The person is cursing and is a conjurer

Chapter 82 Standing Dead Man.

Gojo Satoru rejected the idea of ​​expanding the domain as soon as it surfaced. Pure flesh with 0 spell power would be judged as a building by the spell and would have no effect, not to mention that the spell in the man's hand would forcibly cancel the spell.

The expanded [infinite space] will collapse immediately.

'It doesn't work. '

Gojo Satoru sensed the crisis and indulged in it. The faint sense of danger in the air was really enjoyable. It was like a light rain falling on a dry land that had not experienced rain and dew, and a long drought was followed by sweet rain.

'Yes, that's right, just let this feeling, only this feeling can make me grow. Let me try to distance myself from Shi Yuqian and Xia Youjie here, and then go up. I have really suffered. Those weak and ugly curse spirits, please make me more excited! '

Gojo Satoru shouted excitedly in his heart.

However, his six eyes suddenly showed a trace of sadness and compassion, "It's still a little bit short. The only sense of danger can't touch death."

'A magic tool like that is not enough. '

The sky and the curse prevented Gojo Satoru from detecting Fushiguro's aura, and also left Fushiguro with a fatal flaw - he had no spells or means that could threaten Gojo Satoru.

Heaven and the curse are both lucky and unfortunate.

Gojo Satoru was suspended in the air, waiting for Fushiheji's attack, and thinking about making his attack method more effective. He began to try to adjust his spell by changing the target of the spell again.

A plurality of six "H"s hung beside Gojo Satoru. As his thoughts rose and fell, one "H" ejected one after another. After the white wind and waves dissipated, scarlet light flickered continuously.

Gojo Satoru muttered small words in his mouth: ""Instead of fixating the position of the person as the coordinate, the other object of "Ang" should be the coordinate of the person, and the coordinates change as the person moves."

"No, it's so difficult to operate."

"Change it up a little bit."

"continue."

"I seem to be able to become stronger."

A plurality of six "Her" projectiles reappeared after being ejected. Time and time again, Gojo Satoru's brain kept running. Under the extremely precise operation of the six eyes on the curse power, "Ama Her" became more and more weird.

Due to the fixed point instantaneity presented by locking two spatial coordinates, after modifying the object of the spell, it was changed to an effect that can be tracked when one moves.

The ejected "He" emitted a scarlet beam of light, which did not dissipate after it missed the target. Instead, it stayed in place like a snake, and then suddenly turned its head to follow Fuheisher.

Just like a greedy snake in programming, in the process of data improvement, there will be some errors such as hitting a wall and slow action at the beginning. But as the data is supplemented and improved, not only is it faster and faster, but its actions are also getting faster and faster. The more precise it is, the more accurate it will be and it will not stop until the level is passed.

I don't know when it started, Gojo Satoru's "Haku" was like the greedy snake, attacking Fuhei Shier with the fastest and most precise principles.

At this moment, in the blue sky, densely packed red light beams were closely tracking Fuheishier in various zigzag and straight-line movements, like a red meteor shower flowing back and forth, the scene was magnificent and grand.

"Can't hide."

Fuheishier muttered, and he stopped where he was. The dense scarlet beams of light fell like a rainstorm, and the wind and black smoke generated by the explosion stirred up the cotton-white clouds.

Shigure Qian looked at the time. The battle between Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Shiji had lasted one minute and 50 seconds.

Just when I thought the battle was about to end, countless black curse spirits scattered in the black smoke, and the scene covered the sky like locusts passing by.

The six eyes that are sensitive to the power of the curse instinctively observed the curse spirit, "Fly head? Is it hidden in the body of the purple-black curse spirit on his back?"

"Want to act as an electromagnetic jammer, or block my vision?"

At the moment of thinking, Fushiguro had already dissipated in the smoke, and a black shadow quickly appeared behind Gojo Satoru. The snow-white blade of his left hand swung away, directly cutting Gojo Satoru's head.

Gojo Satoru turned around silently and smiled: "I'll wait for you."

A long time ago, Gojo Satoru had determined Fushiguro's attack method. First, holding the Tennihobo close to him to make effective slashes. Secondly, using the extendable chain to continuously stab with the Tennihoho. Attack yourself.

A person with pure strength will definitely use the moves he is accustomed to as a killing move. Making effective cuts at close range is the most likely thing to happen, and this is indeed the case.

