Hell Paradise from Naruto

"Xing Shoulang!"

"Don't you understand yet?!"

"To continue to choose to fight me is to choose death!"

"Don't you think it's a pity that such superb swordsmanship will disappear with the withering of your life?!"

"Obviously it only takes one or two more years..."

"Your body will also reach its true peak, and then the power of your moves will surely reach a new level!"

"You are obviously one of the few lucky ones who have outstanding talents to be chosen!"

"Why reject me?!"

"bring it on!"

"Xing Shoulang!"

"Become a ghost!!"

"This way we can keep fighting forever!!"

"Hahaha!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Yi Wo Zuo's increasingly crazy voice continued to sound.

As Anjuro's physical strength declines, he can no longer maintain the perfect combination of high-intensity offense and defense. Every time Anjuro shows a flaw, Yiwozao can accurately capture it, and then attack it on Anjuro's body. Hit hard.

"Destruction Killing Air Style!"

boom!boom!boom……

Yiwozuo's fists were swung six times in quick succession right in front of him.

Xingjuro's eyes narrowed slightly. He had seen this kind of 'air punch' like an air cannon before, and now he naturally knew how to defend it.

"The unbridled shape, the meandering of Shengyan!"

With himself as the center, Xingshourou stirred the Nichirin sword in his hand vigorously, and a wave of flames swept out like a whirlpool, blocking all the power of Yiwozao's fist.

Just when Yiwozao jumped away to avoid the whirlpool of flames swung by Xingshou Lang, a circle of blazing red flames suddenly burst out from the blade lifted by Xingshou Lang with both hands. He shouted loudly: "Wu's type: Yanhu!"

Large swaths of turbulent red flames spurted out instantly, and the flames Anjuro waved transformed into a flaming tiger, roaring and biting at the enemy.

"Roar!"

However, Yiwo Zuo stood firmly on the spot and made his gestures calmly.

"Destruction and Killing Chaos!"

The fighting energy on Yiwozuo's body also spurted out like a volcanic eruption. Then he condensed this energy into his right fist and delivered a powerful blow at a very high speed in the direction of the flaming tiger. .

Circles of thick blue energy balls hit Anjuro's flaming tiger like falling meteors.

Bang! !

The flaming tiger collided with the energy light group, and strong energy fluctuations swept across, causing strong winds to sweep away, wrapping up the soil on the ground that had been cracked by the Yiwo Seat and rolling it away into the distance.

The moment the flaming tiger dissipated, Xingshoulang rushed in front of Yiwozuo with an indomitable momentum. He held the sun blade tightly in both hands and tilted it upward towards Yiwozuo's body.

Swish!

blood splattered...

Half of Yiwozuo's arm was also cut off and fell off.

However, Yiwozao had already tapped his feet the moment Xingshoulang came suddenly, jumped back, and opened a few meters distance from Xingshoulang again.

As for his broken arm, in just the blink of an eye, an intact arm had regenerated.

This terrifying regeneration speed is indeed worthy of the top three!

"How about it?"

"Did you win?!"

Inosuke swallowed and said with difficulty.

"Mr. Purgatory..."

Tanjiro's eyes were also looking closely in the direction of Anjurou where the dust was flying.

drip... drip...

Drops of blood fell, dots of bright red on the brown-black ground.

"Mr. Purgatory!"

Tanjiro couldn't help but exhale urgently.

Because at this time, Tanjiro's appearance had become extremely embarrassed, and his forehead and left eye were slightly sunken, which showed how fierce and domineering Yiwozai's fists were.

Anzuro, whose face was covered with blood, was breathing heavily, "ho, ho". In addition to the blood leaking from the corners of his mouth, there was also a bright red color stained with black demon slayer on his waist and abdomen. team uniform.

Judging from Anjuro's slightly weird stance, several of his ribs on the right side have probably been broken.

However, Anjuro still held the Nichirin Sword with both hands and held it towards his shoulder, as if he was ready to chop the enemy at any time.

"Damn!"

"Why don't those guys come over to help?!"

"You said you were a member of some secret team!"

"Where's that stinky guy?!"

The anxious Inosuke seemed to remember the only life-saving straw, and he hurriedly shifted his attention to the front of the train track.

"Um?!"

"what is this?!!"

What caught Inosuke's eyes was a string of extremely bright pale lightning, which shot towards Anjuro from a distance of several hundred meters.

"So fast!"

"If he is here...it will definitely be possible!"

"Is this the Breath of Thunder?!"

"This speed is faster than grandpa..."

"Is this the strength of the secret team..."

It was as if Tanjiro and Zenitsu had been given a shot in the arm. The suffocation caused by the Yiwozao seemed to dissipate, and they were finally able to open their chests and breathe.

It's sizzling!

The dazzling electric light flew straight to Xingjulang's side before stopping.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

"Can you still hold on?"

Mo Chen, who was holding the Shadow Knife in his right hand, said to Xing Julang who was seriously injured.

"Ho..."

"You seem to be injured quite a bit?"

"Are you okay?"

Xingshou Lang, who only had one right eye open, had a smile on his face and showed concern for Mo Chen.

"fine!"

"It should be dawn soon..."

"We just need to hold on a little longer..."

Mo Chen said lightly that he didn't want to have too much to do with a good old man like Xingshou Lang. The reason why the two of them fought side by side was just because of the mission requirements.

"Hahaha!"

"Are you Mingzhu?!"

"How about it?!"

"Do you want to choose to become a ghost?!"

"You seem to be stronger than Anjuro!!"

Yiwozuo put his newly regenerated arm to his mouth, licked the blood that flowed out, and said excitedly.

"can!"

Mo Chen's answer was beyond the expectations of everyone present.

"Um?!"

In an instant, Xingjuro, Tanjiro and others, including Yiwozao, all looked at Mo Chen in shock.

"Ink dust!"

"Do you know what you are talking about?!"

A look of indignation instantly appeared on Xingshou Lang's face, and he accused Mo Chen.

"Hahaha!"

"Is there really a pillar who is willing to become a ghost?!"

"You are still the first Zhu to agree to my request..."

Yiwozuo waved his hands happily, as if he had fulfilled some obsession in his heart.