Seeing the strange flames suddenly burning on the opposite hill, the ghosts and pillars watching the battle all had goosebumps on their bodies.

I don't know if it was a delusion or what, when the flame rose, they seemed to hear the howl of pain stacked by thousands of voices, and when their hearts were flooded with negative emotions such as fear, pain, sorrow, anger, etc., they were almost hooked up with a trace of killing and destruction buried deep in their hearts......

Especially the Ichokoza and the prostitute Taro, suddenly a moment of memory flooded into his mind - Ichoza saw a group of men in ancient robes, who were smashed into heads one by one, pierced through the heart, and blood flowed all over the ground, and corpses were all over the field; And the prostitute Taro looked at a scorched girl in a pit of black smoke who repeatedly moaned "brother".

Boiling blood poured into their eyes.

It was the most murderous moment in their lives, and now they were suddenly seduced out of the depths of their consciousness by the flames......

But I can't think of anything more.

After waiting for the two ghosts to improve slightly, they looked at the others and found that the expressions of the pillars of the ghost killing team also instantly became vicious, but they quickly suppressed it.

And the strangest thing is that it is only the raging fire that Ashina has stepped on with his heart and feet, not himself.

"Hey, hey, hey, the two of them, who's the hell."

Yu Marrow Tianyuan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with some fear, "Although the consequences of stepping on this foot are indescribably gorgeous, but that fire is obviously problematic, right?" ”

Frightened by this flame, it seems that the matter of his brother and father becoming ghosts is not so important.

"This is a karmic fire formed by the convergence of resentment and killing intent on the battlefield, also known as the fire of Shura."

Ichiro touched his faintly hot hand and couldn't help but sigh at his grandfather's strength in mind that he could control this flame so easily - you know, with the help of the system, he would only use it when he occasionally executed enemies.

"When Grandpa was young, he cut off one of Shura's arms, and the flames stained the sword for him to drive."

"Repair...... Shura? ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, this is another word that only exists in mythology, and it sounds much more terrifying than ghosts.

Although they don't know exactly what is going on, they have already made up an earth-shattering battle in their minds.

Black Death's reaction was similar.

Surrounded by this malicious flame, he instantly felt his six eyes ache with smoke.

The last time I felt this way was on the battlefield, when I had to burn the corpses of my comrades to avoid the plague......

You can't be wrong, this is the flame of the battlefield, the karmic fire that devours the warriors, and the proof of revenge that will never end.

"Shura, is there such a monster in this world?"

His voice reached Ashina's ears through the flames, but it was no longer as steady as before.

"When a person is driven by the tools he thinks he has in his hands and does not know it, he falls into the path of asura."

Reeda stood in the flames with one heart, completely unaffected, but his tone was a little resentful and nostalgic, "Once the karmic fire burns the heart, you must quench your thirst with blood, and you don't know kindness, you don't know old friends, and you are shrouded in boundless killing thoughts......

"So, it seems appropriate to use this flame against you!"

The moment the words fell, Yixin suddenly bent his body like an arched bridge, causing the diamond iron dragon to touch the ground.

The flames around it consciously climbed up along the blade, dyeing the entire blade red!

"Hey—"

While bent on lifting the knife, a gust of wind close to the ground suddenly surged, and the fire of Shura along the way rose when it saw the wind, like a huge wave at the tide, as if it was going to drown the Black Death Mou directly?

Although Black Death Mou lost his vision, he still used his terrifying speed to dodge the flames.

But immediately, two horizontal and vertical cross-knife lights wrapped in flames had already reached him, directly slicing his sternum.

The unprecedented pain made him wake up suddenly—the old man's powerful move just now was just a disguise.

Single-mindedness could walk through the flames at will, but he couldn't—the flames obscured his vision, and he couldn't use them.

In addition, the flame ignited on his body and could not be extinguished, making him murderous and restless-

In the face of an opponent who is worse than himself, this state may be able to play extraordinarily and bring terror to the opponent; But the more he equals, or even surpasses, his opponents, the more he needs to be calm!

"Breath of the Moon, Type Eight, Moon Wheel Dragon's Tail!"

The seven knives in his hand slashed through a range of one hundred and eighty degrees, and the huge slash with a width of ten meters rushed forward, pressing the flames so that they couldn't raise their heads.

This time, Black Death Mou finally found the position of Reed's heart again.

But in the face of this slash, the opponent not only did not dodge, but easily bounced the top to deflect its flight trajectory, and then a dive came to him and launched a speedy horizontal slash!

