clang!

The wrist vibrated, and an unbelievable shock appeared in the six pairs of blood pupils of Hei Shimu.

Like metal... This is an unexpected touch...

In an instant, a smile appeared on Yanzhu's face, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips relaxed a little.

"Go to hell! The evil ghost!"

Not far away, Yuhu had no time to attack Hojo Cha Temple again, and the Fulguri stopped rushing towards Yuqin Tianyuan's figure. His face changed and he was about to come to Iwatsuki.

However, Hojo Chaji, Utsunomi Tenyuan, and the remaining swordsmen were shocked, and they drew their swords to use powerful sword shapes, trying their best to stop the two people from turning the strings.

In the center of the battlefield, where the black storm stopped, the Cold Ghost Blade slashed at the waist of the rock pillar, but the Ghost Blade owner had no joy on his face.

What he cut was not a flesh and blood body.

What the ghost blade blade touches is a golden color.

He should have cut the rock pillar directly with one knife and two pieces, but at this time he only cut into a depth of about three centimeters.

For ordinary people, if the incision is three centimeters deep and the wound on the entire left waist is undoubtedly a death.

However, for a top swordsman who masters the deep breathing method, tempers his body to the extreme, and can control muscles and blood as he wishes, this is a minor injury that can be dealt with.

"How is that possible!"

"Vampire? He is clearly a human!"

Hei Shi Mou's heart was beating wildly.

Without delving into the sudden appearance of the Vajra on the rock cylinder, Hei Shimu made a quick decision and was ready to retreat while giving up the ghost blade in his hand.

But the meteor hammer that seemed to be entangled with thunder had already arrived.

Yanzhu did not defend himself and allowed Heihei Mou to slash his waist with a knife. It was obvious that he had already done this trap and was waiting for his opponent to jump in.

Before leaving, Chuanliu gave all the serum that Yanzhu made by Gang. With some previous accumulation, Yanzhu became the third human swordsman to master the blood ghost technique.

His blood ghost technique is very simple, it is hardening.

Originally, the yellow skin and flesh turned into pure gold, and his monk's appearance seemed to be like a Vajra Arhat descending to earth.

Click!

In an instant, the meteor hammer was as flexible as a snake, wrapping Hei Shimu's upper body and his hands together. The hammer head finally smashed his right thigh.

The next second, the scorching breath was emitted, and the axe blade turned into a color came as scheduled, forming a horizontal line with the ground, slashing straight towards Hei Shimu's neck.

"Puff."

Blood soared into the sky.

The hard neck as hard as iron seemed pale and weak in front of the Hese Axe Blade.

"No, I won't lose!"

A trap allows a person and a ghost with similar strength to determine the winner and lose.

The blood rain wet Yanzhu's body, and the golden, blood and pale clothes blended into strange colors.

The ghost who can travel through the pot is not easy to kill... Kill this one who just arrived... Yanzhu turned his head and glanced at the battlefield and made a quick decision.

After cutting off Heihemu's neck, the rock pillar did not stop. The burly body, more than two meters high, was approaching the Fulver Ji quickly with huge pressure.

The fallen girl screamed and retreated quickly like a frightened rabbit.

The rock pillar chased each other reluctantly, and at the same time, tigers entered the flock of sheep on the way and swung across the group of ghosts.

The ghosts around him were already frightened when they saw that Heihei Mu was beheaded and did not dare to fight against Iwatsuki.

For a moment, a strange scene of Rock Pill chasing a group of ghosts and other swordsmen assisting in encirclement appeared here.

However, this situation lasted for less than a minute and then changed.

Gulugulu...

It was like the sound of boiling water bubbles, which resounded around at some point.

Yanzhu killed towards the body of the Soul Ji, and then Muran turned around.

Hei Shimu's headless body is still there.

He grabbed his broken head with one hand and his body staggered and trembled.

"I won't lose...I won't lose..."

"Yuanyi... I only lost to you in my life... I cannot, and I cannot lose to others anymore!"

The lips with broken heads were undulating, and a whispering sound came from it.

Seeing this scene made Yanzhu feel a big alarm in his heart.

What Kiritoki is now... looks like Muzan Kiritoki who was resurrected after his head was cut off.

The unwillingness and madness of the face make people feel cold.

At the same time, in a whisper that I would not lose, my head turned into ashes, and then I flew into Black Death Mou's body like a slutty swallow returning to the forest.
Chapter completed!