The unusually bright night, like the full moon exudes a trace of white moonlight, outlining a light silver gauze to the mountains and mountains, and the night sky is full of stars, like a young child's water spirit eyes, looking at the complexity of the world without knowing the world.

Under the white moonlight, Onimai Tsuji's face became more and more sickly pale, but God was inviolable.

He raised his head and spread his arms, his blood-colored pupils full of squints.

It's obviously similar to Gao, but it gives Purgatory Shinjuro a strange illusion of condescending overlook.

At the same time, the invisible coercion belonging to the top predators was like an endless surging wave, oppressing towards the purgatory Shinjuro.

Purgatory Shinjuro was unmoved, the wheel knife pressed by both hands trembled slightly, and some crisp trembling knife sounds could be faintly heard.

People are excited, and so are knives.

If it is the time of the river or the sorrowful island is here, you can see that the purgatory Shinjuro is surrounded by the crimson fighting spirit that has been condensed to the extreme, resisting all the coercion of the Ghost Dance Tsuji, without affecting him in any way.

Seeing this, Onimai Tsuji's eyes moved, and he looked at Purgatory Shinjuro with interest.

"Yuan Yanzhu, Purgatory Shinjuro, was ordered by the lord of the Sanyashiki to come to fight the ghost king."

Purgatory Shinjuro slowly pulled out the wheel knife and stood diagonally with his right hand.

A touch of orange-orange high-temperature light surged from the blade of the wheel blade, and the tongue of fire swelled, radiating a sultry temperature to the surroundings.

Like a flame bursting, the flame breathing method that emits a dull sound climbs to the limit in an instant.

Purgatory Shinjuro burst out violently, and the Fire Emblem Cloak was like a raging fireball that was rolling endlessly, rushing towards Onimai Tsuji Misery.

"The moon tonight is very beautiful."

"It is better to fight, it is better to see blood, and it is better to kill."

Onimai Tsuji had some hungry lips, her legs burst out with force, and the ground thud as she stepped out of the pit, like a black lightning bolt, violently slamming into the fireball.

The hot wheel knife intersected with a terrifying ghost body that was harder than steel, and made a clanging sound like striking iron.

Purgatory Shinjuro slashed at Onimai Tsuji's neck with a single sword, and the thick flames on the wheel knife made Onimai Tsuji feel a little burning, and he couldn't help frowning.

"A few points stronger than the Yanhu swordsman who besieged me......"

"The ghost killing team is really full of talents, but it's a pity that they can't be used by me."

He raised one hand horizontally, and simply resisted with his arm.

Sting!

The delicate and noble sleeves of the custom-made black costume were cut off in an instant, and at the same time, they were burned by the high temperature, and they burned up, and the black beauty became charred and ugly.

Onimai Tsuji's face was displeased, and his left hand became a claw and attacked the heart of Purgatory Shinjuro.

With his attack power, as long as he can hit, he can directly tear out the Teng heart of Purgatory Shinjuro and feast it in front of him.

Purgatory Shinjuro's pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew his knife to defend himself.

() Horizontal knife while holding your left hand against the side of the knife.

"Bang!"

A huge force came, and the wheel knife was bent by the powerful punch of Onimai Tsujimi, and it touched the mouth of Shinjuro in Purgatory.

The still not weak force was transmitted to the purgatory Shinjuro through the back of the knife, making him unable to stop retreating, and at the same time, his mouth was stuffy, and he was slightly injured.

"Yes, come again!"

Oni Dance Tsuji did not stop at all, and he had a somewhat depressed and terrifying temperament, but he turned into a violent beast in battle.

The two of them kept fighting, and their positions changed.

Fighting from the flat ground to the forest, and then fighting back from the forest, Purgatory Shinjuro desperately blocked it outside the wall of the Demon Slayer headquarters.

Except for his neck, Onimai Tsuji was almost defenseless, breaking the stout trees that several people were hugging with a single punch and kick, and smashing the rocky and earthy ground into potholes.

Everywhere he passed, there was a rumbling sound like a bulldozer.

The danger that any mistake would kill him instantly haunted Purgatory's heart, making him cold, shivering and excited.

Such a strong enemy, the first time he encountered it, although the pressure was like a towering mountain, but this kind of free-spirited, desperate battle, made the blood of Purgatory Shinjuro boil for a long time.

It's like going back to the time when I was a young man, cautiously, and using all my talents to fight ghosts,

Dancing on the tip of a knife, dangerous and fascinating.