Black Death jumped up to dodge, but when he turned back, he found that the old man had put his knife into the sheath and stretched out his emaciated hands to his arms—

Crazy? Fight with ghosts!

Black Death Mou's face was hideous, and he stretched out his legs and kicked, but Wei Ming's single-minded "climbing carp, descending carp, and flowing water" could only be used on the blade!

You can do the same with your hands!

The back of his hand rubbed the arch of Black Death Mou's foot, and with a slight grip, he unloaded the force, and then with the help of the other party's own huge force, he threw Black Death Mou's body to the ground with a thud and buried it in the fire.

Then, Yixin drew his knife at the speed of light and launched it downward, and a fiery red slash rushed towards Black Death's neck.

At this moment, the moment Black Death Mu was only one step away from death, thousands of large and small crescent moon blade winds leaked out of his body, and a large explosion centered on him enveloped the entire battlefield.

Those blades flew out in all directions, and even a few people who were fighting dozens of meters away were not spared, and they all drew their swords to resist, but their hands were numb at the first contact.

Only then did they understand how far apart they were from one of the upper strings.

And Genichiro's grandfather, who seems to be "weak and can't help the wind", can force Black Death Mou into this situation, and what kind of role can be imagined.

Butterfly Chanae covered her mouth in surprise, thoughtful.

She remembered when she first met Ichiro and he had said that Ashina also had something similar to Onimai Tsuji.

Could it be that it is Shura who had his arm cut off by Genichiro's grandfather?

"Just this kind of momentum, if it's our ghost slayer team......"

Yoshiyoshi Tomioka, who was on the side, suddenly said, "I'm afraid that only Mr. Iwazu is sure to survive."

The rest of the people looked at the hill, which looked like it had been fired by a salvo from a warship's cannons, and very much agreed with Tomioka's judgment.

[Fortunately, grandpa has to fight this guy.] 】

Ichiro glanced at the dial on Akihime's wrist, [If it were me or the people of the Demon Slayer Team, I wouldn't have been sure that I would be cornered so quickly. 】

[In this way, there will be a shortage of manpower when dealing with Onimai Tsuji......]

Half a minute later, all the smoke and dust dispersed, and the flames were extinguished in the explosion just now, and the people and ghosts on the mountain were re-exposed to everyone's eyes.

Ashina was just a little more dust on his clothes, and he looked a little tired.

And Black Death has changed a lot-

Dozens of antler-like blades with eyes grew from the inside of his torso, most of them clustering near his neck.

Black Death's scarlet eyes were full of anger and shame, not only because he had almost just died at the hands of an old human, but also because the blade he had inadvertently given birth to had actually gathered around his neck, becoming an obvious protective shell. What's the difference between this and admitting defeat.

He knew very well that the duel between the samurai and the samurai was over.

The moment these blades appeared, even if he didn't have to swing the blade, his body could spit out the blades on his own, which was no longer a combat skill, but a pure blood ghost technique.

From the moment he used the Blood Demon Technique, he could no longer call himself a samurai.

After maintaining his identity for four hundred years, he completely collapsed, and his desire to survive finally trumped the pride of the samurai.

Ghosts, after all, are ghosts, and the instinct to survive suppresses everything else.

If he had been a human being, he would have been willingly killed at that moment......

"From the moment you become a ghost, you can no longer play the role that only humans can be."

Reina looked at his dejected appearance and spoke again.

"Without the basic concerns of being a human being, swordsmanship is destined to heresy."

This is the reason why he would rather die than fight Long Yin's idea.

"Why ......"

Black Death Mou asked softly, "With a body like yours, why are you so powerful?" Why don't you, a good swordsman, aspire to immortality? ”

"Your unsuccessful grandson has no talent for you at all, and this kind of swordsmanship will die out when you die......"

"Why, you can take all this so plainly?"

The last time he met Genichiro, the latter didn't know the sword momentum of "ascending carp, descending carp, flowing water", so Black Death Mou had this evaluation.

Wei Ming shook his head lightly: "It is precisely because I am old and frail that I still have to deal with the latent Shura, that I have to force myself to develop this kind of labor-saving swordsmanship. Death and old age are not threats, and if they weren't looming, how would I have created a reed celebrity?

"To be born to die and to create the pinnacle of achievement is a blessing that can only be found in a race like human beings with a short lifespan.

"Once you don't grow old and don't die, you don't have that sense of urgency, and you fall into a deep confusion because you live a long life and have too much time to make extra choices.

