Sauichiro: rebuilding Ashina from the obliteration of the pillar

Chapter 226 Hesitate, you will lose
On the frontal battlefield, two consecutive rounds of bombing had already squandered most of the poison.

Most of the ghosts in the col did not intentionally cultivate resistance to wisteria poison like diseased leaves.

Under the shroud of the poisonous mist carefully prepared by Butterfly Ninja, they have no chance of surviving at all.With screams and wailing, the skin festered, the internal organs melted, and then turned into a pile of decaying cells, and the death couldn't be more miserable.

However, no matter how good the situation was, Genichiro did not relax at all.

In his spiritual vision, strands of black, corrupt energy are emerging from the bodies of those evil spirits who are desperately trying to survive, resisting the toxin invasion for them, just like the nightmare that was overthrown by the butterfly at the beginning, carrying out the final struggle.

About two tenths of the nearly thousand ghosts are like this. Once these ghosts rush to the high ground and come face to face with the ghost killing team, I don't know how many people will be infected.

Even if he had the confidence, he had to get rid of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi today and solve You Sui from the source, but Genichiro still didn't want to take this risk.

"Robert, lock them up."

After Genichiro gave an order, the short Robert responded, and immediately stepped forward to stretch his arms. Countless silver threads spewed out from his palm, forming a huge web composed of tens of thousands of spider silks, like a fence. Buckle in low-lying areas.

And Robert's father held the end of the spider silk with his hand, further metallized and hardened it, covered the surface of the spider silk with a silver shell, and finally formed a huge cage that seemed small and fragile, but was actually indestructible.

Unless those ghosts are planning to hide or become smaller, they only have one deliberately left exit to escape.

And the four pillars (Yanyanfengdie) that can open the stripes have been blocked there and waited.

Only those who also have the power of sunlight in their bodies can avoid the infection of the deep.The remaining team members raised their guns to assist and stood as far away as possible.

So far, victory in the frontal battlefield has become a foregone conclusion, and there will be no more surprises.Except for a few unlucky team members who shot their own people, there were no serious casualties.

"Thousands of ghosts were killed in one battle, Genichiro, you still have this commanding talent."

Katsuno Kusakami smiled, feeling grateful from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't expect that in the case of setting a trap, he could cut off the minions of Onimai Tsuji so easily.In the face of wisteria flower poison combined with a special powder that makes ghosts unable to recover from their injuries, most of the ghosts here are no different from ordinary humans, and they all have to fall under machine gun fire and wait to die.

"It's time to come to an end here."

Genichiro had commanded more difficult battles before, so he didn't think it was worth mentioning, it was just because of the advantages of weapons.

"Next, you have to get ready. As long as Zhu Shi successfully reaches the side of Oni Wu Tsuji, we will teleport there directly. Don't forget, there are two more strings with him... and those who have taken the initiative to become ghosts not long ago The farmers should also gather around him. At that time, what awaits us is an unprepared encounter, and sacrifices may be inevitable..."

"As for now," Xianichiro turned his head to look at the hill at the end of the col, with a hint of joy on his face, "let's go and see Heishimu's defeat together. Naruto—"

After the sound of the piano, except for the four pillars responsible for blocking the door, Genichiro and the rest of the pillars reached a huge rock on the top of the mountain over there.Yiwozuo and the prostitute Taro brothers and sisters were already waiting there.

"I thought you would hand over Hei Si Mou to me to deal with..."

Yiwozuo's expression was a little unhappy, he regarded Heishimou as an old enemy that must be surpassed.However, Xianichiro actually sent a sick old man there, and he didn't know who it was. The fighting spirit in his body was extremely unstable, and it seemed that he might fall to the ground and die at any time.

The people who had just arrived followed Yiwozuo's line of sight to look at the open space on the top of the mountain over there, and each of them made a sound in surprise.

"Miss Yongzhen? And that old man is..."

Butterfly Chanahui immediately recognized Yongzhen who was waiting at the side, but this was the first time seeing the old man.

