'Ding Dong' 'Ding Dong' 'Ding Dong' 'Ding Dong'

With the sound of the knife knocking, a slanted shadow stretched longer and longer in the alley, and where it passed, the demon and the god first froze, and gradually showed a frightened look on his face, and then the figure fell to the ground one after another.

Where am I?

I should have atoned for my sins in Hell.

Do you want me to kill again?

Murder.

I see.

The whole ghost was like falling into the black mist, constantly sinking and sinking, and the crescent moon in the sky was getting brighter and brighter, like a crack slowly opening up.

No, it's not so much a crack, but the half of the martial arts Changhong that was swallowed up before.

............

In the center of the Heian Palace, with the Great Pole Hall as the center, nine hundred and ninety-nine ghost trees grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon surpassed the height of the palace, the branches were stacked on top of each other, the leaves were still dripping with blood, and human hands were constantly growing from the trunks, swaying and waving, as if they were summoning the blood moon in the sky.

And in the gap between each tree, there is a Shinto monk sitting in the incense Shinto, chanting a strange Shura chant.

With each sigil spitting out, these Japanese slave monks seemed to exhaust their whole body energy, and the muscles of their faces had already melted, revealing the white bones of the forest, but with the intermittent scriptures, the faces of monks grew on the trees.

His eyes were full of fanaticism.

In the Dark Ages, humans, demons, evils, and ghosts coexisted in the world, and that world was not exactly the human world, but the world of Shura.

The world of Shura is a term translated by the ancestors, and the true meaning of Shura is actually the secluded, the netherworld.

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In the rubble of the eastern city, it can be seen that it has experienced a fierce war, and as far as the eye can see, there are all the corpses of people, monsters, ghosts and gods, and the death is miserable, and a large number of karmic fires absorb the resentment of the corpses.

And many phantoms are also stirring in it, dripping with blood, holding knives and sticks, and the special environment makes the dead demon slaying warrior quickly turn into a soul.

But in it, there was a figure in it that kept moving and turning, and the knife intent was connected together, like a blooming white lotus, and where it passed, the newly formed soul was quickly killed.

Miyamoto Sword God saw it in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, "The talent is too strong, the sword intent is in the soul, transparent and complete, and it has only been resurrected for a long time, and he has comprehended the means of using his own yin qi to kill ghosts, such a genius, it is really good to die." ’

The stamping sound of the clogs quickly became one, and the figure suddenly stretched out like a wild goose, the figure flashed, the sword light was connected, and the distance of ten zhang, no matter what kind of ghosts, was killed in an instant.

'Quadruple Swallow Return, this guy-'

Yan Hui, a sword trick that no one has ever cultivated in the middle of the stream, legend has it that after cultivation, he can even kill Feiyan, who is known for his speed, and at that time, this young man just watched it once, and improved the quadruple Yan Hui, not only the speed remains the same, but also the killing power and range have increased by four times.

This is the talent of the talented swordsman on the first day of the Warring States period, Kojiro Shidaoliu.

"Old ghost Miyamoto, don't stand stupidly, come over and help!"

Miyamoto Daoshen pursed his lips, if he hadn't found the way, he would have run away a long time ago, and he still had to run around with this guy who was not a human or a ghost.

"Hey, don't think I can't see it, your right shoulder is injured, right, your knife is flawed, this time I will definitely be able to kill you!"

"Nonsense, even if you are resurrected, the old man can still send you back, the old man is the divine sword of the sky," said that, the old ghost's footsteps moved outward, ready to run away at any time.

The art of war is cloudy, plan and then move, and you are invincible!

"Don't worry, if I want to do it, I will do it a long time ago, although I don't know how I was resurrected, but I can feel that once the voice in my head sounds, I can really only be used as a killing machine, but I still want to enjoy the rest of my life. ”

"So if you don't help me, once I'm controlled, it's not up to me to kill you or not," the young swordsman said in a rare and serious manner.

As soon as the words fell, the evil god-like sword intent suddenly bloomed, as if the evil god, the most skilled soldier master, raised a sledgehammer and swept away a piece of ghosts and gods in an instant.

"Your swordsmanship has always been so vulgar," Kojiro glanced at with disgust.

"When you understand what it means to be in and out of phase, you will be able to reach the realm of an old man. ”

The two sides glared at each other, as if sparks were flying.

"What I pursue is the ultimate in beauty!"

"Swordsmanship is only used to kill. ”

"I can't break this trick with my sword. ”

"Why did the old man break it, before you slashed this move, you were already dead. ”

"Vulgar idiot!"

