The head turned, like the eyes of two ghost fire lanterns, and the ghosts around him felt a chill in their hearts.

When the river was flowing, he shot up, grabbed the nearest ghost with one hand, and crushed his head into bloody mud with a big hand.

And just as it struggled to recover, a white light flashed, and its body split from the center, losing its vitality after a convulsion.

With his strength, killing these ghosts who are not even the next string is as easy as a tiger entering a flock, just relying on surging power and extremely fast speed, he can sweep like a withering and decaying slash.

Seeing Chuanliu acting like this, Hei Death's face sank, and the horizontal knife flew towards Chuanliu.

On the side, Yanagi Bingwei stopped him.

Without saying a word, the nine-headed dragon that was almost to Tomioka died bravely at the beginning shrouded Black Death's whole body in an instant.

This explosive power is unparalleled, blocking all angles of the human body's killing sword technique, making Black Death Mou's eyes in a trance.

"It's you!" Black Death's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He remembered that a hundred years ago, he respected such a strong man and kindly gave blood to resurrect him, but he was cut to pieces by a sneak attack without hesitation, allowing him to escape.

Liu Shengbei's hand did not stop, and the sword light pulled towards the neck and limbs of the black death Mou, and shouted: "Exactly! I regret running away without a fight last time, so I'll have a good fight today! See whose knives are faster! ”

Ping Pong...

The sound of gold and iron rang out violently, and the firelight splashed and fell to the ground.

"Ghost Blade!"

A low roar rang out, and blades burst out from around Black Death's arms.

It appeared that three ghostly blades full of eyes had grown from each of his arms.

The peerless sword type of killing, killing ghosts, is not so easy to use, because the body of a ghost is similar to that of a human being, but it is completely different.

The ghost blade blocked the nine-headed dragon flash from all directions, and used stronger and faster slashes to force Yanagi to retreat again and again.

After taking a few steps back, Yanagi Bingbei gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped.

The shadow of the knife flew over, and the knives of the two slashed together, like two unstoppable turbulent waves, strong slapping and impacting, rumbling and not letting each other, the momentum was amazing.

On the other side, the tiger was already crazy when it entered the river of sheep.

He leaped like a giant orangutan and grabbed the railing above the lookout with one hand.

With a strong wind in the other hand, it swept towards the three ghosts standing above.

Da Da Da ....

The sound of the light machine gun rang out, and the bullet shattered the skin, and in the sound of metal impact, it entered the palm of the river, but only entered the surface, and fell weakly to the ground.

However, the momentum carried by the bullet made the palm of the river flutter a little.

() () A shuttle of bullets at close range hit him, and he felt like he had been hit by a sledgehammer in the palm of his hand, with a little sting.

But it didn't do much after all.

Easily breaking through the firepower, the river crushed the three ghosts with one hand, and the blazing feathers flashed, turning them into ashes.

In less than ten seconds, four ghosts had already died at his hands.

And the energy in his body became more and more abundant, flowing rapidly, transforming into his own power in the breath of the fire god.

Boom!

The dull, like the sound of a car crashing into a hundred-year-old tree, rang out at the Black Death Mou and Yanagi Guards.

Yanagi flew out upside down, his body covered with deep knife marks, and his chest was cut in half.

Blood flowed out of the scar marks, and Yanagi Guard's body collapsed, and it turned out that it had been cut into pieces.

And there are many traces on Black Death Mou's body, but it is far less than that on Yanagi Bingwei.

When Black Death Mou stared at the river, he slammed on the ground, and the gravel flew, and the distance of dozens of meters flashed by, slashing at the head of the river.

"Your opponent is me!"

Blood Demonic Magic: Blood Erosion!

The Yanagi Guards who fell to the ground roared, and the blood flowing from the ground suddenly turned into a blood-colored mist, spinning and soaking into the body of the Yanagi Guard.

The broken fragments recovered instantly, and his body was surrounded by blood-colored mist and murderous intent, and his aura was more than twice as strong as it.

slapped the ground with his palm, flew up, and stopped the black death with all his strength.