"It is the ancestor of the family."

Xianichiro's tone unconsciously became a little proud, "Sword Master, Wei Ming Yixin."

"So that you don't have to be distracted when you find trouble with Onimai Tsuji, only grandpa can solve him as quickly as possible."

"We'll just stay here and watch."

……

As Yongzhen retreated, Yixin, who had lost his supporter, gradually became tall and straight. After hanging the knife on his waist, a section of the blade with complicated patterns was slowly drawn out—for a moment, the cold wind of the winter night suddenly After a pause, the surrounding air also became a little thicker, as if it had become lifeless due to the appearance of some ominous things.

"Weiding is single-minded?"

Hei Si Mou said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect to meet him on this occasion.

"Are you here to challenge me?"

"Challenge you... no.

"What you did to the old man's grandson is really embarrassing and unforgivable."

Yixin shook the saber lightly, and leaned it on the right side of his body, his vicissitudes one eye gleamed with a cold light, and it was equal to the six blood eyes of Heishimu, but there was no sign of decline.

"Therefore, it is my duty to kill you."

Wei Ming's tone of heart was very cold.

The "unforgivable" he said didn't mean that Genichiro was almost killed by Heishimu, but that Heishimu poured a large amount of ghost blood into Xianichiro, so that Genichiro could taste the sweetness of the surge in power after turning into a ghost , which caused him to be almost confused by this kind of heresy again.

However, all this sounded different to Hei Si Mou.Under his calm mountain appearance, he was full of doubts——

How could this old man dare to say "kill me" so firmly?

Where did the other party's huge self-confidence come from, as well as the faint anxiety in his own blood?

It's not that he insists on underestimating this long-awaited Grandmaster Wei Mingliu, but that the body of the person in front of him is beyond the word "aging".

If you compare Yuanyi's body in old age to a hard dead wood, then Wei Ming's body is based on the dead wood, further hollowed out by moths, and covered with rotting fungi—internal failure, skeleton Fragile and thin blood flow, even if it is not transparent, ordinary people can see from his skinny appearance that he is already like a candle in the wind, the fact that it will go out as soon as it is blown.

What's more, this person didn't use the Sun Wheel Knife, nor did he use the breathing method that can improve combat effectiveness!
Why on earth did he dare to bluntly say that he wanted to kill me? !Is he too arrogant, or is he underestimating me?

What made Heishimu the most unbearable was that the Zhu Zhu of the ghost killing team was on the opposite hill, but they were just watching from a distance, and had no intention of coming to help.And Xianichiro Ashina's faint smile was completely captured by his six eyes.

It was hinting to him at that time that you must die.

Coupled with Wu Mi's abandonment, Hei Si Mou suddenly felt a familiar sense of humiliation.Just like when his father discovered Yuanyi's qualifications and hoped that Yuanyi would inherit the family business, it seemed that he had lost the value of being recognized by others.

I am not what I was 400 years ago.

There were layers of waves in Hei Simou's heart lake.

When I was not very strong, even Yuan Yi couldn't kill me, and I died with a single swing of the knife.

Now a sick old man who doesn't know how to breathe, hasn't entered the highest realm, and holds a weapon that isn't even a ghost sword——

Why dare to say my ending so categorically!

Ancient memories and complicated emotions drove Heishimou to forget the usual etiquette, and his body suddenly rushed forward, rushing towards the arrogant old man with his door wide open, his chest open, and even strolling in the courtyard.

He pulled out a large vertical crescent moon, trying to cut Yixin in half.

Such an old man, how can he resist my combat skills!

My speed and strength are more than ten times better than his!
Hei Si Mou was full of confidence, the pillars watching the battle in the distance, and those young and strong talented swordsmen together were the enemies he longed for.And the one in front of him is just a ghost that overlaps with the figure in his memory!
If I can't kill this old man, what's the point of my hard work these years?
However, Wei Ming faced the sudden attack with all his heart, and his face remained calm as usual.

