……

In the darkness of the night.

The dark clouds were thick, revealing the sharp hook moon like a wolf's tooth hidden behind the clouds.

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

Trample!

Shi Tou's eyes were fixed on Maki Shourou, and he bent down slightly and took a step forward.

A clear yellow moonlight instantly crossed in front of Maki Shouro.

The moment the breeze swept in front of the knife, Maki Shoulang's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the jade pot.

Opposite side.

"You maggots who don't understand art...!!"

The jade pot just raised the pot in his hand with a hideous face:

"Blood Demon Technique: 10,000..."

The next moment.

Swish!

Shi Tou only braked sharply, and the figure of the blade appeared behind the jade pot.

Click.

He walked lightly, tiptoe to the ground, and bent his knees to sheath the knife at his waist.

"Whew..."White vapor overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The pale yellow moonlight followed the trajectory of the blade, as if delayed, and only then did it gradually emerge in the dark mid-air.

The moonlight emerges slowly and gracefully, unhurriedly.

And at the end of the pale yellow moonglow, it was already solidified—the neck of the jade pot was holding the porcelain pot.

"Shhhh It hurts. ”

Shi Tou got up slowly, his brows furrowed slightly, and severe pain came from all over his body.

The slash he used just now may be the closest to Mr. Jiguo's slash in half a month.

The Breath of the Moon: One Type, is a very fast sword drawn by the Convergence Slash.

But Mr. Jiguo's demonstration is not at all an action that humans can make.

The only lang recalled Jiguo Iwatsu's actions in his mind, and he was stunned for a while.

Forcibly imitating an approximate demonstration of the action can indeed reach extremely fast speeds.

But it is also a contusion of the body, soft tissues, or bones.

So usually, the only thing Lang uses is the "One Type" that he has changed after discussing with his two sons, and it is slightly suitable for them.

- The exaggeration of the action is not so large.

It was just in a hurry just now that he used his sword skills so hard.

In a hurry, I cut down the neck of this "moving tree" as if it were a real tree.

It's just that...

Shi Tou only Lang slightly checked the feel of the knife in his hand - if you cut down a tree... Will it feel so light in the hand?

near the bushes.

“…？”

Purgatory Maki Shoulang looked at Shi Tou Shiro who appeared behind the jade pot, the expression on his face gradually froze, and his brows jumped slightly.

The speed at which the man rushed out of his side just now.

and fluency in wielding a knife...

The hands holding the knife twitched a little.

- This...

Maki Juro's brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at the only one in shock as if he were aware of it.

- This is holding the knife for three weeks...?!

As if in disbelief, he blinked his eyes vigorously.

opened his mouth slightly, and all the doubts in his heart were shattered by the shock just now.

In the eyes of Purgatory Maki Shoulang, the only Lang was still a little rusty with the action of closing the knife.

A thought kept rising in my mind – until it surfaced.

Yes...

Again... It's a genius...

Purgatory Maki Juro .exe stopped.

Just when the only lang covered his waist and slowly stood up.

Wow –

The jade pot that was supposed to have its neck cut off suddenly turned into a thin piece of pale fish scale skin.

It shrank softly, and then slowly covered the pot beneath it.

- Not dead!

Seeing this, Purgatory Maki Jurou immediately raised his blade, and he looked around cautiously.

……

Side.

on the trees.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, a large shadow slowly wrapped around the tree, hidden among the swaying leaves.

Smack... Smack...

Mucus slips off leaves.

“… Just now... Is that... Breath of the Moon? ”

The jade pot was covered with cold sweat, and after he molted, his thick hands that turned into fish scales trembled slightly, and his lower body was wrapped around the tree like a giant snake.

The form after the molt is his hole card, and he is almost invincible.

His eyes twitched, and he looked at the only man who was facing him sideways.

Goo.

Both mouths trembled slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

- The split second slash just now, in retrospect, could not have inflicted fatal damage on himself.

- But he subconsciously used his hole cards to molt.

In the mind of the jade pot, I recalled the past.

——Onlookers watched the scene of the bloody battle between the Yi Woza and the Black Death.

The slash that was overwhelming, but the movements were simple, and the slash that easily removed the head from the neck of the Nest was deeply engraved in his mind like hell.

- He was so frightened that he shed his skin.

“… Your Excellency Black Death Mou, how could your breathing method spread outside..."

Jade Pot's frightened gaze gradually subsided, and he took two deep breaths.

It was the second time this evening, and he felt a hint of regret for being here.

The first time was when I was hit by three pillars.

After pondering carefully for a while, the jade pot's eyes slowly moved to the side.

The clear yellow eyes reflected the figures of the two brothers Arichiro and Muichiro standing behind Maki Jurou in Purgatory.

……

……

Forging Knife Village.

Street.

Due to the timely notification from the sentry post, the cutlers have been evacuated from the streets.

Smack.

Tanjuro held the wedge pill in his hand, and he landed on the street, looking sideways at the old tengu lying on the wall on the other side of the street.

Beside him, the sorrowful island also stands.

"Nan Nothing... It's a winding ghost. Sadness Mingyu held the Buddha beads in his hand, he sensed the breath of the half-heavenly dog, and said in a deep voice:

"Forging Knife Village... Here came two windings. ”

"The situation over there is Maki Juro... It's dangerous. ”

Tanjuro slightly erected the wedge pill in his hand, and he frowned:

“… This ghost is the third of the wind. ”

Sure enough—

Tanjuro looked at the words on the top of Bantengu's head, and he pondered slightly.

The previous jade pot was also advanced, and so was the half-day dog.

From the winding of the wind to the three.

He exhaled slightly, and then told all the information he knew to the Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming beside him:

"Mr. Grief Mingyu."

"That upper string won't die if it cuts off its neck."

"He will split into other forms of ghosts, and he will die completely only if the neck of his body is severed."

Sorrowful Mingyu listened quietly, and the tears on his face gradually flowed.

- I need to take a break to find the Nichiren Knife.

……

The two are opposite.

Behind the wall.

“… How terrible. ”

Bantengu's old ears twitched slightly, and he looked at Tanjuro and Wai Mingyu timidly, his face full of fear:

“… I'm obviously weak... But you know my information so clearly..."

“… The ghost killing team, bullying, terrible, terrifying! ”

Click, click.

He trembled, and slowly crawled out from behind the wall, and his whole body was slumped:

"Ahh

Bantengu slowly straightened his upper body, his rough hands slowly raised, and then held his neck.

Poof!

With the strength of his arms, in the slightly surprised eyes of Tan Shilang and Sorrow Mingyu.

Half a tengu tore himself from his neck and cut it in two.