.

After less than three moves, his arm was cut off, what a frustration.

"You're unfamiliar with your skills as a samurai......

Edina's heart suddenly burst into a voice and said, "Because you have become a ghost who doesn't care about being injured, and you are too far away from the crisis of life and death, have you forgotten how to protect your body?" ”

"It seems that as long as you become a ghost, you will no longer be considered a real samurai."

This sentence, like Huang Zhong Dalu, thundered in the black death Mou's brain.

He picked up the palm of his grip on the knife and re-attached it, turning to face Ashina again, his previous contempt swept away, leaving only confusion and obvious irritation.

"What is the relationship between oni and whether you can be a samurai?"

Black Death Mou still considers himself a samurai under the command of Onimai Tsuji, and his way of life throughout the centuries is that he will not allow others to insult him at will.

"Does this need to be explained?"

"Samurai know that fighting will have terrible consequences, so they have to hone their swordsmanship to protect themselves while killing their enemies. If you are physically damaged, your career as a samurai will end and your subjects will be humiliated by your enemies, so in order to survive and take your responsibility, you have to stand on the edge of your sword and face every battle carefully. ”

"But as a ghost, you no longer need to maintain the vigilance that this kind of samurai must have. You haven't faced a fair opponent in years, and it's been too far from your last injury. Therefore, he blindly pursues the speed and power of swordsmanship, but forgets the true nature of swordsmanship. No matter how gorgeous and magnificent the moves you create, in the end you are just sacrificing the basics. ”

By the time he finished saying all this, Black Death Mou's face was already gloomy and terrifying.

If it is really as Ashina said, then all the efforts since he became a ghost have not been in vain, or even the opposite.

"It's not helpful to say more."

Ashin suddenly put the knife into the sheath, put the right half of his body in front of him, and lowered his body slightly, "Just try it." ”

The words fell, and two sharp silver vacuum waves, one horizontal and one vertical, had approached the face door of Black Death Mou.

It's the authentic reed celebrity cross chop!

Black Death easily blocked the horizontal slash, but was forced back on the spot by the faster smash, and immediately used his strength to rotate his body in the air, and countless small crescents wrapped in two wide slashes flew out, once they hit the human body, they would definitely shatter it on the spot.

"Breath of the Moon, Type Three, Aversion to the Moon, Eclipse!"

Reina just swung his blade slightly, and the tiny crescent moon clanged into it, and then wrapped around Ueda Isshin's gold-steel dragon, pushing it to launch a counter-slash against Black Death, cutting off the tip of the sword!

It's the second time!

Black Death Mou still didn't understand how Reed Ming's heart did it. Why was his own strength borrowed by him and beaten back to him intact?

No wonder, with such an old body, he could cut off his arm! As long as he attacks within his slash range, I'm afraid that any sword type will be used by him in turn!

That's how he matched me in this physical state!

Black Death suddenly realized.

That being the case - if you want to defeat this old man, you have to keep your distance!

"Five-Type: Moon Scourge!"

This move is not so much a sword type as a blood ghost technique. Because Black Death didn't need to swing his weapon at all, he could roll up a swirling blade wind in the center of the circle and fire the moon blade in all directions.

Sure enough, Ashina's attack was interrupted, and after two moon blades were missed, he immediately retreated.

And Black Death Mou took advantage of this time, and immediately turned the blade he had spawned with blood demon magic into its ultimate form—a lightsaber with a giant seven-blade body that was two meters long!

Since the melee swing will be used, then I'll drive you out of the attack distance!

"Type Seven, Mirror of Doom, Reflecting the Moon!"

He waved the seven knives in his hand, and five pink shockwaves hit the ground in front of him like the bones of a folding fan, and several pieces of earth and rocks along the way were cut off and flyed, and countless small shockwaves like comets filled the gaps in the attack—

Under one blow, the ground of thirty or forty square meters was completely unrecognizable, and even a large hole had to be opened in a building.

In the mind of Black Death, Reed's body was weak, and he was able to dodge such a large-scale and indiscriminate blow in time, and he couldn't repeat it many times, and he always had to run out of physical strength.

Although it is a shameful to fight a war of attrition with humans, doesn't it just prove that he is not going down the wrong path? Only when you become a ghost, there will be no end to the way of swordsmanship.

In fact, just as he expected, Ashina was forced out of the strike range of five meters away, and he couldn't get close at all.

However, just when he thought that Ichishin couldn't breathe and therefore couldn't threaten him with that powerful slash, a terrifying aura that sent chills through his stomach surged from the katana that looked just a little hard in Isshin's hand.

"It's rude to go back and forth without coming...... Since you have chosen this kind of fighting method of cutting melons and chopping vegetables, then I will add another fire to this place, what do you think? ”

At this point, Yixin's raised foot suddenly stomped heavily on the ground, and streams of orange flames with malice covered the entire battlefield where they were fighting.

This time, Black Death Mou finally felt an unprecedented sense of great crisis, like Yuanyi's knife, on his neck.

It's hard to write in words

(End of chapter)