Sauichiro: rebuilding Ashina from the obliteration of the pillar

Chapter 227 Hesitate, you will lose
Seeing the strange flame suddenly ignited on the opposite hill, all the ghosts and pillars watching the battle had goose bumps all over their bodies.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, but when the flame rose, they seemed to hear the howling of pain made up of thousands of voices. When negative emotions such as fear, pain, sadness, and anger appeared in their hearts, they were almost killed. It evoked a trace of killing and destruction buried deep in my heart...

Especially Yiwozuo and the prostitute Taro, suddenly a flash of memories flooded into Yiwozuo's mind - Yiwozuo saw a group of men in ancient Taoist uniforms, and he crushed their heads one by one, pierced their hearts, and blood flowed everywhere , dead bodies littered the field; while the prostitute Taro looked at a scorched girl repeatedly moaning "brother" in a smoky earth pit.

Boiling blood poured into their eyes.

That was the most murderous moment in their lives, and now they were suddenly lured out of the depths of their consciousness by that flame...

But I can't think of anything more.

When the two ghosts got better, they looked at the others, and found that the expressions of the pillars of the ghost killing team also instantly became fierce, but they quickly restrained themselves.

And the strangest thing is that the only one who gives people this feeling is the raging fire that Wei Ming stepped on with all his heart, not himself.

"Hey, hey, the two of them, who is the ghost?"

Yu Sui Tianyuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with some fear, "Although the consequences of stepping on this foot are too gorgeous to describe, but there is obviously something wrong with the fire, right?"

Frightened by the flame, the fact that my younger brother and father turned into ghosts didn't seem so important.

"This is the fire of karma formed by the gathering of resentment and killing intent on the battlefield. It is also called the fire of Shura."

Genichiro touched his faintly hot ninja hand, and couldn't help but sigh for his grandfather's firm will, which could control the flame so easily - you know, with the help of the system, he only occasionally executes the enemy. Will be used.

"When my grandfather was young, he cut off one of Shura's arms, and the flame was dyed on that sword for him to drive."

"Shu... Shura?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, this is another word that only exists in mythology, it sounds much scarier than ghosts.

Although they don't know exactly what happened, they have already imagined a world-shattering battle in their minds.

Hei Si Mou's reaction was similar.

Surrounded by this malicious flame, he instantly felt that his six eyes were sore.

The last time I felt this way was on the battlefield, when I had to burn the corpses of my comrades in order to avoid the plague...

Unmistakable, this is the flames of the battlefield, the fire of karma that devours soldiers, and the proof of revenge that never ends.

"Sura, is there such a monster in this world?"

His voice reached Wei Ming's ears through the flames, but it was no longer as stable as before.

"When a person is driven by something he thinks he has mastered and doesn't know it, he falls into the way of Shura."

Wei Ming stood in the flames wholeheartedly, completely unaffected, but his tone was a little regretful and nostalgic, "Once the fire of karma burns your heart, you must quench your thirst with blood. I don't know kindness, I don't know old friends, and I am boundless to kill you." shrouded in...

"So, it seems appropriate to use this flame to deal with you!"

The moment the words fell, Yixin suddenly bent his body like an arch bridge, so that the vajra iron dragon touched the ground.

The surrounding flames consciously climbed up the blade, dyeing the entire blade red!
"Hi-"

At the same time as he focused on raising the knife, a gust of wind clinging to the ground suddenly surged up, and the fire of Shura along the way rose at the sight of the wind, like a huge wave during the tide, as if it was going to submerge Hei Shimou directly?
Although Hei Si Mou lost his vision, he still used his terrifying speed to avoid the flame wave.

But right away, two cross sword lights, one horizontal and one vertical, wrapped in flames, had arrived in front of him, directly cutting open his breastbone.

The unprecedented pain made him wake up instantly - the grand move made by the old man just now was just a cover.

Yixin could walk through the flames at will, but he couldn't - the flames blocked his vision, and he couldn't even use it.

In addition, the flame ignited on his body and could not be extinguished, making him murderous and restless——

This is in the face of opponents who are inferior to him. This state may be able to perform supernormally and bring terror to the opponent; but the more equal or even superior to his opponent, the more calm he needs to be!
"Breath of the Moon · Eight Shapes · Moon Dragon Tail!"

The seven knives in his hand crossed a 180-degree range, and the huge slash with a width of ten meters rushed forward, crushing the flames so that they couldn't lift their heads.

This time, Hei Si Mou finally found Wei Ming Yi Xin's place again.

