Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

At the corner of the street, the Secretary slowly inserted the Sun Wheel Knife back into the scabbard.

With cold eyes, he walked slowly towards Imura.

Every time he took a step, part of Imura's body burned by the flames would fly away.

Not only that, but an aura gradually emerged from the secretary's body.

Like a scorching sun hanging high, it is scorching hot, making people dare not look directly at it.

When the three of Komaji felt this breath, they felt as if they had fallen into the center of the sun.

Even though they were not surrounded by flames, they still felt their mouths were dry and their bodies were sweating uncontrollably.

Zhu Shi, who was familiar with the secretary, knew that he was angry.

Kneeling down on one knee, Komaji panted heavily, and only looked at the secretary who came over with one eye.

He did not expect that the seemingly amiable secretary could burst out with such a terrifying aura.

This pressure alone may crush him to death.

When the secretary walked in front of Imura, only one head remained of Imura's huge body after being transformed into a ghost.

The bone armor on the head had already been melted by the high temperature, turning into a puddle of liquid sticking to it.

Bowing his head, the secretary could feel the anger and hatred from the other party.

Secretary!

Forcibly tearing apart the sticky flesh and blood, Imura let out a final roar.

As soon as the words fell, the scorched black head was crushed by the Secretary's foot.

The fragments gradually dissipated, and finally turned into dust and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even so, the aura that seemed to melt everything on Si Shu's body still did not dissipate.

Under the pressure of this momentum, Lianxue, who was weak in physique, had already passed out.

Komaji and Keizo, who were better, also had trouble breathing, and their faces began to turn blue.

Just at this moment, a cold jade hand held the Secretary's hand.

I'm fine.

The moment he heard this voice, the aura in the Secretary's body swirled rapidly, and all of them fell into his body.

A second later, the previous momentum completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

The invisible pressure disappeared, and Komaji and Keizo were soaked as if they had just been fished out of a water tank.

You forgot, I'm a ghost, I won't get hurt so easily.

Holding the secretary's hand with both hands, Zhu Shi's soft words were full of comforting tone.

Without speaking, the secretary turned around and took Zhu Shi beside him into his arms.

Holding each other tightly with both arms, immersing your head in the ends of the other's hair.

It was also the first time for Zhu Shi to be treated like this by the secretary, and his cheeks became more rosy for a while.

Gently patted the other person's broad shoulders, as if to comfort him not to be nervous.

The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of Zhu Shi's hair, and Secretary Si felt that his mood was slowly relaxing.

Closing his eyes, he took a long breath.

I'm all right.

When he opened his eyes again, the old smile was already on the corner of his mouth.

Release Zhu Shi, Secretary Secretary said.

You go to see Lianxue and the others, and treat Qingzang's fracture by the way.

Nodding his head, when Zhu Shi turned around, he still didn't forget to look back at the Secretary.

It's all right.

Waving his hand, the secretary scratched his head.

Having said that, Zhu Shi walked over with peace of mind and checked the injuries of Komaji and others.

Squinting his eyes slightly, the Secretary immediately turned around and ran towards the town.

There, there are more than [-] ghosts waiting for him.

Walking towards the screams, he quickly found the first one.

It was a ghost with an orangutan head, black hair all over its body, and two big fangs at the corners of its mouth.

The moment he saw this guy, the Secretary knew that this was the protégé that Komaji met during his unarmed combat.

At this moment, he had already given up reason and human identity for the sake of power, and turned into a vicious ghost that preyed on humans.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the gorilla ghost's protruding tongue was covered with barbs.

The eyeballs the size of copper bells are full of longing, which is the desire for the secretary's flesh and blood, which comes from an instinctive tendency.

With a loud roar, the gorilla ghost rushed forward, and then punched the secretary's face.

The corners of his mouth cracked wildly, and he seemed to have seen the scene where the other party was smashed into meat sauce.

The black fists in the eyes were getting bigger and bigger, but the secretary's pupils were as dull as ever.

The arms are stretched out, and the open right palm is erected in front of the body.

One big and one small, two completely disproportionate fists collided together like this.

The next moment, the expression of the orangutan ghost suddenly twisted together.

The opponent's palm pierced deeply into his fist like an iron hook.

Muscles were pierced, meridians were shredded, and bones were broken.

The secretary's five fingers pierced deeply into it, and the severe pain instantly spread to the brain.

oooooooo!

