Night.

The moon tilted slightly, the surrounding power was cut off by successive explosions, and the warm lights had been extinguished.

Multiply... Multiply...

From time to time, sparks sparked from the top of the crooked pole and fell to the ground.

on the streets.

"Pong!"

Two figures slammed into each other!

Dazzling sparks bloom in the middle and rub together!

Whoa!

The blades of the two pressed together, and after a moment of wrestling, they quickly separated.

And unload the force to jump somewhere else.

Taking advantage of the rebound, after the Black Death Mou retreated to the ground, the forefoot lightly padded on the ground:

Uproar——!

【Breath of the Moon, Ichi-no-Shape, Dark Moon, Yoinonomiya】

An orange-yellow veil of moon swept across the dark streets, forming a semicircular crescent.

Click!

Tanjuro's pupils quickly observed, he saw the opportunity, suddenly raised the blade in his hand, and blocked with a knife!

"Pong!"

Dazzling sparks sputtered at the point where the blades collided with each other, bursting out for a moment, accompanied by a crisp sound.

The Black Death Mou, who was attacking, only felt a sharp shock from the tiger's mouth, and his arm was involuntarily bounced backwards by the backshock.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the blade in his hand, and then his arm tightened again!

【Breath of the Moon, Type II, Zhuhua, Moon】

Swish! Swish!

The gorgeous two crescent moons instantly slashed towards Tanjuro!

"Pong! While! ”

But all Black Death got was two simple blooming sparks and the crisp sound of striking iron.

"What..."

He felt the vibration in his hands, and through the transparency, he could see the pounding heartbeat and rapidly filling muscles in Tanjuro's body.

"Why..."

"Human... Why can you catch it..."

Black Death Mou was slightly surprised, and he subconsciously looked at the markings on Tanjuro's forehead.

Physical age... Over 25 years of age......

Obviously, just now... Still looking weak...

What happened?

Even though he had lived for hundreds of years, Black Death had never seen such a strange situation.

The other party's indifferent expression, and the attitude of not speaking from beginning to end.

A wave of disgust surged up from his heart, and the green tendons instantly burst out from his forehead.

As if he didn't believe in evil, Black Death Mou frowned, he raised his feet sharply, and his legs opened! Hit the ground in front of you hard!

Bang!

Boom ——!

Huge power poured into the ground in an instant! The masonry floor was suddenly warped and shattered like broken glass!

Black Death Strength rises from the ground, the core is tense, the arm is rounded, and the great force is transmitted from the arm to the tip of the knife!

【Breath of the Moon, Shape of the Land, Lonely Moon in the Night, Infernal】

Whoosh – bang!

In an instant, Black Death Mou's arms turned into afterimages, and with snake-patterned sleeves, he slashed back and forth towards Tanjuro in front of him like a whip!

The dense knife wind carried the orange and yellow crescent moon, and slashed towards Tanjuro overwhelmingly!

"Pong! While! While! ”

Brilliant sparks flickered in the middle of the dark and powerless streets.

Tanjuro lifted the wedge pill in front of him, constantly adjusting his posture, his eyes moving quickly to distinguish the direction of the attack, and he could always defend the attack at the right time and counterattack for a moment.

"Dang!"

Each flicker of firelight illuminates the surroundings for a moment.

The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded one after another.

The orange-yellow crescent moon continued to fester.

Until the end.

On the street, only two people were left staring at each other.

Click.

Black Death Mou lowered his blade.

Looking at Tanjuro, who was unscathed and didn't even have his clothes damaged.

For a moment, he even froze in place, stunned for a moment.

The six pupils looked at the knife in their hands incredulously, and then quickly looked at Tanjuro who was standing opposite him.

——？

Rarely, Black Death Mou had momentary doubts about his sword skills.

Creak...

Black Death's hands clenched tightly on the knife forged from his own bones and flesh.

The neatly arranged scarlet eyes on the blade were looking in all directions, blinking irregularly.

The blade rises in front of him.

He looked at Tanjuro opposite with an unbelievable gaze, slowly opened his mouth, and a stream of white vapor came out of his mouth:

"Hoo ......"

This guy, what's going on...?

The tiger's mouth was slightly numb from the shock, and this feeling even reminded him of his swordsmanship training hundreds of years ago when he was still a human.

- You can't hit him with a single knife.

No, I shouldn't be able to slash his body.

Black Death moved his fingers, he gripped the hilt of his knife again, and his six pupils were fixed on Tanjuro.

He was opposite.

Tanjuro Kamado straightened up, holding the handle of the wedge pill with both hands, and the blade of the blade that outlined the pale moonlight in the dark night hung down against the ground.

The crimson eyes looked directly at the black death, so that there was an inexplicable horror.

"Whew......" Similarly, a wisp of white steam belonging to the high temperature of the breathing method overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

The long, dark red hair spontaneously moved without the wind, and the muscles tensed and roamed under the wide feathered weave.

When the majestic vitality uprooted from the oni was injected into the human body, Tanjuro only felt that he was in a good state at the moment.

The markings on the forehead are red and hot, and at this moment, the effect of the markings is truly reflected.

That guy's movements...

Visible.

Follow.

That's it!

Black Death's attack was powerful and fast.

But in the supernormal state with the blessing of transparency and markings, Black Death Mou is just equivalent to the Lion Ape Super Plus using the secret transmission of one heart.

Well, that's all.

It's just that the shock time after the flick of the knife is too short.

As a ghost, Black Death Mou is different from humans, and his own bullet can only make his blade freeze for a moment.

Gotta find an opportunity to attack.

Tanjuro's brain raced as he glanced at the wedge pill that seemed to be smoking in his hand.

Whew...

At this moment, the originally pitch-black wedge pill was now slightly smoky due to the high-speed hitting and collision friction, and even the middle of the blade was a little red and hot.

Continuous high-speed attacks, there is no rest, and the blade is heating up.

Tanjuro loosened his loose wrist slightly, in his field of vision.

Above Black Death's head, the pitch-black stance bar had lit up a third of it, and it was slowly shrinking.

On top of the shelf bar, two red dots are lit up.

- There are two phases of Black Death.

Tanjuro knew in his heart that this was something that appeared subconsciously after his physical fitness reached the standard, and the early warning and reaction speed in his heart kept up.

It is the embodiment of the fighting consciousness engraved into the instinct.

On second thought, he became vigilant again.

No, it doesn't have to be a two-stage one.

Maybe it's the same as Ichiro Crumbs, it seems that there are only two layers, but there are three stages in the shade.

When he first met Ichiro Crumb, he didn't suffer much because of the help of the transparent world.

It's different now.

Tanjuro looked cautiously at Black Death Mou.

The other party will also be able to penetrate the world.

Tanjuro vaguely remembers that the Black Death Mou once overcame the weakness of dying if his neck was cut off.

The two sides adjusted each other's blood vessel flow, or their lungs rose and fell, tentatively, and confronted each other for a long time.

……

It seems that Mu didn't react for a long time when he saw the black death.

Tanjuro tentatively lifted the wedge pill horizontally in front of him, and his legs were separated to stabilize his body.

His eyes carefully observed the movements of the Black Death.

And then.

"Click, click, click!"

In the direction of the Black Death Mou, he gently shook the knife a few times.

Not surprisingly,

Creak...

Suddenly, the green tendons, enraged by the provocation, climbed onto the back of Black Death's hand.

……

……