But the opponent not only didn't dodge the slash, but easily bounced off the top to deflect his flight path, then swooped in front of him, and launched an extremely fast horizontal slash!
Hei Si Mou jumped up to dodge, but when he turned back to his original position, he found that the old man put his knife back into its sheath, stretched those thin hands towards his arms——

are you crazy?Fight with ghosts!

Hei Shimou's face was ferocious, and he stretched out his legs to kick, but Wei Ming's single-minded "climbing the carp, descending the carp and flowing water" can only be used on the blade!
You can do the same with your hands!
The back of his hand rubbed against the arch of Heishimu's foot, and with a light grip, he released the force. Then, with the help of the opponent's own great strength, he threw Heishimou's body to the ground with a bang, and buried him in the fire.

Then, Yixin drew his sword at the speed of light and launched Juhe downward, a fiery red slash aimed at Heishimou's neck.

At this moment, when Hei Si Mou was only one step away from death, thousands of large and small crescent blades burst out of his body, and a big explosion centered on him enveloped the entire battlefield.

Those blades flew out in all directions, and even the few people who were fighting outside the tens of meters were not spared. They drew their swords to resist, but their hands were numb from the contact.

Only then did they understand how big the gap was between themselves and one of the top strings.

As for Xianichiro's seemingly "weak" grandfather, it is conceivable what kind of character he is able to push Heishimou into this situation.

Butterfly Kanae covered her mouth in surprise, thoughtful.

She still remembers when he first met Xian Ichiro, he once said——Weina also has something similar to Ghost Dance Tsuji Muchan.

Could it be that Shura whose arm was chopped off by Genichiro's grandfather?

"With the momentum just now, if it's someone from our Ghost Killing Squad..."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka on the side suddenly said: "I'm afraid only Mr. Yanzhu is sure to survive."

The rest of the people looked at the mountain top that seemed to have been fired by a salvo of warship cannons, and they recognized Tomioka Yoshiyuki's judgment very much.

【Fortunately, Grandpa insisted on fighting this guy. 】

Genichiro glanced at the dial on Yuhime's wrist, 【If it were me or the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, I wouldn't be sure that one of the winding ones would be cornered so quickly. 】

[In this way, there will be insufficient manpower to deal with Onimai Tsuji...]

Half a minute later, all the smoke and dust cleared away, and the flames were also extinguished in the explosion just now, and the people and ghosts on the mountain top were exposed to everyone's eyes again.

Wei Ming Yixin just had some dust on his clothes and looked a little tired.

And Hei Si Mou has changed a lot——

Dozens of antler-like blades with eyes grew from the inside of his torso, most of them gathered around his neck.

Hei Si Mou's scarlet eyes were full of anger and shame, not only because he almost died in the hands of an old human just now, but also because the blades he had inadvertently gathered on his neck, forming a layer of obvious protective case.What's the difference between that and admitting defeat.

He knew very well that the duel between samurai and samurai was over.

At the moment when these blades appeared, even if he didn't have to swing the blade, his body could breathe out the blades on his own. That was no longer the category of combat skills, but a pure blood ghost technique.

From the moment he used the blood ghost technique, he could no longer regard himself as a warrior.

The identity that had been maintained for 400 years completely collapsed, and his desire to survive finally surpassed the pride of the samurai.

Ghosts, after all, are ghosts, the instinct to survive suppresses everything else.

If he had been replaced by a human, he would have been willing to be slaughtered at that moment just now...

"From the moment you become a ghost, you can no longer play the role that a human can become."

Wei Ming stared at his distraught look wholeheartedly, and spoke again.

"Without the basic worry of being a human being, swordsmanship is doomed to heresy."

This is why he would rather die than fight Long Yin's idea.

"why……"

Heishi Mou asked softly, "With your body, why are you so powerful? Why don't you, such an excellent swordsman, not desire to live forever?"

"Your useless grandson doesn't have your talent at all. This kind of swordsmanship will disappear after you die..."

"Why, you can take all this so plainly?"

The last time he met Xian Ichiro, the latter didn't know how to "climb the carp, descend the carp, flow water" sword posture, that's why Hei Si Mou had such an evaluation.

Wei Mingyi shook his head gently: "It is precisely because I am old and frail, but I have to deal with the lurking Shura, that I have to force myself to develop this labor-saving swordsmanship. Death and aging are not threats. Pressing, how can I create Wei Mingliu.

"Living to death and creating the pinnacle of achievement is a blessing only for a race like human beings with a short lifespan.

"Once you are immortal, without that sense of urgency, you will fall into deep confusion, because you have a long lifespan and have too much time to make redundant choices.