Therefore, the moment the "fly head" covering the sky appeared, Gojo Satoru had already begun to pay attention to his surroundings. The moment he noticed the black figure swinging a knife down with his left hand, the "No Lower Limit" technique was forcibly released. between.

This battle is about to end!
He turned around to avoid the slashing attack, and when the spell was about to be activated, the smile on his face inexplicably dropped, because the knife in Fuheisher's left hand was not the magic tool used to cancel the spell.

'If it wasn't that cursed tool, then why would my unlimited power be lifted? '

'Does it mean behind the scenes? '

The long ten thousand miles of locks curved around more than half a circle. The Tenni Hoko and the narrow chain were all hidden under the body of "Yantou". The Tenni Hoko's straight thrust and Fushihei Shi'er's slash were almost synchronized!

The Tenni Hoko penetrated Gojo Satoru's body from behind, and the Tenni Hoko penetrated the body, and the blade was extremely bright stained with blood!
The activated spell was interrupted, and Fushiguro used his left hand to pull the entire blade of Tenniboko back into Gojo Satoru's body. The purpose of this was to prevent the conjurer from performing the spell.

The soul-releasing sword appeared in his right hand. The blade, which ignored the hardness of everything and ripped apart the soul, could easily cut off Gojo Satoru's body.

Fuheishier's eyes showed endless killing intent, "Go to hell!"

The brisk blade slashed down!The blade is sharp, bathed in the wind.

What other means can Gojo Satoru, who cannot cast the "no lower limit" spell, have to stop Fushihei Shiji's sword?In Fushikiji's eyes, Gojo Satoru was already a struggling fish on the chopping board.

But if the genius’s ideas are hard to guard against, then the madman is the real insanity!
"Hahaha!" Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed ferociously. The cursed flames formed by the cursed power in his hand shook with light, and his right hand pierced straight into his body. His crazy behavior left Fushiguro unprepared for a moment.

Gojo Satoru moved forward and pulled out the entire Tenni Hoko that was inserted into his body.

He kept moving his left hand, and the huge ejection force directly knocked Fuheishi'er away. As he retreated, the ejection force turned into an attraction, and Fuheishi'er was teased back and forth like a doll.

The moment the attraction came close, Gojo Satoru raised his right hand holding Tennihobo, and the long and narrow chain of Banlisuo passed through his body, and the brilliant black flash in his hand lit up, "Black Flash!"

The black magic power was like overflowing winding lightning, and the twisted space directly hit Fushihe Shier's right eye. Half of his face was almost lost, and bright red blood and white slurry burst out.

Fuheishier felt a little dazed, and he fell from the air to the open space of the courtyard.

"The last blow."

Gojo Satoru's expression was cold, and he made an ejection gesture with his right hand. Blue energy balls and scarlet energy balls appeared on both sides of his body at the same time. As "blue" and "He" overlapped and collided, dark colors were formed. Sphere "興".

The "Chu" flying in the sky is about to fall from the sky. Looking from a distance from bottom to top, it looks like a dark asteroid falling towards the earth.

At this moment, Shiguame appeared next to Gojo Satoru, and his voice was very leisurely: "Two minutes are up, you lose, Satoru."

"It's my turn, you're going to end."

"Really, it will only leave me a mess."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned for a while, and the handprints in his hands stopped, and the "茈" slowly dissipated, "Did it time out? I clearly feel that it has only been a while."

Shiguame handed the timer screen on her phone to Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru closed his mouth angrily.

"The two of them have been chatting a lot. It would be strange if they don't time out, right?"

"Is that so?"

"Do you think I want to compete with an injured guy?" Shigu Qian couldn't help but complain.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said nothing.

Shigu Qian pulled out the Congyun Sword. The snow-white and transparent sword body shone brightly under the blue sky and white clouds, "Type Zero."

The drifting ice blue slashed the thin threads, facing the gathering spring breeze, and landed on the Wanli Lock.

"Ding~" A light collision sound sounded, and the stacked chains broke. The special magic tool "Wanli Lock" was cut off by the ice blue slash wielded by Shigu Qian, and the floating ice blue slash thin line He jumped over the chain and fell straight to the ground.

An icy blue light flashed across the intact mountain forest plains, and a long, narrow and deep crack appeared during the shaking.