"......" Black Death's mouth opened slightly, he didn't expect to hear such words.

Disabled, old, sick and dead, life is impermanent, it has been the innate enemy of human beings since ancient times, why has it become a boost to the peak in this person's mouth.

"Look at your swordsmanship, which is the swordsmanship of slaughtering chickens and dogs against hordes of people who are weaker than you. It's because you're fearless and no longer at war with opponents who are stronger than you that you've created this kind of thing.

"However, your moon breath is not only superficially high, but also has a hint of fear caught in it.

"Think about it, what kind of samurai would desperately extend the distance of the blade to drive the enemy away from his side...... Either crush the enemy or escape the battle, this is the core of your swordsmanship, and this is also the essence of the devil to deceive the soft and afraid of the hard.

"Whether it's the reed celebrity or the ghost killing team's breathing method, it's all created to deal with monsters that are stronger than themselves."

Ash sighed heartily.

"That's why I said, from the moment I became a ghost......

"No matter what, your swordsmanship will go to heresy. The road to the pinnacle has been blocked by yourself! ”

"Blocked by yourself!"

"It's blocked!"

"Dead!"

These words, like a battering ram, blasted into Black Death's brain, knocking all his thoughts into pieces.

A swordsmanship that I am proud of...... In order to catch up with Yuanyi, the breath of the moon that was derived from the sixteenth type is really just to crush the weak and escape the swordsmanship of the strong?

That's it......

With a large range of striking surfaces, once damaged, it will immediately lengthen the blade and force the opponent to stay away from him!

Where is this the path to the top, this is clearly a coward's behavior!

What did Onimai Tsuji's miserable blood turn me into......

If I had seen myself now, what would I say?

Black Death Mou was stunned, and Wei Ming rested and breathed on the spot, and did not take the opportunity to make a move.

He is willing to give the other person some time to think.

After a long time, Black Death Mou finally moved, and a few heavy words came out of his mouth: "Thank you for your advice." ”

It's just that the scarlet blood light in his eyes is fading rapidly.

He held the antler-shaped blades that grew from his neck, snapping them one by one. Since it was essentially his bones, blood flowed freely when it broke.

As for the parts underneath him, he easily cut them off with a sweep of his sword.

"Succeeding the country and winning the ......"

"Oh?" Ashina was a little puzzled.

"Jiguo Yansheng is my original name."

Black Death Mou took out a quaint piccolo from his arms, squatted down and gently placed it on the ground, and then flicked it casually, rolling towards Yongzhen, who was waiting quietly not far away.

The latter was stunned for a moment, but still picked it up and looked at it carefully, but he didn't know what Black Death meant.

“……”

Although Black Death Mou didn't say it explicitly, Reeda saw what he meant from his performance, so he nodded.

"I see."

After the two finished this riddle-like conversation, they drew their swords and stood opposite each other.

"This is the last sword shape I've ever created, please advise."

After the black death Mou bowed slightly, he raised seven knives in his hand and slashed into the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, twelve arc-shaped pillars of light suddenly descended from the sky and pierced the earth, encircling Reeda like a cage, and then gathered in the middle! This move was so powerful that the entire hill was gently shaken by this blow.

However, like a stream of water oozing from the crack in the door, Wei Ming's heart floated out of this desperate situation, and came to the front of Black Death Mou to draw a simple sword light, and then suddenly put the knife into the sheath, kneeling on one knee and waiting quietly.

Black Death's face was dull, and his six eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

A short second later.

Thousands of colorless sharp vacuum waves surrounded it, and the clothes on the upper body of the black dead were completely torn apart, and the hair was scattered, and dense knife marks appeared on the body, but they couldn't find their source-

This old man, after all, used this old and sick body to create swordsmanship that even ghosts are amazed!

What if, instead of becoming a ghost, I cherish the rest of my time......

Is it possible to do the same thing?

"What's the name of this move?"

Black Death Mu Zhengzhong's eyes suddenly burst into tears, and he asked one last question.

In the next moment, the Vajra Iron Dragon entwined with the fire of Shura severed his neck, and Ashina Ichshin had already come behind him.

"Esoteric ...... Of one mind. ”

"Multi-......

Thank you very much......"

After receiving the answer, Black Death's head quickly burned, and even his entire body turned into smoldering ashes, completely dissipating under the moonlight!

Only a tear of satisfaction and remorse quietly dripped in this ravaged land.

The outline of my chapter is more than the main text, but unfortunately I can't write it because I don't have enough pen power...... alas

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