From the birth of the Oni King to the current Taisho era, the battle around it has never stopped for a thousand years.

How many loyal and righteous men fought bloody battles and sacrificed themselves in exchange for miserable, indifferent and playful ridicule.

"What's so funny?"

"What's there to be happy about?"

"What do you think of human life?"

It was not a hot summer, and it was a little cool as the summer was approaching autumn.

In a cyan bamboo forest, there is no misery and "encounters" two men.

The head color is black, the edges of the hair are red, the tail is high, and the iris on the eyes is red.

The swordsman in the red kimono looked at him with a relaxed look on his face.

"Does trampling on other people's lives give you a sense of accomplishment?"

In the breeze, another swordsman's long silver hair swayed in the wind, and his cold eyes were like knives, sharp and resolute, and his black and white clothes set off the outrageously white skin.

The silver-haired swordsman rested his right hand on the hilt of the sword at the back of his waist, and the unknown grass in his mouth seemed to feel the killing intent gradually filling the air, and actually stopped swaying in the breeze.

"So what, two young swordsmen, you don't want to kill me, do you?"

Dressed in kimonos, Mu Miao and Zhu Shizheng stopped looking at the two swordsmen opposite, and their tones were full of mockery.

When the two sides met, due to the opening of the transparent world by Ji Guoyuan, they didn't feel a trace of fighting spirit and killing intent, thinking that they were just ordinary swordsmen.

And although the other swordsman gave Wu Miao a very special feeling, it was just special, and it didn't arouse Wu Miao's interest enough.

A bunch of crazy people with a happy head, do they think they are enough to challenge him with the knife in their hands?

With a contemptuous smile, he strode forward, possessing great energy, and he didn't pay any attention to the two swordsmen in front of him.

"How many years, I think it's about eight hundred years, I don't know how many swordsmen like you have encountered, one stubble after another, it seems to be like a leek, cutting a wave and growing a wave, which is annoying."

"Sa—don't you feel tired after doing this uselessly, or is the purpose of your existence just repeating meaningless things?"

The loose defense began to taunt the other two, and in front of the two of them, he kept talking about the incompetence of the ghost killing team over the years, but he didn't know that today's Wumiao kicked the hardest steel plate in the world.

"Breath of the Sun: One Shape Round Dance!"

At the moment when Wu Miao's words fell, the black-haired swordsman moved, and in Wu Miao's sight, a strange blade entwined with flames slashed at him in an arc.

"The tenacity of the ants is just useless after all!"

Although he had never seen a strange swordsmanship with a flame attack attached, in the eyes of Wu Miao, it was just an ordinary swordsmanship with flames, and it was not enough to attract his attention.

However, in the next second, he will pay a terrible price for his hubris.

"Ahh

The pain, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, irritated the nerves of Wu Miserable, causing him to let out screams that even he could not believe.

The red flame blade slashed at the defenseless Wu Miao's body, and the next moment, the strong body that Wu Miao was proud of was cut out with a deep scar that could be seen in the bone, and this injury was not repaired in the first time.

This is definitely not your average swordsman!

The arrogance of the miserable under the pain of one move was gone, and he tore off the mask of hypocrisy, revealing sharp fangs, and his red pupils were full of bloodshots, looking at Ji Guoyuanyi, who had retreated from the knife, he couldn't help but have a hint of retreat.

The footsteps retreated slightly, but they stepped on something soft under their feet, and skimmed the ground with the corner of their eyes and turned it into snow, a large patch of snow.

It turned out that there were snowflakes in the sky at some point, and flakes of snowflakes were scattered all over the bamboo forest with a breeze, and the air was less hot and more cold.

Will it snow at the end of this summer too? How could it be!

"Do you mean ......?"

Turning his gaze to the other swordsman again, the silver-haired swordsman's blade was unsheathed, and the faint gas attached to his blade was slowly flowing and scattering around.

"It's the vision of heaven and earth that he changed......"

Under the obviously unfavorable situation, Wu Miao made up his mind that he must escape today, otherwise he is likely to confess here today.

His footsteps moved, and Wu Miao, who was half-turned and determined to escape, was blocked by the silver-haired swordsman.

"Your arrogance cost you your life, today is your time of death, no misery!"

"Icicles!"

In the next second, ice crystals poured into the blade, and after the silver blade swung, countless ice birds stabbed at Wu Miserable.

"Damn, you remember me!"

Seeing that the two men in front of him were so strong and trembling, they decisively activated the splitting mode after being pierced by the ice bird like a honeycomb, and the flesh instantly decomposed into countless pieces of minced flesh, "Poof! A thud flew out.

The skills are not as good as the people, and at this time they had to take 36 plans to divide into more than 1,800 pieces of meat to escape.

"Breath of the Sun: Two Shape Biluo Heaven!"

"Breath of the Sun: Three Scorching Sun Red Mirrors!"

"Breath of the Sun: Rainbow of the Wild!"

"Breath of the Sun: Woo no Train!"

"Breath of the Sun, Burning Bone Flame of the Land Type!"

"The Breath of the Sun: The Seven Shape of Yanghuatu"

"Breath of the Sun: Flywheel Sunfire"

"The Breath of the Sun: Nine Shaped Slanting Suns Turn Around!"

"Vacuum Ice Blade!"

Seeing that Wu Miao split his own body and wanted to escape, Ji Guoyuan decisively used the first nine kinds of Sunrise Breath, and one after another attacks wrapped in flames continued to shatter the pieces of flesh that flew around him, and the silver-haired swordsman on the side reacted slowly, and countless ice blades slashed out.

Fire and ice are accompanied, ice and fire are blended, the two are paved with each other, and the energy is combined to form a strange energy body, and the objects touched by the trajectory of the energy body turn into nothingness in an instant.

"Kill him, my lords, and be sure to kill him here."

The brilliant purple flame is like flowing water, the elusive and irregular but just right blade trajectory, each slash brings up rolling and turbulent waves, and Zhu Shi, who has never seen such a sharp and elegant kendo attack, also ignites the hope of rebirth at this moment.

After shouting with all her strength, she was weak and held on to the bamboo beside her, gasping.

She said this sentence a long time ago, but she always died in her womb for no other reason, because countless ghost slayer swordsmen died under the clutches of Wu Miserable.

originally thought that she was going to lose her freedom like a puppet and manipulate it at will, but the two warriors in front of her once again gave her a bright dawn of breaking off the causal relationship with Wu Miao.

"Please, please, please kill him!"

"Stinky woman!"

The mournful sound of tearing the vocal cords caused the two swordsmen to look sideways slightly, and Wu Miao, who was split into pieces, subconsciously cursed Zhu Shi, but soon he couldn't get dirty at the mouth.

Because the fragments of his division have been killed by Ji Guoyuan and the silver-haired swordsman, there is not much left of him, and he has no time to take care of the traitor Zhu Shi's misery, and he has a plan in mind at this time.

Combine the remaining pieces of meat as much as you can and pounce on Zhu Shi, who is squatting on the ground and gasping.