The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

He concentrated all his energy, staring at the gun ghost's neck, he could even clearly see his subconscious swallowing, the Adam's apple moved up and down, and there was a slight swallowing sound under the blue-gray skin.

Breathing slowed, steps light.

Then... the sun wheel knife was unsheathed.

laugh--!

This knife shot was extremely smooth, without any lingering, hesitation, hesitation, and without the slightest hindrance, from the ultimate static to the extreme dynamic.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, no energy was wasted, all of it was poured into the knife's slash.

When the knife was unsheathed, even the sound died away.

You can hear the rush of footsteps, the whistling of air currents, and the hunting of clothes.

But only the sound of the knife could not be heard.

That knife, as desolate as water, disappeared without a trace as if the moonlight was immersed in the flowing water.

This knife was so quiet, as if the blade of the god of death had scratched the throat, and it had disappeared when he noticed it.

The silent knife kills the most.

Su Bai hit the ground with his feet, and stopped ten steps behind the gun ghost. The gun ghost's body was stiff, and red blood lines appeared on his neck.

The reincarnation almost forgot to breathe, until three seconds later, he suddenly realized that he was about to suffocate, and hurriedly exhaled a chaotic breath from his lungs: "Hiss... ha... hiss... fur..."

His energy and spirit were almost exhausted, he could only rely on the knife to support his body, and the strong sense of fatigue caused the energy of the mitochondria in every cell in his body to be squeezed dry, not a single drop could be squeezed out .

But compared to being tired, Su Bai raised his head and looked at the knife in his hand, feeling a little joy in his heart.

He can clearly feel that he is making progress. Before drawing the sword, he needed to think a little bit, but now he swung the sword instinctively. He pushed the jaw of the sword with his thumb, and drew the sword with his right hand to make a smooth cut. No matter what angle he swung the sword, he could swing it smoothly. .

When drawing the knife before, the blade and the mouth of the knife would rub against the scabbard, sparks would burst out, and the sound was clear... Now that the knife is drawn, the friction sound has become extremely slight, and the sound of drawing the knife has changed to silent drawing, and the progress is amazing.

The memory sleeping deep in the soul is recovering, like an iceberg thawing, every battle will shatter a piece of ice on the iceberg, the ice melts into water, and is drunk by the soul. The legacy left in the second reincarnation is in the deepest part of the soul... There is no need to learn other swordsmanship, and there is no need to integrate other swordsmanship. In the past reincarnation, he must have stepped into a world far higher than the sword master realm.

If the emotion is retrieved, the memory should also be revived.

The only thing needed is fighting, and every time he goes through a battle, every time he goes through a death fight, he gets closer to his former self.

This is very similar to a righteous partner, just as Emiya Shiro will get closer to the future Heroic Emiya every time he goes through a death fight, every time Su Bai goes through a death fight, he can gain past combat experience, skills, and strength, Even gain once-lost emotions.

Even if it is a dying body, as long as he is not dead, his combat ability can still be continuously improved. Every death fight may be fatal, but if he crosses the past, his strength will usher in a qualitative leap, just like this moment.

Perhaps this is the way Su Bai should choose to become stronger.

It is not by relying on Saitama's exercise method for three years of continuous exercise, nor by learning to gain new strength.

He has the most suitable teacher and doesn't need any help. As long as he keeps fighting, the blade will naturally be engraved with marks.

【You have awakened swordsman job skills】

【Swordsmanship School My Style (Intermediate)】

[Silent Juhe·Extreme Intent (Advanced)]

[The task of killing ghosts has been completed, and the rewards have been issued]

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Ghost domain, infinite city.

This place is like a house in a different dimension, opening passages to different places. The interior is full of various overlapping stairs, doors and windows, chaotic gravity, overlapping spaces, huge and empty.

In the center of Infinite City, the author is a one-eyed ghost, playing the shamisen in his hand, and plucking the strings can replace the space and open the passage.

The second ghost was forcibly summoned to Infinity City, he looked around blankly: "This is..."

Several ghosts who were also Xiaxian appeared in the line of sight.

"Hmm... Compulsory convening? What happened..."

The ghost of the bowstring was about to say something, but when he raised his head, he saw a black-haired woman in a kimono.

Oni Wu Tsuji stood in the center of Infinite City, staring coldly at the oni below.

The ghosts under the bow were stunned for a moment, and they had never seen the ghost Wu Tsuji in such a posture, until the woman said: "Kneel down for me."

This group of ghosts just realized that they made a disrespectful mistake.

The third of the last string hastily said: "I'm very sorry, we didn't realize it, because your posture is different from before..."

"Shut up, who allowed you to speak." Oni Wu Tsuji said coldly: "Don't judge me from your vulgar point of view, just shut up and listen, and then answer my question..." Her cold gaze Filled with a murderous air: "One of the lower strings has just been killed, and there is only one thing I want to ask...why is the lower string ghost of Twelve Ghost Moon so weak."

"In the past hundred years, except for the two executions of the upper string, I have not changed people. On the contrary, the ghosts of the lower string have been replaced one after another, and they all died in the hands of the ghost killing team. It is really ridiculous." Guiwu Tsuji said in a low tone: "This time it's even more absurd. One of the last strings wasn't even killed by the pillars of the Demon Slayer Squad, but by a ronin swordsman from Edo."

The ghosts of the lower string looked at each other, they didn't understand why one of the lower strings was killed by the ronin, it was strong enough to enter the upper string... just because there was no vacancy for the upper string...

A ghost who is under the string can't help but think, even if we ask us about this kind of thing, how do we know.

Gui Wu Tsuji looked down: "Ask you, you don't know?"

...thoughts were seen through?How is this possible, bad bad...

"Your blood was given by me, and your thoughts can naturally be read." Onimai Tsuji said coldly: "What's wrong? What's wrong, tell me..." She raised her hand, from the kimono The hand outstretched from under the sleeve clasped the head of the ghost of the string like a sharp claw. With a burst of screams and begging for mercy, a ghost of the string was crushed alive.

The other ghost's heart was full of shock and coldness.