Shigure Qian held the handle of Tenniboho and pulled out the broken chain on the other side from Gojo Satoru.

"Qian, be gentle, it hurts!" Gojo Satoru yelled. "Heh." Shi Yuqian chuckled, "I know it hurts, but why don't you take it seriously from the beginning of the battle?"

"The reversal technique works well."

Gojo Satoru quibbled, "Why are you not serious? I am very serious. It's just that the final strategic choice was wrong."

"Mistake? What I saw was that you were almost split in half."

"It's so embarrassing, Satoru."

"Well, I obviously won, right? Qian." Gojo Satoru remained stubborn after a brief silence.

"Yes, yes, anyway, just remember to treat me to dinner tonight. Well, I want to eat well."

The figures of the two people fell from the air, and on the sandy ground that shattered into spider webs, Fuheishier climbed up tremblingly. At this moment, he no longer looked as arrogant and domineering as when they first met, only a miserable look was left on him.

The right half of the face was destroyed into a jet black shape and was still bleeding. There were also many traces of the heavy rain that Gojo Satoru had released before. There were signs of penetration on the left shoulder and thigh.

The soul-releasing knife was inserted straight into the sandstone slab.

Shiguqian stepped forward and frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, because we are enemies and this is a life and death battle, so I can't heal you."

"Although it is an unfair battle," he threw the Tennibo on the ground not far from Fushiheiji, and he bent down and stretched out his hand to pick it up, "it can only make this battle a little more merciful. "

Fushiguro ignored Shigure Qian, did not bend down to pick up the thrown Tennibo, nor did he try to pick up the soul-releasing sword, so the purple-black curse spirit behind him took out a red-black three-section stick.

The special-grade curse tool, "Wandering Cloud", is the only special-grade curse tool that has not been given a spell. It is purely physical power, and its power depends greatly on the physical strength of the holder.

He picked up the last two sections of the three-section stick with both hands, stepped out with his right foot lightly, and made an attack posture.

"Who are you looking down on? I don't need your pity! I said, no matter if we come one by one or together, I have no problem. I will knock you all down."

Fushihei Shijir ran quickly, and the air exploded. He appeared in front of Shigure Qian in an instant, with the red and black three-section stick drawn out like a whip, and the special spell tool Yun Yun complemented the pure power. This was the ultimate A powerful and terrifying blow!
The wind shook, the space trembled faintly, and the rumbles resounded like thunder on the ground.

Fushiguro Shiji's figure kept flashing next to Shigure Qian, and every blow he swung out with the curse tool Yun Yun was violent and powerful. The terrifying power seemed to be able to tear apart the sea and collapse the mountains.

But after all, this is just the power of mortals.

Solemn ice and snow will appear everywhere where the Wandering Cloud Stick is waved, and the sky-blue cold air can freeze everything, which naturally includes the power of scorn.

The defense composed of twelve ice-red petals is almost equivalent to the unlimited limit built by six eyes. Unless the spell target is space, neutralizing spells, forced release spells, etc., it will never be possible to break through their defense.

This is something that has been determined by the rules. It is as simple as the big fish eating the small fish and the small fish eating the millet.

However, Fuhei Shi'er just doesn't believe in evil, and he wants to shake the tree with the earthworm!

He kept waving Youyun, again and again, tirelessly, roaring, roaring, like a mortal who disrespects heaven and earth!
The ice cubes transformed by the cold air were smashed into foam-like ice chips by the huge force. In the clean and transparent ice, Fuhei Shi'er saw himself waving the clouds, just like the boy who was also "unacceptable" that summer.

Shi'er, Chanyuan Shi'er, is an ordinary person. This is something he has known in the Zenyuan family a long time ago, because young people like him in the family have already awakened to magic and can use the power of magic.

But he didn't have any magic power, so he naturally became the "weird person" in the Zen Yuan family. Zhan'er felt that it was nothing. Even without the power of magic and magic, he was still much more powerful than other children of the same age.

But in this Chanyuan family, which is neither a magician nor a human being, and only focuses on the power of spells and techniques, Chanyuan is destined to be a tragedy from birth.

In the training of the Chu Juliu team, his opponent was never alone. Even if he defeated his opponent, he would be looked down upon with disgust and contempt by his elders.

Everyone can kill the cursed spirit, but he can't!