Just when the slash was about to hit his face, his body swayed slightly to one side like a reed played by the wind, and brushed against the crescent moon with a slight gap!
"what is this?!"

Although Hei Si Mou felt that the scene in front of him was a bit scary, he didn't have time to think about it. He made a coupe posture at the speed of light, and then swung a horizontal slash in front of him with an invisible trajectory.

"Breath of the Moon·Shape of One·Dark Moon·Night Palace!"

This is a knife drawing technique performed with the body of a ghost!
If there is no clear vision to predict his actions, there is no way to avoid him, which is why Yi Wozuo has never won against him!

However, a puzzling scene reappeared.

Wei Ming Yixin suddenly bent down to avoid this move, then half-kneeled and spun around in front of Heishimu, and it was a simple thrust - blood splashed out instantly.

"he is injured?"

Yi Wozuo couldn't believe it, "What's going on?"

Hei Si Mou only felt a pain on his face, and the three eyes on the right lost his vision. He immediately fought back, but Wei Ming Yixin directly held the blade - the strength that belonged to him was immediately sent back intact, and Hei Si Mou Mou's center of gravity was unsteady, and he took a step back immediately.

But in this gap, Wei Ming held the knife and the side of his body with both hands, and his body flew out between steps, and he had reached a place three or four meters behind Heishimou in an instant.

At this point, the two completed an exchange of positions, and they both stood quietly in place, without moving for a few seconds, as if time was frozen here.

Afterwards, Hei Si Mou was the first to speak out——

"how can that be?"

Immediately afterwards, his hand holding the knife, together with the knife full of eyes, fell to the ground with a plop!

The blood, belonging to one of the winding strings, dripped onto the hard ground.

Although the injuries on Hei Si Mou's face had recovered, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Why, I can't predict his movements?
It was such a simple counterattack, and it was completely expected. Why, I was still hit by him?

Why, this old and weak body, holding a weapon that is not a sun blade, can cut off my hard body?
At this moment, even greater doubts than when he was fighting with Yuan back then filled Hei Si Mou's heart.

He felt that Weiming Yixin was like a wall. He poured the water called offense on it, but he didn't know what pattern he would see.

Wei Ming's single-minded actions seemed to be deciphered on the spot based on his movements, without any plans or predictions at all!Since then, he has naturally been unable to see any "signs" for a long time.

Hei Si Mou was a little unwilling. He had studied hard for many years before entering the realm, but it was completely ineffective against the person in front of him!

If we say that the last time he was slashed with a rust pill by Genichiro, it was because that prosthetic hand had a strange ability to block sight.This time, he encountered something completely beyond his comprehension.

What a setback it was to have his arm cut off after less than three moves.

"Your skills as a samurai are unfamiliar..."

Wei Ming Yixin suddenly raised his voice and said, "Because I became a ghost who doesn't care about injuries, and is too far away from the crisis of life and death, so I forgot how to protect my body?"

"It seems that as long as you become a ghost, you are no longer a real warrior."

These words resounded in Hei Simou's mind like Huang Zhong Dalu.

He picked up the palm holding the knife and reattached it, turned around and faced Wei Ming Yixin again, the previous contempt was swept away, only doubts and obvious irritation remained.

"What is the relationship between ghosts and whether they can be samurai?"

Hei Si Mou still regards himself as a warrior of Oni Wu Tsuji's subordinates. At this time, he has been living for hundreds of years, and he will never allow others to insult him at will.

"Does this need an explanation?"

Wei Ming said wholeheartedly, "The so-called samurai know that fighting will bring terrible consequences, so they have to hone their sword skills to kill the enemy and protect themselves at the same time. Because once the body is damaged, the life of a samurai It will end, and your subjects will be humiliated by the enemy, so in order to survive and take on your responsibilities, you have to put your heart on the blade and face every battle carefully."

