"Pong!"

On the dark street, two rapidly flickering figures are constantly shuttling through the dust and mist.

"Pong!"

Every now and then, a little spark bursts out.

“… Can't keep up! ”

Purgatory Kyojurou stood on the other side of the street, his hand tightly holding the Hinawa Knife, his eyes constantly following the trance-like movements of the two, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

This is the first of the winds.

His gaze looked at Tanjuro, who was confronting Black Death.

And, the strength of the real column!

His eyes lit up!

I see! There is still such a big gap between himself and the column!

Purgatory Kyojuro suddenly realized.

He wanted to step forward to help just now, but suddenly found that with his own speed, he couldn't effectively cause damage.

Instead, it will drag its feet.

I'm so unwilling!

It's not enough to work hard!

But even so, he must not let Tanjuro fight against the first one alone.

Therefore, Xingjulang chose to wait and see, trying to make up the knife at the right time.

At the same time, he also asked his crows to find the other team members to inform the news, and returned to the headquarters to bring back the information.

And not far away.

Honey Glass of Ganlu Temple was hiding in the ruins, holding the last bomb in her hand, and from time to time she glanced in the direction of Black Death.

Sweating profusely, he looked down at the countdown of the bomb in his hand.

……

Meanwhile.

During the time that Tanjuro and Kyojuro were fighting against Shimiji, the rest of the team had already defused all the bombs.

Now all that is left is the bomb in the hands of Miri of Ganlu Temple.

The rest of the team looked at each other in disbelief after being told the news by the crow that [One of the Upper Winds has appeared, standing by on the spot].

"One of the winds?"

"How is that possible..."

“… Winding ghost, how did you end up here?! ”

Someone said in surprise.

"No, to be honest, it's possible that the winding ghost will appear anywhere."

There are also people with serious expressions, staring at the ground in a daze.

"After training for so long, we still haven't really come in handy."

"In the end, it will only drag Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Stove Door back."

Creak...

He lowered his head, clutched his clothes tightly, and the tips of his fingers turned white.

The rest of the team was in a panic.

"Huh?"

“… We're standing by now, so who's going to notify headquarters? ”

The swordsman, dressed in a traditional black uniform, frowned, and he said this coldly in the middle of the nervous crowd.

The next moment.

Syllable!

"It hurts!"

A man beside him raised a knife and slashed at the middle of his skull, and said with indignation that hatred is not made of steel:

"Idiot!"

"Are your crows ornamental?"

……

……

on the streets.

"Pong!"

Sparks flew, and Black Death's blade collided with Tanjuro again, making a crisp sound.

Smack.

But after this impact, he jumped backwards, instantly closing the distance between the two.

Landed next to the ruins not far away.

Black Death Mou stood up and tucked the blade in front of him, the tips of his crimson hair blowing slightly, and his six eyes looked thoughtfully at Tanjuro.

I see...

His gaze slowly moved to the pitch-black wedge pill in Tanjuro's hand.

This guy... You can see it too... The world in my eyes...

Take advantage of that transparent vision... to accurately judge my attacks, and then bounce my attacks in an instant...

This disgusting feeling that you can't cut with a knife comes from this...

Although this is incredible... But it's also an indisputable fact...

Click.

Black Death Mou lowered the blade slightly, and a puff of white vapor overflowed from his mouth.

Case...

I'm going to put it first...

Swish!

The figure of Black Death Mou standing in place was in a trance, turning into a sprinting shadow and rushing towards Tanjuro!

Smack!

He's carrying a storm and waves! Instantly appeared in front of Tanjuro at a speed that had never exploded before, and the blade in his hand was raised high!

Black Death Mou's eyes were staring at the wedge pill in Tanjuro's hand!

Break your knife first...!

Tanjuro stared closely at Black Death's movements, and he observed the tense and relaxed muscles in the other party's body.

Although the breath in his lungs was somewhat disguised, Tanjuro still sensed the true intentions of the Black Death.

- Chopping the wedge pill?

Looking at the Black Death Mou who rushed to the front in an instant, Tanjuro quickly raised his knife to block!

This time, it was different from the normal blade collision.

Black Death Mou deliberately turned his wrist slightly and pressed down suddenly!

The blade that was supposed to collide with each other is now hitting straight towards the blade on the side of Wedge-Maru!

Tanjuro saw Black Death's thoughts, but instead of dodging.

Instead, he maintained his unchanged posture and let Black Death Mou carry out this attack.

That's right, a knife is a weapon, under normal circumstances, as long as it is hit from the side, it is easy to break.

However, it is limited to the general situation.

Only see the next moment.

"Bang!"

Black Death Mou's arm was so hard that the blade full of eyes slashed down! Slash hard at the blade of Wedge-Maru!

Unlike the dull sound of the rebound, the powerful force penetrated the ground, and even kicked off the first pieces of smoke and dust.

Before the smoke and dust cleared, Black Death Mou's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked.

The touch of the blade in his hand told him that the knife had not been shattered!

Whew!

The wedge pill that should have been cut off actually used the side of the blade against him at this moment, and it went straight up the blade!

The blade rubbed against the blade quickly, making a piercing scraping sound, and sparks burst out instantly!

Tanjuro's waist sinks, his arm is strong, and he picks up hard with the blade!

Taking advantage of the moment when Black Death Mou suppressed it with all his strength, the flaws revealed when his mood changed.

Only this moment!

"Hiss——!"

【Breath of the Sun: Gathering Two Types】

[Fire Dance]!

Puffy!

The blazing and dazzling flames burst out from the blade in an instant, and the brilliant sun flames erupted along the blade!

The next moment!

Poof!

The sound of the blade entering the flesh came from the Black Death Mou!

Crimson blood splattered from above the blade!

"Ho...!"

Tanjuro Kamado held the handle of Wedgemaru tightly, and he took a step forward, and the gravity of the whole person pressed on the knife!

The wedge pill wrapped around the sun flame slashed into the flesh from the arm of the Black Death Mou, infused with powerful power to cut through the flesh and tear it up towards his neck!

"Ho...!!" For the first time, Black Death's expression became hideous and terrifying, and the green tendons erupted on his face, and he looked at the blade that slashed into his body.

The body stiffened slightly for a moment!

The golden pupils shrank to a point! The six eyes seemed to be left with only the scarlet sclera in an instant!

He bared his teeth, sharp fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth, and most of his arms were already unconscious.

"Roar!! Black Death Mou opened his mouth, his sharp teeth wrapped in sticky saliva, and he straightened up and roared in the sky.

He jerked his head to the side!

Poof!

The blade that was wrapped in flames was being raised, and Tanjuro suddenly felt a light in his hand!

Then.

Smack!

A half-amputated arm that had been severed between the middle and ring fingers fell to the ground, splattering with blood.

Swish!

The figure of the Black Death Mou disappeared from Tanjuro in an instant!

Clutching his right arm, he jumped to the corner at the other end of the street.

……