Roaring in pain, the gorilla ghost punched out again, intending to force it back.

However, the reality is cruel.

With a fist in his left hand, he slammed hard on the opponent's wrist.

The huge force turned into a heavy hammer, which instantly smashed the left wrist of the orangutan ghost.

Flesh and blood splattered, and a fist-sized hole appeared.

Both arms were crippled, and the orangutan ghost's facial muscles twitched crazily, as if some muscle had been pulled wrongly.

Opening his mouth wide, he stretched his body forward, and a foul smell rushed towards the secretary.

He actually planned to eat the secretary in one gulp!

The black shadow above the head was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold air from the sharp teeth was also approaching, and the secretary could even see the crazy feeling of dying together in the eyes of the other party.

But even so, the expression on his face was still so cold.

Pulling out the free left palm at the waist, the Sun Wheel Knife was unsheathed and turned into a stream of light, passing through the opponent's body.

The orangutan ghost hadn't reacted yet, he only felt a chill in his body, and then he didn't feel it.

Before he could figure out what the Secretary had done, a burning pain suddenly came from inside his body.

As if eating a bomb, a burst of flame burst out of his body in an instant.

Heat, flames, pain, enemies.

The simple eight characters constituted the whole of the last moments of the orangutan ghost's life.

Before he died, a memory from his time as a human flashed through his mind.

Really, there are people out there.

The falling body was continuously burned, and finally turned into the dust of the world.

After killing the orangutan ghost with a single blow, the secretary did not stop, and walked towards the place where the other ghost was.

The fangs protrude from the mouth, and the limbs move forward, like a sabre-toothed tiger ghost, beheaded with one blow.Read the book

The muscles of the legs are well developed, and the arms have turned into spring ghosts like springs, beheading with one blow.

The outside of the body is covered with a solid carapace, and it can also spew out poisonous liquid. It can be killed with a single blow.

These ghostly disciples are as powerless as lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Secretary Shu.

One knife at a time, all were wiped out in a short time.

When the Secretary wiped out the last evil spirit, the six characters on the ground attracted his attention.

Outside the town, Dakeng, waiting for you.

The moment he saw the signature, he frowned slightly.

Because, this is what Hei Si Mou left behind.

Chapter 85 Strong Words, Inheritance of Moon's Breath

What does Hei Si Mou want from me?

Very puzzled in his heart, the secretary was very curious why the other party chose to find him at this point in time.

From a human point of view, Hei Si Mou is the man behind the scenes who just planned a large-scale ghosting.

If it weren't for the secretary's action, the whole town might be turned into ruins overnight, and there would be no townspeople left. .

In such a tense situation, Hei Si Mou actually wanted to see him.

I don't know what the other party is doing, but the secretary still walked out of the town.

The Secretary of Dakeng at the meeting place is very familiar, and it was caused by using Yanghuatu when he eliminated Shuilan's clone.

Not long after, he had already arrived at the big pit.

And in the center of the sunken pit, there was a figure standing there with its back to him.

The moment he saw that figure, Secretary Si understood why the other party had the confidence to come to see him.

Your body is a clone, right?

Although the figure in front of him looked no different from Hei Si Mou, the secretary could feel that this was just a clone with little fighting ability.

To be precise, this is called projection.

Turning around, Hei Si Mou said.

This is another use of the breath of the moon.

In other places, such as deserts, a spectacle is sometimes seen.

Mirage.

The essence of this phenomenon is the virtual image produced by the light emitted by the object after being refracted by the atmosphere, which is an optical phenomenon.

And the projection that Hei Si Mou is using now is similar to a mirage.

With his mastery of the breath of the moon, he projected himself in the distance here, so as to have a dialogue with the secretary.

Of course, this ability is more advanced than Mirage, otherwise there would be no sound transmitted.

So, what do you want from me.

Realizing that the other party was a projection, the secretary knew that Hei Si Mou had no intention of fighting him.

Otherwise, according to the personality of the other party, they would not use these little tricks that have no practical meaning.

Raising his head, Hei Si Mou looked at the moon in the sky and said slowly.

Yuanyi has been dead for a long time.

It is 150, six months, three months and seven days.

With a cold smile, the secretary seemed to have guessed what the other party was thinking.

Hei Si Mou definitely did not come to him to recall the past, there must be his reasons for choosing this time and method.