In Asakusa Prison, the handsome black-haired man opened his eyes.

Among the six blood pupils, there was a faint blood light.

Black Death Mou shook his head, and his body instantly turned into a black afterimage.

"I don't know if I ..... alive or dead"

The rest of Asakusa, Fallen Hime, Prostitute Taro, and Jade Pot, also opened their eyes in surprise and excitement.

Among the winding ghosts, Tong Mo, Yi Woza, and the half-day dog are dead, and only these few remain.

After receiving the order from the Onimai Tsuji, they ran over one by one.

On the edge of Asakusa Castle, the rock pillar waved his arm, and the broad axe whistled and danced, cutting off the necks of the three ghosts one after another.

At the same time, the meteor hammer smashed behind him, shattering the upper body of a ghost who wanted to sneak attack.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the Black Death Mou, his expression heavy.

That close speed, it will come in less than ten minutes.... That's when the real battle became.

When he was thinking about how to deal with Black Death Mou, a strange fighting spirit suddenly appeared in the perception of the rock pillar.

That fighting spirit appeared too suddenly, too quickly, and the rock pillar didn't react for a while.

In the next second after realizing it, he shouted in a deep voice: "Yasuda, bow your head!" ”

As a first-class swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team, Yasuda Rikuto was a little surprised when he heard Yan Zhu's words, but he did not doubt him, and instantly bowed his head.

Call!

A strong wind swept overhead.

Yasuda Land's heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

The battle-hardened reaction made him aware of the existence behind him, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over him.

Observing the battle situation at all times, Hojo, who supported the first-class swordsman, reacted immediately and shot out a large purple shuriken, trying to force the ghost behind Yasuda to continue to move.

"Thunder Breath: Thunderbolt Flash!"

The golden electric light wrapped around the Nichiren knife, and Yasuda himself tried his best to mobilize the breathing method, but he was never able to swing it again.

Syllable!

The huge, bloody mouth full of sharp teeth closed, and on the fifth of the upper strings, the jade pot appeared, and a shuriken that made a sneering sound was inserted in its body.

The Nihon Knife became dim and fell to the ground, and the headless corpse fell limply to the ground.

"The swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team, it tastes good."

Click, the jade pot bent its body, tearing off all the arms and arms of the corpse on the ground, leaving only the bare torso.

"Hehe, come and see my work, a simple and beautiful pot of flesh and blood."

"Well, that's a wonderful feeling."

This ferocious ghost is a very rare alien ghost, he is white, with yellow eyes, green lips, and purple fins on the top of his head. The mouth is long at the position of the eyes, the eyes are at the position of the forehead and the mouth, and several small arms grow from the head and other places.

() () Ugly and cruel in appearance

But at the same time, he can use blood demon magic, and can shuttle back and forth from various pots.

The moment he received the order from Onimai Tsuji no miserable, the jade pot teleported and burst out from a ceramic pot behind Yasuda, giving a fatal blow.

Rumble!

The broad axe spun out and went straight to the head of the jade pot.

"It's useless, it's useless, you can't fight."

He taunted the rock pillar, but the jade pot didn't dare to take it lightly, and his strong body shrank down and disappeared into the small pot.

Syllable.... The small ceramic pot was smashed to pieces, and no traces were shown in it.

"Watch out for the bottles and cans around you."

The rock pillar was born warning, and its head turned back and forth, searching for the swiftly scurrying fighting energy.

In the perception of Dou Qi, all the surrounding objects that can be called pots have a layer of weird Dou Qi attached to them.

And the jade pot kept moving through these pots, and for a while, the rock pillar could not determine the trajectory of the jade pot.

This kind of blood ghost technique is not a big deal to him, it is just some evil paths, but it is very dangerous for a first-class swordsman.

"Hit no...."

In a dilapidated clay pot on the side of the road, the head of a jade pot that looked like a fish's head had just been drilled out, and before the unbeatable taunt was finished, he saw a huge meteor hammer smashing towards his head with an invincible sound.

