"Kaidou! Careful"

A swordsman exclaimed.

The swordsman beside him, known as Kaito, had just become vigilant when a huge claw as thick and rough as a tree trunk pierced through his chest from behind.

Kuaito's body trembled, and after smiling miserably at his companion, he used all his strength to shoot a backhand.

A golden thunderbolt flashed, slashing down a hideous ghost head.

Then, the light in his eyes vanished, slowly turning to gray and falling to the ground.

Those ghosts who only knew flesh and blood, regardless of their own life and death, rushed to snatch this corpse that had just lost its life, and even if it was just a bite, it was beheaded by the swordsman next to it and died.

In this madness, there was soon only a pool of blood on the ground, and some fragments of tattered clothes.

Similar scenes took place in many locations, and the fighting intensified.

This is no longer used in all previous operations.

This is a war, a future-deciding final battle between man and ghost.

After the victory of the war, there may be a mound in the world called Kaito, which will be buried in a beautiful place full of flowers, with birds chirping and spring water flowing.

But now, the tragic battlefields, flying limbs, and raging demons are the theme.

Looking back at the increasingly tragic battlefield, Chuan Liu took a deep breath.

He is not a saint, he has no consciousness to save everyone, but he is also not a hard-hearted person, and too many deaths make Chuan Liu feel very uncomfortable.

Some of these dead people bowed to him and respectfully called out to him.

Some of them have asked him for advice on how to fight demons...... Even if you don't know the name, these are people who can barely be called companions.

Thinking of this, Chuan Liu couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Forest of Thorns!

Thundered..... In slow motion, you can see the surface of the ground slowly bulging out one by one, and in an instant, long black thick objects the thickness of arms break through the ground, which are thorns with sharp spikes.

In an instant, hundreds of thick thorns danced like demons, twisting and twisting hideously, stretching out tentacles towards the ghosts.

Like a snake and thorns, with a tenacious physique and dexterous movements, it is easy to entangle the nearby ghosts.

One by one, the bound ghosts, their bodies were cut with bloody wounds, and they howled.

Broken!

The palms of the hands were clenched, the thorns suddenly locked, the clattering sound of bones shattering sounded, and many ghosts were directly crushed and incapacitated.

Then the relieved swordsman stepped forward to mend the knife and cut off the head, it was just a blood ghost thorn, and it had no ability to kill ghosts, but it was enough to hit them hard, leaving it for the swordsman.

() After a single blow, the dense thorns gradually blurred and disappeared.

When the river flows, he retracts his gaze and no longer pays attention to the casualties on the battlefield.

The energy and stamina consumed by using the blood demon spell could be replenished, but he could no longer consume energy.

The most intractable enemy has not yet appeared, so keep it at its peak as much as possible.

There is only one time to spare, which can help the swordsmen relieve the huge pressure.

After the outbreak of the Forest of Thorns and the removal of hundreds of ghosts at one time, a part of the surging ghost tide appeared, giving the swordsmen a chance to breathe.

At least a dozen lives close to the limit have been saved.

"I still can't completely ignore life....."

Chuan Liushi shook his head, and his mind was focused on the perception of vindictiveness.

The huge, evil, pitch-black fighting spirit was right in front of him.

And when the river flows, the street under your feet, straight ahead, straight ahead, straight to the landmark building of Asakusa.

Asakusa Bell Tower.

At the beginning, the Hojo Tea Temple decided to come to Asakusa to find out the traces of Onimai Tsuji, and the two agreed to meet at the Asakusa Bell Tower.

However, by chance, I went directly to the Zhushi Mansion and met the Hojo Tea Temple, so I didn't go to the Asakusa Bell Tower.

Unexpectedly, going around and around, there is still a going in the end.

The Asakusa Clock Tower is the tallest building in Asakusa at 36 meters tall, and you can see all the scenery in Asakusa Castle, which is generally low.

At this time, people with strong eyesight do not need to sense the fighting spirit, as long as they look up, they can see the black figure on the top of the Asakusa Bell Tower through the air without any obstruction.

Onimai Tsuji stood straight, bowed his head slightly, and looked down at the entire battlefield.

He wore white gloves, and the delicate transparent glass shook gently in his hand, and the liquid inside reflected scarlet light in the moonlight, reflecting his white gloves in a bloody color.

When he saw the large black thorns breaking through the ground and strangling many ghosts, his face was still expressionless, and he just took a sip of the contents of the cup.

"Ghost Moons, it's time to make a move."

The order was issued along a unique spiritual connection, and the hidden ghost moon received the order, no longer suppressed the aggressive blood, and took action one after another.

。。。。。

Next to one wall, there were many worn-out, broken jars piled up in the corner.

In the midst of a bitter battle, not many swordsmen paid attention here.

At this time, a first-class blissful swordsman fought with the ghost here, and the swordsman cultivated the breath of fire, and every move carried the power of bursting, and quickly slashed the alien ghost with the four arms in front of him.

However, before he could help the other swordsmen, a jar burst in the corner, and the giant blue hand with the slippery slime stretched out, lengthened, and grabbed its head and crushed it under the swordsman's horrified gaze.

The jade pot, which is good at sneak attacks, once again appeared in everyone's field of vision.

But before the pillar could go to deal with the jade pot, powerful blood ghost attacks erupted one after another.

"Blood Demon Magic: Whisper!"

A ghost that looks like a man and a woman, with a small mouth emerging from the palm of his hand and the back of his hand, making a strange inaudible sound.

Many of the swordsmen shuddered and closed their eyes, as if they had fallen into a dream, and then awakened by an attack from the outside world, but many died at this moment's pause.

"Blood Demon Magic: Earth Sound!"

On the ground was a hand pressed on the ground, and the owner of the hand had a tough face, and his face was covered with ghost patterns like splitting branches.

Following his fingers, dozens of cracks spread out in the ground, and many swordsmen did not check for a while, their ankles, or even half of their waists, fell into them, and then the cracks in the ground closed, crushing the bodies of swordsmen who fell into them.

.......

At this moment, the ghosts, who had the strength of the ghost moon and still maintained their sanity, made a brazen move.

Moreover, the number is as high as hundreds, far more than the rumored six lower strings.

"Blood Demon Magic: Carved Silk Cage!"

A little boy with snow-white hair and skin looks like a ghost, and his hands are spread out with an indifferent expression.

In his hands, dense red threads appeared, and these threads rotated regularly like a whirlpool, and after he spat lightly, they were like countless small red poisonous snakes, killing the team of the Sharp Knife Team.

On the path of the silk thread, all the obstacles were neatly cut, and the swordsman drew his sword to block, and the moment the Nichiren knife touched the silk thread, it was broken into two, and the swordsman was also cut into pieces of flesh and blood that lost his life.

Tanjiro, who was also here, saw this terrible attack.

His hole shrank suddenly.

Such a large-scale attack .... It can also cut off the strength of the Japanese wheel knife....

Without hesitation, he took out the Kannon Masamune from his waist, Tanjiro ran the breath of water, his body spun like a blue torrent, turned into an afterimage, and slashed out with a knife, cutting the hard silk threads.

In front of Guanshi Zhengzong, these hardened silk threads are just like a chicken and a dog that will collapse at the touch of a dog.