"..." Heishimu opened his mouth slightly, he didn't expect to hear such words.

Old age, sickness, death, and impermanence in life have been the natural enemies of human beings since ancient times. Why in this person's mouth, they have become the ultimate help.

"Look at your swordsmanship. It is the swordsmanship of killing chickens and dogs when you face groups of people who are weaker than you, and then wipe them out. It is precisely because you are unscrupulous that you no longer fight with people who are weaker than yourself. This kind of thing can only be created when a strong opponent fights.

"However, apart from your superficial aloofness, your Moon's Breath also has a trace of fear in it.

"Think about it, what kind of warrior would desperately extend the distance of the blade, trying to drive the enemy away from his side... Either crush the enemy, or escape from the battle, this is the core of your swordsmanship, this It is also the nature of ghosts bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

"Whether it's Wei Mingliu or the breathing method of the Ghost Killing Team, they are all created to deal with monsters stronger than themselves."

Wei Ming sighed wholeheartedly.

"That's why I said, from the moment I became a ghost...

"No matter what, your swordsmanship will go to heresy. The road to the top has been blocked by yourself!"

"Blocked by yourself!"

"It's blocked!"

"died!"

These words blasted into Hei Simou's brain like a battering ram, knocking all his thoughts to pieces.

The swordsmanship that I am proud of... In order to catch up with Yuanyi, the breath of the moon that was derived into the sixteenth type, is it really just a swordsmanship to crush the weak and escape the strong?
Yes……

The striking surface with a huge range, once injured, will immediately lengthen the blade, forcing the opponent to stay away from you!
This is no way to pursue the peak, this is clearly the act of a coward!
Oni Wu Tsuji's blood, what exactly has turned me into...

If I was at that time and saw myself now, what would I say?

Heixin Mou was in a daze, Wei Mingyixin rested on the spot and adjusted his breath, and did not take the opportunity to make a move.

He is willing to give the other party some time to think.

After a long time, Hei Si Mou finally moved, uttering a few heavy words: "Thank you for your enlightenment."

However, the scarlet blood in his eyes was fading rapidly.

He held the antler-shaped blades growing from his neck, and broke them off one by one.Since it was essentially his bone, blood flowed freely when it was broken.

As for the parts under his body, he cut them off easily with a sweep of his own blade.

"Jiguo Yansheng..."

"Oh?" Wei Ming was a little puzzled.

"Jiguo Yansheng is my original name."

Heishimu took out a simple piccolo from his arms, squatted down and put it gently on the ground, then flicked it casually, and rolled towards Yongzhen who was waiting quietly not far away.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it carefully, but he didn't know what Hei Si Mou meant.

"..."

Although Hei Si Mou didn't say it clearly, Wei Ming could see what he meant from his performance, so he nodded.

"I understand."

After the two finished the riddle-like conversation, they drew out their swords at the same time and stood facing each other.

"This is the last sword shape I created, please advise."

Heishi Mou saluted slightly, then raised the seven knives in his hand and slashed towards the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, twelve arc-shaped pillars of light suddenly descended from the sky and penetrated the earth, surrounding Wei Mingyixin like a cage, and then gathered in the middle!This move was so powerful that the whole hill was lightly shaken by this blow.

However, Wei Ming Yixin, like a stream of water seeping through the gap in the door, drifted out of this desperate situation, came to Heishimou and drew a simple notation of the knife light, then suddenly put the knife back into its sheath, and knelt on one knee quietly waiting.

Hei Si Mou's face was dull, and his six eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible.

After a brief second.

Thousands of colorless sharp vacuum waves surrounded it, and Hei Simou's upper body clothes were completely torn off, and his hair was also scattered. There were dense knife marks on his body, but the source could not be found. ——

This old man, after all, used this old sick body to create a swordsmanship that even ghosts are amazed at!
If, if I hadn't turned into a ghost then, and cherished the time I had left...

Is it possible to do the same thing?
"What's the name of this move?"

Mou Zhengzhong's eyes suddenly burst into tears, and he asked the last question.

The next moment, the vajra iron dragon wrapped around Shura's fire cut off his neck, and Wei Mingyixin had already come behind him.

"Secret... One Heart."

"many……

Thank you..."

After getting the answer, Hei Si Mou's head burned quickly, and his entire body was turned into smoldering ashes, completely dissipating under the moonlight!

Only a tear of satisfaction and regret quietly dripped into this ravaged land.

　The outline of this chapter of mine is more than the number of words in the text, but unfortunately I don’t have enough penpower to write it out... Sigh
　　
　
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