"Look at that good-for-nothing Shi'er. He's a guy who can't even kill a fourth-level curse spirit."

"Huh? Really? This guy who has no meaning in existence should have been expelled from the Chanyuan family."

"Trash, trash."

At the age when he should be the most energetic and proud, in the life of Zen Yuan Shi'er, there are only adults and children looking at garbage, and living in a dark world full of cursed spirits, from the mouths of those unkillable monsters. Come down!

Contempt and injury, getting up and shaking fists are from the days when the cherry blossoms are blooming until the cherry blossoms fall.
He's had enough!

He escaped from the Chanyuan family and made money to buy spell tools, but when he returned to the Chanyuan family again, he wanted to completely crush this family that had completely denied him.
Chanyuan Shi'er killed most of the members of the Chanyuan family. Chanyuan Fan, who looked down on him, still has wounds on his face. He even fought to a draw with the head of the Chanyuan family, Chanyuan Zhibiren, with his bare hands.

But he still didn't change the stupid views of that pedantic family.

Until the day Gojo Satoru was born, when the Zenyuan family heard about the birth of the boy, everyone showed expressions of fear and fear. It was an interesting expression that Zenyuan had never seen before.

He once joined in the fun and ran to see the six-eyed little devil born in Gojo's family, and that was the only time in Chanyuan Jin'er's life that he was noticed standing behind him.

One day, he thought, if he, a monkey without magic power, beat down the six eyes that had grown up, the expressions on the faces of the Zen Yuan family would be more interesting, right?

Until this mission, he had waited for his chance.

If it were the past, he would not do a job where he would die and get no wages.

However, now facing this Zen master who has rejected me on behalf of me, as well as several people who will stand at the top of the entire spell world in the future, he does not want to retreat or run away, it is just the dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart!
Just everything that was rejected when I was young.

He wants to prove himself, it is a rage, a "qi" that has been held in his heart for many years!
The existence of my Chanyuan Jier is not trash or rubbish, but something that the entire Chanyuan family should bow their heads and acknowledge the significance of its existence!
Fuhei couldn't escape, the clouds filled the sky with afterimages, and there were all frost and stick shadows here.

Shigu Qian slashed with the Sky and Cluster Swords. The straight ice-blue slash sliced ​​through the area. Fushiguro's special-grade curse tool Youyun blocked it. The sharp slash touched the red-black jitsu stick. There was an obvious sword mark on his body, and he kept pushing back on the gravel floor until he was more than ten meters away.

"Any last words?"

Shiguqian looked at the man standing with his head held high and said this.

'Are there any regrets?Except prove yourself.'

Fuheishier recalled a lot, just the memories of a certain moment. He saw two familiar figures walking under the golden maple tree.

The short-haired girl picked up a golden maple leaf under the maple tree. She covered her eyes and smiled like a flower. "Shier, tell me, what name should we give our future child?"

The man said very few words. He looked at the lively girl and smiled happily with a grin on his face. "I don't know how to name her, but if I have to, how about Hui?"

"Sounds very good. What do you mean?"

"It is the favor of our parents and God's favor to us."

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'By the way, I'm really not a good father. I obviously gave my son the word "favor". '
Fuhei Shen paused and said calmly: "In another 2 or 3 years, my son will be sold to a Zen monastery family. It's up to you to do whatever you want."

'Perhaps, having magic skills will not necessarily lead to a good life at the Zenyuan home. I'm so sorry, Hui. '

'I'm not a responsible father. '

Fuheishier's final thoughts and inner revelations before his death.

"I understand." Shigu Qian nodded lightly.

The Congyun Sword in his hand was white and transparent, "This sword is worthy of your return."

The unrated spell tool - "Tian Cong Yun Sword" has a spell effect that minimizes the consumption of spell power and maximizes the power of the spell.

"Intimidating, Type Zero."

The Tian Congyun sword held high above his head was instantly swung down. The ethereal sky-blue slash crossed reality and illusion and slashed straight towards Fuhei Shi'er. During this period, the slash touched everything and cut through the space. It was extremely sharp. one strike.

Fuheishi'er no longer resisted, he put aside You Yun and allowed the sky-blue slashes to fall on him.

"Heaven and the Tyrant" Fuheisher died standing.

"Maybe when I was young, I could be like them, high-spirited, surrounded by stars, a genius admired by everyone."

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(End of this chapter)