Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

"what's your name?"

"What's the name?"

Ask questions lightly when flowing.

Xiang Kai's eyes looked like a beast, but he still had an impression of his name, he murmured: "Xiang Xiang Kai."

Immediately, the right hand slapped hard on the drum on the left shoulder, and the left hand lined up on the drum on the chest.

The broken spine during the river has no effect on him. He is a ghost who can freely control his limbs, and he uses his body well.

Boom!Boom!

Two dull drums sounded, and the sharp claw attack was ignored by Chuanliu.

What interested him was the strange deflection of his position.

The entire room, in a perceptually disorienting fashion, turned to the left.

And it happened in a split second, in sync with the beat of the drums.

Almost felt a trance, and found that he was standing sideways, his body parallel to the ground.

The two feet are still stepping on the original position, and the original wall has become the current ground.

The space has been reversed, and the position and direction seem to be redefined, and the gravity is strangely generated from the side.

Right now, the perception of up, down, left, and right has been subverted all the year round

This feeling deceives the brain, making people feel dizzy and absurd when they want to fall sideways.

"It's really a good ability."

Stabilize the body during the flow without shaking, fighting against the discomfort of cognition and reality at the moment.

"continue."

The red-stringed arrow cannot directly harm the human body, and when it flows, it summons the thorn, pierces Xiang Kai's body fiercely, and then drills towards the inside of Xiang Kai's body.

The discomfort of foreign objects entering the body, as well as the friction between thorns and thorns and soft flesh.

This kind of pain made Xiang Kai gasp heavily from his throat.

Even without wisdom, the instinctive pain of the body is enough to drive him.

He frantically used various abilities, wanting to break free from Chuan Liushi's grasp and stop this pain.

Under the reflection of the dim light, the shadows of the smiling faces on the ground when the river flows, suddenly have a devilish appearance.

"Blood Ghost: Shang Drum!"

Both hands slapped the drums all over the body at high speed, so fast that countless afterimages of the arms were formed.

Dong dong dong

Dense drums, like pouring raindrops, sounded without rhythm in this cramped and small room.

With the slapping of the chest, batches of five sharp claws appeared, and many bloodstains were scratched on the body while flowing. The wound was not shallow, but it healed easily.

This kind of damage is still much worse.

With the slapping of the limbs and the back, the room began to twist and move like flying. At this time, the south, east, north, and west have no meaning, and people with a good sense of direction cannot distinguish here.

When flowing, he can only use himself as the standard and use up, down, left, and right to locate. His body will stand firmly on the ground for a while, be parallel to the ground for a while, and even turn his head down and upside down.

This is not a meaningless transformation. If ordinary people come here, they must feel that the world is spinning and they can't help themselves.

However, no matter how Xiang Kai used his methods, Chuan Liu Shi still held him firmly, standing still.

The thorns were still twisting and tearing the flesh and blood in Xiangkai's body, making him mad and angry.

However, the high-intensity use of vampire art made Xiang Kai a little tired, and the space transition became slower.

Chuan Liushi noticed it, and immediately urged the thorns to move more fiercely, attacking the most sensitive and painful parts of the human body.

"It's not enough, go ahead!"

After thinking for a while, Chuanliu reached out and pulled out the drum in front of Xiangkai's chest abruptly, with squirming flesh and blood.

He only needs to feel Xiangkai's space ability, and the claw attack is an unnecessary consumption.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Give it back to me!"

Xiang Kai seemed to attach great importance to the drum on his body, and he howled and roared.

Chuan Liu smiled and threw the drum aside.

"If you want it, beat me to get it."

Zheng!

As if breaking through a certain string, Xiang Kai's aura became more condensed and dangerous, making Chuan Liu Shi stunned.

Breaking through him in the battle is forcing him too hard, breaking through is really normal.

At this time, the space of the room is not only changing in direction, but even begins to shrink, and the walls are squeezed towards the stream.

While flowing, he closed his eyes, and felt the flow of blood in Xiang Kai's body through the red string arrow.

He is studying, trying to learn Xiangkai's vampire technique.

Chapter 212 Ghost House, Infinite City

When he gathered his mind to observe Xiang Kai's blood flow during the flow, he could clearly see in his perception that the flow of Xiang Kai's blood itself did not change.

It is simply because the pain and anger become rushing and intense, and these do not attract the flow of time.

What attracted him was the rhythm of his blood flowing.

It can't be said to be a rhythm. To be precise, it is an indescribable strange feeling.

It is called rhythm when flowing, because this feeling has a regularity.

This kind of law is like syllables, phonetic symbols, etc., which may not have any meaning when separated, but when they are intertwined, they will form a beautiful, soft or tactful magnificent movement.

The rhythm of the blood in Xiangkai's body has a kind of understanding when it flows, it is not a specific ability, but an ability that can be copied and used.