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Infinity City.

Warm lights fill the space, and countless Japanese-style houses are slowly moving alternately.

A cold, deep voice reverberated through the space.

“… Black Death... What happened...? ”

Wu Miao sat on a wooden chair on a platform, his head bowed, his elbows resting on his knees.

In the clenched hands, there was a rare sweat, and the pale skin looked extremely abrupt at the moment.

Anxiety and impatience made him restless.

It's been almost four or five hours since he spotted that man's figure and asked Black Death to go to Tokyo!

As one of the top strings that drew the most from his blood, Wu Miao clearly felt the huge emotional fluctuations coming from Black Death Mou's body just now.

He hadn't felt such a big mood swing from Black Death in hundreds of years.

Last time, it was the other party who claimed to have seen the old and still alive.

"Did you meet... Met him...? ”

"Really... Is that guy...?! ”

Wu Miao lowered his head, his scarlet pupils constricted, trembling violently, his expression hidden in the shadows, and the fingers of his hands were slightly crossed, leaning against his mouth.

If you look closely, you will find that the fingertips of Wu Miao are shaking unnaturally at the moment.

Wu Miao knew in his heart that even if it was Black Death, he ran into that guy.

- I'm afraid I won't be able to survive a knife.

This is well-founded.

One day three hundred years ago, Wu Miao saw with his own eyes that the black dead man who had only a little skin attached to his neck came back in embarrassment.

However, Black Death Mou is also the most powerful ghost besides himself.

This is also one of the reasons why Wu Miao let him go.

“… Monster. ”

As if remembering something, Wumiao's face became ugly, and his brows furrowed.

Smack.

He jerked to his feet, his chest heaving rapidly, and reached out and tugged at the tie around his neck.

After struggling for a while, Wu Miao made a decision that required courage.

He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils trembled slightly like flowers blooming on the other side, and the whites of his eyes were slowly covered with scarlet bloodshots:

- He connected to the vision of the Black Death.

Slowly open your eyes.

What came into view was the dark street, and the arms of the black dead that could be seen in the corner of the field of vision.

Rustling...

Just as Wu Miao was about to take a closer look at the surroundings.

In the corner of the first-person view, a blinding light suddenly began to burst out.

Wu Miao almost subconsciously looked in the direction of the light.

His expression became stunned.

Then panicked.

The next moment.

【Breath of the Sun: Gathering Two Types】

[Fire Dance]!

The dazzling firelight instantly occupied most of his field of vision, and Wu Miao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he could barely see the movement of Black Death Mou trying to reach forward with his palm trying to resist.

And the blood that spewed flames, sliced its arms sideways, and evaporated and splattered blood!

A sharp blade that runs straight to the neck!

The dazzling sun flame was separated by a long distance, but it was also like a substance, making the miserable body feel the slightest pinprick pain!

“… Ho!! ”

“！！” Wu opened his eyes violently, and the suffocating feeling choked his heart, subconsciously cutting off the connection of his vision.

He gulped in rough clothes, stretched out his hand and kept touching his neck, repeating that he was not beheaded.

"Ahem, ahem! Ahem! ”

Panicked sweat dripped from his forehead, and he bent down as he opened his mouth wide and saliva ran down his teeth.

Although the picture I saw just now was short, it had a great impact on Wumiao and the amount of information.

It was like a hammer slamming down on him.

Creak...

His face was hidden in the shadows, and his red pupils and eye sockets trembled violently.

The pupils constricted to a point, and the cells of the whole body instinctively wanted to divide and tremble.

In the Infinite City.

The miserable figure stood there lonely, his tightly clenched hands shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, in the heart of no misery.

Most of the black deaths have not come back.

He no longer paid attention to the life or death of Black Death, but put his hand against his temple to calm his inner emotions.

Naruto, who was sitting on the high platform, bent down slightly, and the huge pressure of her blood veins emanated from the center of no misery.

Naruto held the lute in her arms with her hand, and barely managed to sit up under the weight of substance.

"Poof..."A mouthful of blood spurted out and landed where the blood had just dried up last time.

She stretched out her sleeves, her hands trembling, and expertly wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth.

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on the streets.

Smack.

Black Death's figure jumped back quickly, landing near the ruins of the building, most of his clothes in tatters.

"Whew... Ahem... Whew..."

Black Death Mu clutched his right arm, his gaze fixed on Tanjuro, and the open transparent world observed the rise and fall of the other party's lungs.

"Breath of the Sun..."

He froze, muttering unknowingly.

The mirror-like pupils reflect the sun's flame wrapped in Tanjuro's blade.

Superb sense of battle.

Very skillful attack.

Sharply and accurately grasped his flaws.

The sword technique of the breath of the sun is used very freely, and it can hurt itself to such an extent with only one effort.

Although he had felt it before, but now that he felt the familiar scorching sensation slashing at him, Black Death Mou still couldn't help but feel incredible.

Black Death's right arm, which had only two fingers left, trembled, and he felt the huge wound that had been cut open from his collarbone.

The wound did not heal immediately.

"That's... Guys..."

He felt the wounds on his body, his breathing became rapid, and the anxiety that welled up from his heart made his face distort.

"Why...!"

So much like you!

Bang!

He slammed the hilt of his knife on the ground, clenching the roots of his teeth, sharp teeth exposed.

Black Death Mou raised his head, his frown causing the six eyes to stare fiercely ahead.

When he first met Tanjuro, Black Death Mou could tell at a glance that he was an extremely weak guy, but he looked similar to Yuanyi.

But now...

Black Death Mou recalled Fang Cai's Tanjuro's subtle movements.

The other party even adjusted his lungs to breathe for a few moments, corresponding to the change of the most suitable day call sword technique.

In his time, there was no swordsman who could learn and use the breath of the sun...

They had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and on the basis of the breath of the sun, they derived other breathing methods.

- All the other breathing methods are poor imitations of the breath of the sun...

His Moon Breath is also...

That's all.

"Poof... Ahem..."

Blood spilled from the corners of Black Death's mouth, and his intense, undulating emotions made him unable to feel his injuries.

He stared at Tanjuro Kamado's vigilant gaze, watching the other party slowly walk towards him with a knife, his teeth clenched.

Only you...

Fate one...

It's just you, it's special...

His vision was suddenly a little blurry, and the figure of Tanjuro slowly rearing up in his field of vision gradually overlapped with the vivid person in his memory.

Black Death Mou was stunned, and he was stunned.

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