"But as a ghost, you no longer need to maintain the vigilance necessary for a samurai. You haven't met a worthy opponent for many years, and the last time you were injured is too far away. Therefore, you blindly pursue the speed and power of swordsmanship, but forget swordsmanship The true nature. No matter how gorgeous and magnificent the moves created, in the end, they are just looking for the last."

After he finished all this, Hei Si Mou's face was already gloomy and terrifying.

If it is true what Wei Ming said with all his heart, then all his efforts since he became a ghost would have been in vain, or even went the wrong way.

"It's useless to talk too much."

Wei Mingyixin put the saber into the sheath suddenly, put the right half of his body in front, and lowered his body slightly, "Try it and you will know."

As soon as the words fell, two sharp silver vacuum waves, one horizontal and one vertical, approached Heishimu's face.

It is the authentic Wei Mingliu cross cut!
Heishi Mou easily blocked the horizontal slash, but was forced back on the spot by the faster slam, and immediately used his strength to rotate his body in the air, and countless fine crescents wrapped in two wide slashes flew out. Once it hit the human body, absolutely It will be crushed on the spot.

"Breath of the Moon · Trinity · Dislike the Moon · Erosion!"

Wei Ming Yi Xin just swung the blade lightly, and the tiny crescent moon collided with it clangingly, and then wrapped around Wei Ming Yi Xin's gold and steel dragon, instead pushing it to launch a counter-slash at Hei Shi Mou, cutting off the A piece of the tip of the sword!
Second time!

Hei Si Mou still didn't understand how Wei Ming Yi Xin did it.Why would his own strength be borrowed by him and hit him back intact?

No wonder, with such an old body, he was able to cut off his arm!As long as I launch an attack within his slashing range, I am afraid that any sword shape will be used by him in turn!

That's the knack of him matching me with this physicality!
Hei Si Mou suddenly realized.

That being the case - if you want to defeat this old man, you must keep a distance!

"Five Types, Moon Soul Calamity!"

This move is not so much a sword shape as it is a blood ghost technique.Because Hei Si Mou didn't need to swing a weapon at all, he could roll up the swirling blade wind around the center of the circle with his body, and launch the moon blade in all directions.

Sure enough, Wei Mingyixin's attack was interrupted, and after two Moonblade shots flew away, he retreated immediately.

Taking advantage of this little time, Hei Si Mou immediately transformed the blade he spawned with the blood ghost technique into its ultimate form - a lightsaber that is a giant seven-branched knife with a length of two meters!

Since swinging a knife at close range will be used, I will drive you out of the attack range!

"Seven Shapes Evil Mirror Reflecting the Moon!"

He waved the seven knives in his hand, and five consecutive pink shock waves hit the ground ahead like the bones of a folding fan. The ground, soil and rocks along the way were all cut off and blown away, and countless small shock waves like comets filled the ground. Between attacks—

With one blow, the ground of thirty to forty square meters was completely changed beyond recognition, and even a building would be opened with a big hole.

In Hei Si Mou's mind, Wei Mingyi's body was weak, and he was able to escape such a large-scale and indiscriminate blow in time, but he couldn't repeat it many times, and his physical strength would always be exhausted.

Although it is shameful to fight a war of attrition with humans, isn't this just a proof that he is not walking the wrong path?Only by becoming a ghost will there be no end to the journey of swordsmanship.

The fact was just as he expected, Wei Mingyi was forced out of the strike range of five meters away, and couldn't get close at all.

However, just when he thought that Yixin didn't know how to breathe, so he couldn't use that kind of powerful slash to threaten him, a horrible breath made his stomach chill and nauseated, from Yixin's hand, it seemed that it was just a little Emerging from the hard katana.

"It's not rude to go back and forth...Since you chose this fighting style of cutting melons and chopping vegetables, then I will add fire to this place, what do you think?"

Speaking of this, Yixin's raised foot suddenly stepped heavily on the ground, and streams of malicious orange flames covered the entire battlefield where they were fighting.

This time, Hei Si Mou finally felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, like Yuan Yi's knives, on his neck.

　It's so hard to write
　　
　
(End of this chapter)