Click!

The ghost blade on Black Death Mou's arm was cut off, and Yanagi Guard's knife castrated unchanged, as fast as thunder and lightning, slashing Black Death Mou's throat.

When I just crushed the river of a ghost, I was in a row.

Could it be that there is a chance to kill the Black Death Mou? The interval between being beheaded was enough for him to send Black Death Mou to his death.

However, the river was disappointed.

Without a sword, you can't cut the neck of a ghost of this level.

The neck is the Achilles' heel of the ghost, but it is also the hardest part of the ghost's body.

If the true Guanshi Authenticity is in the hands of Yanagi Guard, there will still be a chance under the outbreak of blood erosion.

The blade made from the flesh and blood of the river is a little worse in slashing power.

Bright sparks burst out.

Yanagi Bingwei only felt that Black Death Mou's neck was incredibly hard, and he only slashed into less than a quarter with all his strength, and then he was completely stuck, losing the strength to move forward.

His feelings came from Yanagi Guard, and he thought about it in his heart.

The hardness of Black Death Mou's neck is only a little weaker than Oni Dance Tsuji, and the Yakuza is not as good as him.

Only this sword and thunder move has a chance to kill him.

Laugh at!

When Yanagi was stunned, Black Death Mou slashed his arms with a backhand, and then kicked him far away.

At this moment, I thought that I was injured again, and the sequelae of blood erosion broke out in advance.

Bursts of weakness poured in like a tidal wave, draining Yanagi Guard's strength like a cocoon.

His blood erosion erupted, which was equivalent to the top three in the upper chord, which was much worse than Black Death.

Chuanliu's eyes flashed, he jumped high, folded his hands into a fist, and pressed down the hammer towards the black death mou.

The pair of blue-black arms, which were thicker than the waist of a strong man, were full of muscle blocks that were tightened and contracted like springs, like countless small snakes twisting and twisting, wriggling, terrifying, terrifying.

It has the momentum of hammering the black death into a meatloaf.

The next moment, a huge shadow shrouded Black Death Mou's whole body, and he felt the surging wind pressure, as well as the oppressive force of Mount Tai's overwhelming, and his face became more and more solemn.

Immediately, he leaned slightly, the ghost blades of his arms retracted into his body, and the ghost blade held in his right hand gradually sharpened, and retracted the scabbard at his waist, his right hand held the handle tightly, and his left palm pressed the blade.

The white air flow surged wildly, and was sucked into the mouth and nose of the black death mou, and in an instant, the momentum of his whole body was condensed to the extreme, ready to attack.

Seeing this familiar move, Yanagi Bingwei shrank and reminded and shouted: "Be careful, it's a sword draw!" ”

Breath of the Moon, Ichi-no-Dark Moon, Yoinomiya!

As soon as the words fell, the black knife light seemed to break the space, silently, and abruptly appeared on the neck of the river.

And Chuan Liu couldn't sense the flow of fighting qi in Black Death Mu's body, but he also felt it and guessed his attack.

He protected his neck with one hand, and continued to hammer at the Black Death with the other.

Zheng!

At this time, the sound of a sword like a dragon's roar sounded.

The black and red ghost blade had already cut off the iron hand of the river, and against his neck, it slashed into one-sixth of the position of Dayue.

The sharp pain of the palm being cut, as well as the stinging pain in the neck, made Chuan Liushi frown slightly, but his right fist did not stop at all, and it smashed down blatantly.

Collapse!

It was like a heavy punch from the gods, with an oppressive force that made the air ripple, and smashed the left arm that Black Death Mou raised to block.

In an instant, flesh and blood shattered, and bones broke.

The sheer force made Black Death feel like he had been hit by a train that was moving at breakneck speed, and his body almost fell apart.

"Demon Blade!" Gritted teeth rang out.

The ghost blade that slashed at the neck of the river suddenly stretched out like a branch growing from the trunk of a tree, and a long blade grew from the body of the knife, and the power of devouring came from it, frantically sucking the blood of the river. chaptere