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Recently.

The other side.

In the forest.

Shi Tou only supported the tree and slowly stood up, cold sweat breaking out from his forehead.

Just now, it seems that it is already his limit.

The jade pot was entrenched in the tree, and he glanced at Shi Tou only Lang with some fear.

His pupils moved slightly in his sockets, and he looked at Arichiro and Muichiro.

- Two imps...

His eyes became fierce.

As a ghost, he is particularly sensitive to genes and blood, and almost immediately saw the father-son relationship between the only lang and the arinichiro.

Father is a little dangerous ...

That's - just take your son under the knife!!

Swish!

His sticky and slippery body leaped from the tree, and the muscular dragon's arms tensed as he burst out of the canopy!

Straight for Arichiro to catch it!

The purgatory, who was on guard, shrugged his ears, and he instantly spotted the jade pot sprang out of the tree, and shouted:

"Found it!"

Click!

The blade in his hand was deflected, and the sharp blade was aimed at the jade pot!

The two brothers, Arichiro and Muichiro, stood behind Maki Juro, and they also pulled out the blades in their hands.

"Hiss——!!"

Purgatory Maki Shoulang frowned slightly, he took a sharp breath, looking at the different appearance of the jade pot and Fang Cai, and the alarm bell in his heart.

In the bright red eyes, the jade pot was reflected rushing straight over, waving its arms.

That arm!

The intuition in my heart told Maki Juro

You can't touch it hard.

He subconsciously took a step back.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the Ichiro brothers behind him.

Maki Juro's movements froze slightly, and his thoughts changed rapidly as he breathed.

- Can't go back.

- The child is behind!

The idea of deflecting the movement and attacking from the side was cut off in an instant.

"Hiss——!!" Maki slammed in a breath of air again, his heart beating faster in response to his mood swings.

The pitted Nichiren knife in his hand swung backhand, and the back of the knife pressed against his shoulder.

Tomioka's self-created mystery - Nagi.

A stunt that should have been created by Muichiro - Hazy.

These two forms, without the unique experiences and states of mind of their creators, cannot be performed, or it is difficult to maximize their effects.

The mystery of the breath of fire, the type of nine: purgatory.

It's the same thing.

Only by training the body and mind to be in harmony with the state of mind of the creator of this sword technique hundreds of years ago.

- Burn the soul and go beyond the limit.

In order to fully display the full power of the Nine Shape.

And the purgatory, from the Warring States period to Taisho.

Nearly 400 years have passed.

Each generation of flame pillars.

- can be used.

Trample!

Purgatory Maki Jurou took a sharp step forward, his dark eyebrows erected, flames flickering on the potted Hinakura Knife.

The past crossed my mind, and I stayed at the moment when my wife closed her eyes.

He clenched the hilt of his knife with both hands, and his eyes reflected the jade pot that was constantly approaching from above.

"Whew..."The hot white vapor overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The soles of the feet grasp the ground, and the strength rises from the ground and pours violently into the tip of the knife!

"Nine Types!"

Maki Shourou exerted force on his waist, gritted the root of his teeth, and the power of his whole body was infused into the blade, and the sword skills that had been trained to the transformation realm were completely released at this moment!

Swell! The blazing flames erupted completely again on the blade at this moment!

"Purgatory!!"

Dazzling flames illuminate the dim forest, and the scorching breath instantly blooms!

The jade pot rushed out from top to bottom, and he looked at the purgatory Maki Juro who was standing in front of him.

"Woooo

Now he is perfect.

Possessing the [Hand of God's] blood demon arts, he can turn anything he touches into a fish.

The next moment.

Poof!

Suddenly, the speed of the limit bursts, wrapped in a scorching red flame slash.

In the eyes of the jade pot caught off guard, it quickly swept over his arm.

The slash hit him straight to the neck!

The sound of the blade entering the flesh came, and the purgatory Maki Shourou held the handle of the knife tightly and slashed heavily on the neck of the jade pot!

"What?!" The jade pot looked at the blade that slashed into his neck in astonishment, and his sprint in the air was forced to stop, and he was slashed to the ground by a huge force.

There was a moment of panic in his eyes.

Suddenly!

Click!

A crisp sound emanated from the Hinawa knife in the hand of Maki Shourou in Purgatory.

The erupting flames slammed down!

Boom!

With the sudden feeling of emptiness in his hand, Purgatory Maki Jurou clenched his teeth tightly, and shouted in his heart that something was not good.

Finally.

Under the powerful collision and slashing, the surface of the Japanese wheel knife, which had already been injured, appeared like a spider's web.

The sound of metal grinding and clashing with each other came one after another.

The next moment.

Bang!

The place where the Nichiren knife touched the neck of the jade pot suddenly shattered, like a broken glass.

Turned into twinkling stars, and completely shattered in the forest that was once again darkened.

The Nichiren Knife engraved with [Demon Annihilation] is at the end of its life.

“… Oh yes? The jade pot narrowed his eyes and looked at the purgatory Maki Jurou who was holding the only thing left of the hilt of the sword.

The latter was holding the hilt of the knife, frowning, looking at the broken knife in his hand and snorting.

"If you want to kill Lord Jade Teapot, you're not qualified at all!"

The jade pot stood up in front of Maki Jurou hideously, and the shadow formed by the strong body of the two forms shrouded Maki Jurou and the three of them.

"Hey! Uncle Owl! ”

At this time, Arichiro, who had been standing behind Maki Juro, shouted forward.

Arichiro held his knife and handed it to Maki Juro:

"Use my knife! Much better than your smasher looks! ”

Maki Jurou was slightly stunned.

looked at the two of them who suddenly started talking.

The jade pot, which was ignored, suddenly felt a wave of resentment in his heart.

“… Stinky little ghost! ”

He clenched his fists, anger causing his face to contort and slam at Arichiro!

"Die!"

Suddenly.

Just when the fist of the jade pot quickly swept past Maki Jurou and was about to touch Yurikuro's forehead.

Buzz——!!

It was in the depths of the forest directly in front of the jade pot.

Six golden eyes slowly opened in the dark forest, quietly looking directly at the jade pot.

In an instant, an inexplicable sense of fear rose from the bottom of my heart.

The movement of the jade pot's fist suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"Hmm!" There was a subconscious tilt of his head slightly, and the wind from the jade pot fist blew through the tips of his hair.

The jade pot raised his fist, cold sweat broke out from his body, his eyes trembled, and he glanced cautiously into the depths of the forest.

- That's right.

- That's...

- His Excellency Black Death Mou.

The next moment.

The jade pot was stunned, he writhed his body like a fish, his muscles tensed, and the fish's tail bounced violently to the ground!

The sturdy body suddenly became extremely agile, and quickly burrowed into the forest, swimming rapidly.

At the same time, he called out frantically in his heart.

- No Misery!!

But, alas.

No matter how much he calls.

No miserable never gave him any response.