This is My Juggernaut Journey

The extremely close-range knife drawing technique, so he couldn't bring strength, but he still cut into the muscles. Yuzuru took advantage of the gap when Yiwoza temporarily lost control of his feet, and raised the two long knives——

The breath of thunder and the breath of qi burst out suddenly, and they flicked away the opponent like an inch of strength.

The moon ghost was flying in the air, but the head hanging on the neck saw the enemy's two swords below, one horizontal and one vertical, and the same purple blades intersected, presenting a 'cross' sword shape.

The breath of death has never been so approaching. With no strength in the air, he clenched his fists.

It has two options, one is to hit the rock wall upwards to cause an attack wave, so that it can quickly escape.

The second is...

"Our outcome is undecided!!!"

The raised fist pointed directly at Yuxian, Yi Wozuo made a choice, and burned to the extreme until his body was wiped out in ashes!

Destroy kill. Double kill!

it is good! !

Yuzuru also has a high fighting spirit, no whitewashing, no remorse, since it is a ghost fighting chasing a powerful enemy, let's fight until the last moment!

All about breathing! !

The explosion of thunder, the perception of qi, the strengthening of ice, the three breaths merged into one, every muscle has been tensed to the limit, and he swung his blade against the storm coming from above his head!

First cut!Cut vertically!

boom--

The pure sword energy directly split the storm into two sections from the middle, swept through the middle of Yiwozuo's body, and then continued to fly tens of meters away, with a few soft bangs, the top of the hollow shattered, and large pieces of stone fell down.

The sword qi didn't have the ability to suppress the evil spirits. The super strong body was quickly repairing the scars that almost split the body in two. The moon ghost stared at the remaining storm with wide eyes.

The double annihilating style has not dissipated, and the strong wind is like a knife, which can still tear the enemy's corpse into thousands of pieces, but at this moment, the black knife in the swordsman's right hand has already moved.

Second knife!Sweep!

The purple-black knife light was several meters long, suppressing the aftermath, sweeping away the storm, and then swept past Yiwozuo's chest!

Everything was quiet, the sound of wind, knife, and roar fell at the same time, Yiwozuo's golden pupil was losing its highlight, his neck was swept by the sword energy, and finally fell to the ground.

But the headless body turned around, 'looked' at Yuxian, and asked casually, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

"Cross cut with double knives, self-created." Yuxian bent down, folded his knives back into the sheath, and slowly stood up straight: "Third of the first string, are you satisfied now?"

The headless body was sluggish for a moment. There was neither a curse before death nor a lengthy memory. The head on the ground closed its eyes.

"Enough!"

As soon as the voice falls, the dust is flying, that is, a war ghost, and death should be free and easy.

Yuxian glanced at the dissipated corpse, this was the fourth Crescent Moon Ghost he beheaded, and he didn't have much emotion.

Killing powerful enemies is just a daily routine, and it will continue for a long time.

The swordsman just raised his head and looked into the hole. There was also a black-haired swordsman standing there, except that it had six eyes on its head.

One of its hands has disappeared, and its entire body is covered with bloodstains. In contrast, its blade stabbed into the chest of the strong man in front of it.

The strongest moon ghost, the strongest pillar!The victory and defeat have been divided!

Yuxian turned around slowly, he had already seen the result when he blasted Yiwoza into the hollow.

Today's Black Death Mou does not have the weakening of Xiazhu and Fengzhu, and directly confronts Yanzhu. Even if the latter has inspired the pattern, he still cannot defeat Shangxianyi.

"Have you seen enough? One of the top strings, Your Excellency Hei Si Mou." Yu Xian asked calmly, and took out the gourd by the way.

Heishimou drew out his long knife, causing the strong human being in front of him to fall straight, and flicked the blade lightly, causing blood to scatter.

"Yuzuru Himura, as the rumors say, you are very strong."

"Thank you for the compliment, but it seems that your Excellency is guarding the last stage." Yuxian raised his head and drank the sweet wound medicine, and Kamizuki's face immediately became serious.

His disordered breathing was steady, and his internal injuries were rapidly recovering, but he had just defeated a powerhouse rarely seen in 300 years, and his aura also reached its peak.

"So that's it, Himura Yuzuru, your expedition is over."

"This is not possible, I have to go down to see that bastard, and then let this bastard sleep here forever." Yuxian did not draw his sword, and walked forward slowly, "I want to fight you too, but look at the black death Your Excellency, if you are in a bad state, you will lose your interest."

After the voice fell, Liu Zhi's eyes narrowed at the same time, and the small passage was tightly blocked by the winding one.

"Don't be so arrogant, human, this kind of injury is nothing to me!"

The lost left hand recovered in an instant, because of Yuzuru's arrogance, it was eager to try, after all, it was a young man, and he was mad at every side with some strength.

Yuxian, who was actually active at about the same age as the opponent, stopped, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, but it went out in an instant, and even showed a little helplessness.

"Don't you draw your sword yet?" Heixin Mou didn't understand what the opponent was thinking, and slowly took a step forward, quietly raising the blade, but the moon blade was not released, because a person emerged from behind the blue-clothed swordsman.

White-haired and one-eyed, full of vicissitudes of life, he pulled out a long knife that had been broken for a long time from Yuxian's cuff.

that knife...

Heishi Mou's pupils shrunk slightly, and amidst the uncertainty, he saw the old man standing on the ground with his sword in his hands, obviously condensed into a solid body, and felt that the sense of vicissitudes was gone, only the heart-shattering sharpness remained.

Strong!

It can no longer see Yuzuru Himura in its eyes, only this thin but upright figure.