Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 203 The Battle of the Killing Ghosts
"唰唰~" two voices, one black and one white figure intertwined.

"Clang, clang." With a crisp voice, the two beams of light collided with each other, bounced off each other, and split apart at the touch of a touch, leaving only a wisp of sparks that scorched the air.

The two rays of light are two daggers.

A switchblade with a dark matte handle, with a curious emblem carved into the hilt.

The other is a tactical straight knife similar to the military standard equipment, with a black handle and a pair of Taiji pictures dotted on the end.

The two short knives with similar lengths and very similar blade styles made two thrilling arcs in silence and collided again.

The straight knife cuts at a sharp angle, which is offset by the same angle with the switchblade.

"Clang", another soft sound.

This time, the two short knives did not bounce off each other, but fell into a stalemate.

The owner of the straight knife, a heroic girl in a blue Taoist uniform, licked the corners of her mouth, with an excited smile on her lips: "No, no, no, Shiki, your strength shouldn't be limited to this level."

The owner of the switchblade, a handsome young man in black sportswear, had a bitter face: "Sister, this is really my limit."

"Liar."

Ryoji exerted force with his right hand, and the two crossed knives got closer and closer to Shiki's face.

"What I can feel is your blood, your potential is far more than that."

"Even if you say so——" Shiki's face was flushed, his forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat, and he really didn't look like he was hiding anything.

"Well, it seems that you haven't realized your own strength, so let me inspire it."

Shiki kicked Nakashiki in the stomach, sending him flying a few meters.

When Shiki got up from the ground, he saw that Shiki's eyes overflowed with an indescribable mysterious brilliance—the magic eyes of death, open eyes.

"Sister, this—"

Not giving Shiki a chance to continue, Shiki reprimanded loudly: "Don't be such a mother-in-law, man, take off your glasses and look at me! I can accept this world, don't tell me you can't?"

I don't know if he felt Shiki's will, or his blood was aroused, Shiki took off the "Magic Eye Killer" and handed it to Kanya who was watching by the side.

"Of course!"

Accompanied by Shiki's roar, the switchblade sliced ​​through the air, approaching the heroic Shiki at a faster speed than before.

Turning around lightly, avoiding Shiki's thrust, the smile on the corner of his mouth became even more gorgeous, almost to the point of enchanting.

"That's right, that's right, the faster the speed, the stronger the strength, the trickier the angle."

I can feel that this is far from your limit, you can become even stronger——

——Because, you and I are of the same kind, we are both murderers, with the same blood.

The straight knife changes, and the sword never leaves Shiki's "death line". As long as it hits a little bit, it will be a serious injury that is difficult to recover.

But Shiki didn't give Shiki such a chance, either to block or dodge, to prevent all of Shiki's fierce attacks.Not only that, he took advantage of Shiki's swing of the knife to launch a counterattack, and his counterattack also aimed at Shiki's "death line".

The two murderers who have faced death directly and can see the death of all things, just danced on the edge of death, and the pressure released by their gestures gradually spread to the audience, making everyone on the sidelines feel the pressure.

Chengzi began to draw runes, Shinji took out the slingshot, Fujino opened his magic eye, Sakura was accumulating spell bullets, except that it had nothing to do with the mystery and could only stare blankly, everyone else was ready to save people.

What the two shiki's eyes reflect is a fragile world that can be broken at the touch of a touch. Both of them are staring at each other's death, and they also know that the other is staring at their own death.

Die, die, die.

Die die, die die, die die.

Death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death death.

All are dead.

This kind of pressure is enough to drive ordinary people crazy in an instant, and even a magician who has recognized the essence of death cannot bear the pressure. The young couple who danced together endured it all. Not only did they bear it, but they did not suffer any negative effects.

Just no negative effects, not no effects.

Surrounded by endless death, the spirits of the two with the same name became more and more excited, and their will to fight became more and more passionate.

If there is any white mist seeping from the hair of the two people and the gaps in the clothes, it is the water vapor produced by the volatilization of sweat.The two pairs of black and white eyes were also filled with blood, like two wild beasts with red eyes.

And this is just an external appearance, the changes in the two people's bodies can only be seen clearly by a master of anthropology like Cheng Zi and Shen Er trained by Scathach himself.

The speed of the blood flow of the two is increasing in an abnormal trend, and the physical abilities of the two have also made an astonishing leap, especially the attributes of muscle toughness, reflex nerves, and dynamic vision that are closely related to combat are approaching. It is not surprising that the limits of human beings are broken anytime.

To some extent, the two people who are fighting each other are no longer human beings, at least not fully human beings.

Shiki felt his blood boil.

My brain felt like it was on fire.

The brain felt like it was about to fly out.

Breathing is hot as if it is burning through the lungs.

Death in the world around us, like breathing, is wonderful, frequent, and natural.

But it doesn't matter, the physical condition is unexpectedly good.

His stiff right hand moved freely, his stiff footsteps became nimble, and the switchblade held in his forehand changed to his backhand.

The seriousness on his face dissipated at some point, replaced by joy from the heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was exactly the same as his expression.

He is enjoying, enjoying the process of fighting.

"You finally understand, Shiki!"

Misstepping by again, Shiki let out a murderous laugh.

"Killing, death, you and me, come on, keep liberating, keep burning, only in this way can you recognize your own truth."

Wrong steps, reflexes, and bullying, the three movements are done in one go.

One second, just one second, Shiki, like a civet cat, crossed a distance of three meters, came behind Shiki, and headed straight to the "death line" on his back.

However, this unexpected fatal blow was avoided by Shiki in an even more incredible way.

One second before the straight knife swung down, Shiki's movement speed suddenly accelerated, even faster than Shiki.At that moment, his speed really broke through the limit of the human body.

Relying on this speed, Shiki turned into a phantom, escaped from under Shiki's knife in an instant, and appeared on top of Shiki's head in the next instant, and wiped Shiki's throat with a knife.

This knife is not aimed at the "death line", but the effect is no different from the "dead line". The throat is the key to human beings, and if you cut it, you will die.

Shiki raised her head, the brilliance in her eyes was extraordinarily brilliant, and (harmony) more brilliant than her eyes was the light of her sword.

The knife is light, the light of the knife lights up like a surprise, and then disappears in a flash.

Life and death line.

PS: It's the traitor's birthday today, according to the agreement, let's decide the name of the fan today, let's call it "Ragged Clothes".

(End of this chapter)