I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

The moonlight is like silver frost, reflecting the paleness of people's faces.

The hem of the young man's cloak is tattooed with flame-like patterns, and he even has similar hair, burning like flames and exuding vitality.

The Yanhu seemed to be given life, making a roaring sound and rushing towards the ghost in the air. The clothes of one person and one ghost were carried away in a flying arc, and the biting wind cut their cheeks.

The spider silk was twisted together to meet the attacking Yan Hu. Both of them were as powerful as a rainbow and would not give in.

boom--

Sick Ye's eyes went blank, and his body and head were knocked over by the aftermath of the collision between spider silk and Yan Hu, rolling back all the way. The stone hit him, but luckily his head and body were not far apart. He hurriedly controlled his body and walked over, picked up his head and put it back on.

Xia San lost interest in watching the battle and stumbled away.

Huh?

Bang, Sick Ye's body fell to the ground. This time, it was not the spider silk that cut off his head, but the Nichirin Sword.

Anjuro's right leg was scratched by the spider silk after he threw the Nichirin sword away. He ran towards the Nichirin sword with the spider silk chasing after him.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters...

Xingjuro jumped up and passed by the spider silk. His footsteps took advantage of the spider silk, and in an instant, he was at the side of the Nichirin Sword like a bowstring.

He reached out and pulled out the Sun Blade, and before it hit the ground, he turned around in the air and faced the spider silk.

boom--

The spider silk and Nichirin sword collided.

His tired face was as dark as water, and his eyes stared gloomily at the human being who had escaped the disaster, but he was surprised in his heart. Compared to the last time, this human being had made a lot of progress...

He was vaguely aware of something, but he was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

"Vampire Technique: Killing Eyes," this is the only human being he must kill.

"I am Purgatory Anjuro," Anjuro announced his name again with burning eyes, the feathers on his body fluttering in the wind.

"tired."

The flames streaked across the ground, leaving traces. Anjuro nodded, his mood calm. I know that only one person will survive today between myself and Tired.

And he wasn't prepared to die.

"Sorry," Anjuro breathed out, spreading his legs and raising the Nichirin sword in his hand. The cold blade seemed to remind him of something.

The young man's eyes only dimmed slightly, and he no longer hesitated.

Dust rose from the ground.

His answer was a tired sneer. He really hated this human being - "Go to hell."

The white hair made his eyes redder.

"Mystery Nine Type Purgatory," Xingjuro shouted loudly, and his whole body was suddenly surrounded by flames. He ran quickly and jumped into the air.

The Nichirin Knife slashed at the spider web, and Lei fell from the air. The flames made him feel the heat, and his skin seemed to be burned.

It's not an illusion, my hair and clothes are really burning...

His blood-red eyes clearly saw the look of the person who forced him down. It was a really hateful face. Tirefully enlarging the spider web to wrap around the other person, sticking the person to the spider silk, "Vampire Art: Engraving Prison——"

The blood splashed on the ghost's face, and he frowned fiercely. It was the blood of a disgusting guy. It was indeed a disgusting guy, and even the blood was disgusting.

The pain caused Anjuro to frown, and the next moment he suddenly let go. Although he was stuck by the spider silk, his body was not completely unable to move.

With only a very small arc, the Hashira's Nichirin Swords can perform their moves and force the ghosts to retreat. He cut off the spider silk on his body with his backhand, but his face was inevitably burned by the flames.

"According to records, the strength of ghosts does not improve too quickly." Anjuro clenched the Nichirin sword in his hand, smiled at the other party, and asked what he wanted to ask, "Can you tell me why you improve so quickly? "

When Lei realized what the other person really wanted to ask, he couldn't help but chuckle. The young man raised his chin and showed all the contempt in his heart, "A ghost hunter."

Anjuro breathed and asked again, "Can you tell me?"

"Eating people can improve your strength, and you can also exercise like you," he said in a mocking tone as the spider silk swam in his tired hands, "Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Lei was very unhappy, so he ducked in front of Xingshourou and threw the spider silk at the other person's neck, "It's really ridiculous to care so much."

"Purgatory Anjuro," the white-haired young ghost said loudly, "you are really a ridiculous man."

"go to hell,"

You are not qualified and should not appear again. Disappear for me——

Tired and angry.

"No," Xingjuro said, looking at the ghost in front of him with open eyes, "I just want to know how you can improve your strength," he adjusted the Nichirin Sword to the most suitable position, "Huh~~~"

The power has been concentrated, "I never doubted her."

There was no hesitation in the sword, and there was no confusion in Purgatory Anjuro's heart. When he looked into the ghost's eyes, he had the same thoughts and determination.

This is the final blow.

Their clothes were rustled by the wind generated by the attack and collision.

……

[Found it, but...]

Naruko said [It’s too late... Damn it, it’s too fast——]

The next time she couldn't die, the ghost who controlled Infinite City looked pale and plucked the strings in panic, but she was still a step too late. Xia Xian's death is almost instantaneous, and only extremely fast speed can cut off their heads.

It's over...

This time it's really over.

Xingjulang knelt on the ground and felt the smell of blood coming out of his throat. The ground was shaking. He reached out and touched his waist. There was blood on his hand. It was the spider silk that had penetrated his body just now. This position was...

"Lord Yanzhu, please don't move. The injury is serious."

The logistics department who arrived almost fainted.

"It's okay, the vital organs and blood vessels are fine," Xingjuro said with a smile, and in turn comforted his companion who was about to faint, "Some of the blood is from other wounds."

"Stop talking," the support team member yelled, feeling even more dizzy.

"who is it?"

What a terrible sound. I felt the tears dripping down my face while muttering to myself. It was the first time I heard this guy make such a sound...

It was the first time I saw such a terrifying expression.

If he still had the strength, he would definitely touch this guy's bulging veins. It didn't look suitable for her at all..., Lei said, "I don't know."

"Woo~"

Lizi's cry was squeezed out of her throat. Suddenly she thought of drinking Wuhan's blood, and immediately cut a large incision and dripped the blood into her tired mouth.

The body is dissipating.

Lei felt that his consciousness had blurred, but he was pulled back by this action. He couldn't help but be glad that he didn't disappear from his mouth, and he could still ask, "What are you doing?"

I seem to be asked this question often...

"Please, I'm tired, please, you promised me you would come back,"

The sound is really loud...

"please,"

Why is it that the blood has been fed and the tired body is still dissipating, why is it useless, "Nothing..."

Lei said, "It's too late, Lizi."

"What should I say?"

"Stop shaking," he closed his eyes. In fact, it didn't matter much whether he closed them or not, since he couldn't see anymore.

Bang, it’s tears.

Lizi leaned close to his right ear, which was about to disappear, "...I love you too, Mom and Dad, I'm back."

"I love you too,"

"Well," the black-haired girl hugged the boy's clothes and told him, "I'm tired too."

The boy who had spent ten years with her completely disappeared.

"Why......"