Immediately, a spirit of excitement drilled back in an instant.

"Scared to death, scared to death." The sound of the jade pot came from the bottles and jars in all directions.

His voice had a slippery tinge that sounded disgusting.

However, there is indeed a trace of fear in it, and I don't dare to act rashly.

The strength of the rock pillar is not more than a star and a half above him, and the jade pot does not want to die, so it begins to interfere.

At this time, the other imps also began to stand still, staring at everyone viciously and fearfully.

"Pay more attention to the bottles and cans around you, and break them as soon as you see them."

The rock pillar shouted loudly and rushed into the group of ghosts, killing the other party's heart trembling.

At this time, Black Death Mou and Ghost Dance Tsuji can't come, and the rock pillar is an invincible existence.

The rest of the first-class swordsmen were more cautious after witnessing their teammates being killed instantly, but at the same time, they were also more furious and slashed the ghosts around them.

Grade A swordsmen are already the elite of the Ghost Slayer Team, and only Xia Xian can easily deal with them.

At this time, there was a strange scene in the field, the people of the ghost killing team chased the ghost killing, the jade pot cowered, and attacked the first-grade swordsman many times, but because of the care of the rock pillars and the attention to the surrounding bottles and cans, the number of successes was very small.

But there was still another first-class swordsman who died in the hands of the jade pot, and there were only eight first-class swordsmen left in the field.

They didn't dare to fight on their own anymore, but formed two groups of four to guard against the insidious jade pot.

It was indeed difficult to stop a sneak attack by a Shangshu who had been secretly staring at the opportunity, and the jade pot was even more cautious after seeing the power of the rock pillar, not approaching the rock pillar at all, just staring at the first-grade swordsman to kill, waiting for the opportunity to move.

However, the speed of the rock pillar is not enough, and there is no good way to take the jade pot that is bent on dodging.

At this time, more than fifty ghosts were killed, and the people of the ghost killing team lost two elites.

Judging from the number of words, it is earned, but in fact, it is a blood loss.

The ghosts that died were all ordinary ghosts, but whoever made it to a first-class swordsman, there were not a hundred ordinary ghosts who died in their hands, but eighty.

Elite loss, that's a big loss.

At this moment, the source of the huge Dou Qi that Yan Zhu had been paying attention to was already approaching a position that he had to face squarely.

Soon, the pillar looked up into the air and let out a loud shout.

"Go!"

Faintly, a few crows chirped in the air.

The crows flew out of the city, and they rattled and screamed.

Below, the eyes of the immortal Chuan Minoru flashed, and he said in a low voice: "There's news over there, let's go!" ”

Unlike the fanfare of the first team to attract the attention of the ghosts, the three of Snake Pillar, Wind Pillar, Water Pillar and the ten first-grade swordsmen led by them all hid their bodies and secretly touched in the direction of the prison.

The division of labor between the two teams is clear, and most of the people in this team are swordsmen who are water and wind swordsmen, fast and have strong concealment ability, just to save people.

When they set off, on the other side, the rock pillar no longer took the initiative to kill, but stopped.

The burly body was like a rock, and he stood there silently.

At the end of the street, a figure quickly became clear from far to near.

He was holding a ghost knife full of eyes in his hand obliquely, wearing a slim black Warring States samurai power suit, with a cold expression, it was Black Death Mou.

The moment he saw the figure of the rock pillar, Black Death Mou paused, and the six bloody eyes gradually rose with interest.

It was a happy look in the eyes of the hunter.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a human swordsman who can temper his body to the limit of yours, but I didn't expect there to be a character like you in the Ghost Slayer Team."

Before they could fight, Black Death Mou had already sensed the strength of the monk-like man in front of him, and he also had the ability to sense fighting energy.

"Then you may be a bit of a loner, Amitabha." Yan Zhu folded his hands, the iron chains on his arms tightened, and he replied without pain.