"Onimai Tsuji is no miserable! Face me squarely, do your best, and fight me! ”

"Breath of Fire, Type Five, Flame Tiger!"

Yan Tiger, the most explosive stabbing sword type in Yan Hu.

Purgatory Shinjuro laughed, and the drum breathing method took the kick of Onimai Tsuji, and the ribs instantly let out an overwhelmed moan, dense cracks appeared, and severe pain followed, and Purgatory Shinjuro seemed to be unknown.

In an instant, he grasped the hilt of the knife with one hand and pushed the handle with the other, and at the same time, the strength of the half-body was blessed.

The wheel knife was aimed straight at Onimai Tsuji, and the non-stop expansion and contraction of the flames suddenly compressed and suddenly exploded.

In the faint fierce roar of the tiger, the flame roared in the shape of a huge tiger, and the hungry tiger descended from the mountain, swooping down the ghost dance Tsuji with extremely strong explosive power.

The Flame Tiger engulfed the top half of Onimai Tsuji's lifelessness, reducing all of her clothes to ashes, and burning Onimai Tsuji's eyebrows and delicately groomed hair.

His body hair is not hard.

Under the sudden burst of flames, accompanied by an astonishing amount, there was also a dazzling firelight, and Onimai Tsuji subconsciously closed his eyes, not exposing his soft eyeballs to the flames.

And what appeared with Yan Hu was the wheel knife sweeping the flames and coming through the space.

Onimai Tsuji sensed the edge and sideways away from his neck.

But Purgatory Shinjuro's attack at the cost of injury is impossible to completely dodge.

The wheel blade suddenly pierced through the defenses that had pierced through Onimai Tsuji's miserable defenses, piercing through his shoulder blades.

() Purgatory Shinjuro laughed out loud again.

"Breath of Fire, Type II, Rising Sky!"

The neon-like flames condensed on the blade, and the body cooperated with the crazy breathing method, and the purgatory Shinjuro swung upwards heavily!

Poof!

An arm flew out, and large expanses of blood flew out, splashing on the ground and blooming bright blood flowers.

Onimai Tsuji's right arm was in a scorching pain, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his right arm had fallen to the ground.

He shook his head, a look of disdain in his eyes.

With a snort, a new right arm instantly grew, sending Purgatory Shinjurou flying out with a single punch.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Wiping the corners of his mouth, Purgatory Shinjuro looked down and saw that the back of his hand was warm scarlet blood.

His ribs were broken, and the slightest movement would pull the injury, and it hurt like a knife was cutting his blood.

Even so, Purgatory's fighting spirit did not weaken in the slightest, his spirit was high, and his eyes were blazing staring at Onimai Tsuji.

And Onimai Tsuji said in a pitiful tone: "What a pathetic human being, exchanging injuries for injuries? ”

"You are the strongest swordsman I have ever seen in this era, but alone, without a sword, you can't pose any threat to me."

"Human Limitations...... It's really sad. ”

This year's 40-year-old Purgatory Shinjuro learned the sword and breathing method at the age of four, and became a pillar of fire at the age of fifteen, killing countless ghosts.

At the age of twenty-six, his wife died when he was in the middle of the sky, and he resigned from the position of Yanzhu when he was disheartened, but the sword shape and breathing method have never fallen, and these have been integrated into his bone marrow.

At this moment, he is the only one who is in good health.

And he is in the prime of life, he is proficient in breathing to the extreme, his sword type is perfect, he is experienced and experienced, and every move and style makes Onimai Tsuji feel troublesome, and it is indeed very strong.

It's a pity that without Hedao, Ghost Dance Tsuji is not miserable after all, this is a battle that must be lost.

Purgatory Shinjuro took a deep breath, suppressed the pain with his breathing, straightened his body, and pointed the wheel knife directly at Onimai Tsuji, his voice was loud.

"I heard that Ghost Dance Tsuji is invincible in the world, and for thousands of years, only Jiguo Yuan can win against you, but he has not been able to kill you."

"Presumably, you didn't use all your strength, otherwise you wouldn't have been easily cut off by me."

"Can you do your best to show me something?"

Onimai Tsuji was slightly stunned for a moment, and then withdrew his gaze of pity and disdain.

For such a person who fights to the death, even if it is an enemy, he does not hesitate to respect.

Those who are not afraid of death are worthy of his full strength and be treated with full empoes.

"So that's it, then I'll fulfill you."

As the words fell, wisps of white hair like a milky water fall fluttered, and a deep and dark blood color snaked from the elbows............