"You're not stupid, but you're dead!"

While arguing, the two of them used all their skills, and the efficiency was surprisingly high, and they quickly cleared out the nearby ghosts and gods.

"Found it!"

Kojiro lifted the broken wood on a ruin, and sure enough, he saw a black ball half-sunk to the ground, the black ball was the sound of a strong roar of the wind, and on the surface, it was covered with hundreds of chains, which were constantly consuming the ghosts in the ball, and it seemed that a woman in white was still sealed.

This chain reminded the old man of a legendary monster. ”

"Sure enough, it's a beauty!" Kojiro's eyes lit up, "Miyamoto get out of the way, otherwise you won't be able to distinguish between people with a knife in the end." ”

Miyamoto's face suddenly darkened, whether the other party really found something, or just to save the beauty of the hero.

This guy has a romantic nature, and his knife skills have not yet reached 100 people, and the number of women he seduces is afraid that he has already moved towards 1,000 people.

However, Kojiro's talent is undoubted, and the so-called ultimate sword drawing and slashing is actually a legend circulating among the Japanese slave swordsmen, claiming that no existence can stop the slashing.

The so-called ultimate knife slash actually has another name, which is infinite knife flow.

The more basic the knife style, the more infinite changes can be, which is the origin of the infinite knife flow.

Miyamoto Knife God himself didn't know whether the other party was bragging or really realized, because in the competition, it was impossible for him to give the other party such a long time to prepare.

But as wave after wave of knife intent condensed and exploded, Miyamoto understood that the other party was serious.

No one can describe the demeanor of that knife, when this knife was slashed, Miyamoto Sword God subconsciously closed his eyes, because he was afraid that after he saw this knife, he would shake the sword intent he had accumulated for fifty years.

But the bright light still flashed in his mind.

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"What do you want to do!" Himihu Baiyue looked at the ghost swordsman in front of him with cold eyes, and the tentacles turned into a hundred ghosts were ready to attack.

"Madame, don't get me wrong, this is a blow therapy from the Central Plains, it saves people's hearts, and please understand," Kojiro said solemnly, moving his mouth away.

Himihu Baiyue sneered, and with a pinch of his fingers, the remaining ghosts turned into ghost talismans, screaming endlessly, sticking all over the other party's body.

"Lord Hakutsuki, why bother with the swordsman who saved your life," Miyamoto frowned, with his qualifications, he could naturally see the identity of the other party.

And although I don't want to admit it, only by cooperating with this great enemy in life can I have a chance to get out.

"What do you know, this is a sticker of love," Kojiro didn't care at all, and by the way, he also looked at the wrist that was cut off by the sword, and the slightest black qi was constantly being repaired, "It's good to be a ghost samurai, I can't even feel the pain." ”

"My magic talisman can keep this guy out of the control of the incense god for the time being, and you don't want to be killed from behind. ”

Miyamoto secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could speak, suddenly his old eyes tightened, and he instantly drilled into the darkness with a knife, and only the faint sound of swords and soldiers sounded.

"Miyamoto's old ghost's swordsmanship is second only to me, and if you can fight him for so long, you must be an extremely powerful person, Miss Shiratsuki, quickly throw yourself into my arms, and I, Kojiro Sasaki, will become your guardian swordsman!"

After a while, when Miyamoto Sword God appeared, there was a bloody mark on his cheek and shoulder, and his face was ugly, "Hurry up, the old man just temporarily forced back the other party, the other party should be a full-time murderous knife man in the First Shogunate era, draw the sword!"

"Is that the most murderous swordsman in history, amazing!" Kojiro was eager to try.

"Let's go, go find someone," Himiko Hakutsuki said with a calm face, "Only that man can help us." ”

"Of course, I listened to Sister Hakutsuki's words," Kojiro immediately changed his position, but his face was full of jealousy, "But why is it a man, what is the use of that man!"

"Can you break the martial arts?"

"This, I was only twenty years old before I died, and if I practiced for more than ten years, this seems to be possible. ”

Miyamoto Daoshen's face was serious, and in his feelings, another powerful character appeared, that chain, it wouldn't be wrong, it was him, the first demon slayer outside the three demon suppression families, and he was also resurrected.

The billowing black fog blocked the sight of the three of them, but fortunately, the Hundred Ghost Day Walk of Himiko Hakutsuki did not need light.

The familiar heat suddenly poured out from his heart, it was the bloodline of the same three demon subduing families, Bai Yue's complexion changed, "The breath of the fire Shura, the process of ghost transformation is speeding up, go quickly!"