Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

He didn't make a move before, he was looking for the nearby pot body, and now he has smashed all of them, making the jade pot lose the ability to move in an instant.

Maybe, you can fight him.

Pong!

The huge sound of gold and iron crossing penetrated the battlefield, interrupting the thoughts of Hojo Tea Temple, and at the same time, everyone in the field was shocked.

The black sandstorm that no one dared to approach suddenly stopped.

The corners of Heishimou's mouth curled up, and a smile curved upward.

At the moment when the blade reached its peak and was about to lose control, he finally broke through the rock pillar's defense.

The opponent couldn't dodge this knife.

The flesh and blood of human beings, no matter how tough they are tempered, can't match the ghost blade in their hands.

Victory and defeat.

Chapter 289 I Will Not Lose

clang!

His wrist vibrated, and Hei Si Mou's six pairs of blood pupils showed unbelievable shock at the same time.

Like metal... This is a touch that I never imagined...

In an instant, a smile appeared on Yan Zhu's face, and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth relaxed a bit.

"Go to hell! Devil!"

Not far away, Yuhu Wuxia took another shot at Hojo Tea Temple, and Luo Ji stopped rushing towards Yumao Tianyuan's figure, their expressions changed, and they were about to kill Yanzhu.

However, Hojo Chaji, Umo Tengen, and the rest of the swordsmen were shocked, and they all drew their knives and used powerful sword shapes, trying to stop the two Shangxian.

In the center of the battlefield, where the black storm stopped, Sen Leng Ghost Blade slashed at the waist of the rock pillar, but the owner of Ghost Blade didn't show any joy on his face.

What he cut was not flesh and blood.

What the ghost blade touched was a piece of golden color.

It should have cut the rock pillar in half, but now it only cut to a depth of about three centimeters.

For ordinary people, the incision is three centimeters deep and covers the entire left waist, and death is inevitable.

However, for a top swordsman who has mastered deep breathing techniques, tempered his body to the extreme, and can control his muscles and blood as he pleases, this is a small injury that can be dealt with.

"how is this possible!"

"Vampire? He is clearly human!"

Hei Si Mou's heart beat wildly.

Without delving into the sudden appearance of the diamond's color on the surface of the rock pillar, Heixin Mou made a decisive decision and prepared to retreat while giving up the ghost blade in his hand.

But it seemed that the meteor hammer wrapped around the thunder had already arrived.

Yanzhu didn't defend himself, and let Heishimou cut him at the waist with a single knife. Obviously, he had set up this trap long ago, waiting for his opponent to jump into it.

Before setting off, Chuanliu Shi gave Yanzhu all the serum he had just made, and with some previous accumulation, Yanzhu became the third human swordsman to master vampire art.

His vampire technique is very simple, it is hardening.

His originally yellow skin and flesh had turned into pure gold, and coupled with his monk appearance, he looked like a Vajra Arhat coming down to earth.

click!

In an instant, the meteor hammer was as nimble as a snake, wrapping Heishimu's upper body and hands together, and the hammer head finally took advantage of the trend and smashed his right thigh.

In the next second, exuding a scorching aura, the broad ax with the blade turned into a dark color also arrived as promised, leveled with the ground, and slashed straight at Heishimu's neck.

"Pfft."

Blood soared into the sky.

The neck, as hard as iron, looked pale and feeble before the blade of Hese's axe.

"No, I won't lose!"

A trap that allowed one person and one ghost of similar strength to decide the winner or loser.

The blood rain drenched the body of the rock pillar, and the golden, blood-colored and pale clothes blended into strange colors.

That ghost who can shuttle in the pot is not easy to kill... kill this newcomer... Yan Zhu turned his head to scan the battlefield, and quickly made a decision.

After cutting off Heishimu's neck, the rock pillar did not stop, and the burly body of more than two meters high quickly approached Luo Ji with a huge pressure.

Luo Ji screamed, and quickly backed away like a frightened rabbit.

Yanzhu pursued him closely, and at the same time, he stalked among ghosts like a tiger like a sheep on the way.

Seeing that Heishimu was beheaded, the surrounding ghosts were already frightened and did not dare to fight the rock pillar at all.

For a while, there appeared a strange picture of Yanzhu chasing a group of ghosts, and other swordsmen assisted in encircling and suppressing them.

However, this situation only lasted for less than a minute before a change occurred.

goo goo goo...

The sound of bubbling like boiling water resounded around at some point.

Yan Zhu slammed into Luo Ji's body, then Mu Ran turned around.

The headless body of Hei Si Mou is still there.

Holding his severed head in one hand, his body staggered and trembled.

"I won't lose... I won't lose..."

"Yuanyi... I have only lost to you in my life... Impossible, and I can't lose to anyone else!"

The lips of the severed head rose and fell, and a murmuring sound came out of it.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, alarm bells rang in Yan Zhu's heart.

The current appearance of Hei Si Mou... is very similar to that of Oni Wu Tsuji who was revived after severed head.

The face full of unwillingness and madness piled up and twisted, which made people feel chills.