Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

The two long swords have left deep cut marks on the ground, like the claw marks of ferocious beasts, keeping all living and dead things away from two meters away.

The slender arcs of saber light were reflected in the pupils of Furutegawa God, and his energy and spirit were concentrated like never before, keeping all the saber light out of his body.

It's not that he doesn't dodge, even behind him is within the attack range of the disaster, blindly dodging can only expose his flaws.

Now, Furutegawa Shinmi handed over everything to the long sword in his hand.

The body of the long sword glowing with strange and clear luster seems to be flowing in black and white.

Waves of air exploded, and in the blink of an eye, they fought several times again.

There are long, thin and sharp cut marks all around.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro hid far away, watching from a distance, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

In his eyes, whether it was Furutegawa Shinmi or Misfortune, he couldn't see the movements of the two clearly at all, as if two black shadows were colliding.

The sounds of swords clashing and the waves of air rushing towards him all made him feel suffocated.

too strong!It was so strong that before such an existence, he couldn't even bring up the idea of ​​resistance, just like a natural enemy in the food chain. After encountering it, his hands and feet would be cold, so he could only lie flat and allow himself to be slaughtered.

"Is this really human?" His eyeballs trembled, and his buttocks moved back again, hiding further behind.

If this scene is seen by Misfortune, it will definitely make the eyeballs red with anger.

But he couldn't take care of it anymore, and under Furutegawa Kamimi's backstab, he couldn't help taking a step back. Although he was a little embarrassed, he quickly steadied himself.

Furutegawa Kamami didn't rush after him either, he held his sword in front of him, and calmed down his breath, but the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

It's so strong!

happy!

There was a trace of blood flowing from the tiger's mouth of Calamity's hands, and he stared at Furutegawa Shinmi with an increasingly gloomy expression.

This kid has such a weird power, every blow has an astonishing explosive force, making his wrist numb from the shock.

It's like it's specially prepared for enemies with weapons in hand.

He spoke slowly, but his voice was like thunder, with a double voice: "What school of swordsmanship is this?"

Furutegawa Kamimi's strength traveled through his body, eliminating fatigue and at the same time bringing his state back to its peak.

He retreated slightly, stroked the sword with his fingers, the clear light came back on, and then said lightly: "Wudang, Sanfeng faction!"

"Wudang?" Misfortune chewed on this unfamiliar vocabulary in a low voice, slowly shook his head, and then looked at Furutogawa again with blood-red eyes, and slowly said: "You are very strong! But I am stronger!"

Seeing that there was no nonsense, Furutekawa shook his long sword in his hand, pointed at the ground obliquely, and pressed down.

Calamity smiled lowly, his face suddenly ferocious, and black mist rose from his body, wrapping around him like a whirlwind sweeping fallen leaves, and then exploded loudly.

I saw two more thick arms growing out of his back, holding a long and slender sword in each hand.

This appearance is like the ghosts and gods in myths and legends.

Calamity had a joyful face, and stretched his body, as if this was his most complete posture.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa in the distance looked at it with bulging eyeballs, and couldn't help but curse: "This monster!"

He looked at Furutegawa Shinmi with anxiety and worry on his face, and prayed in his heart that he must block it... Even if he can't kill the disaster, he must not be killed, otherwise he will not live.

Seeing these four slender katanas, Furutegawa God calmly asked, "So this is your full strength?"

Disaster looked at the rain above his head, and his voice buzzed: "Next, you will know!"

His figure suddenly turned into a gust of blade wind, spinning and crushing him forward.

Furutegawa looked solemn and retreated backwards.

"It's too slow!" A ferocious voice sounded from the wind of the knife, and the catastrophe leaped high in an instant, and the four knives seemed to be integrated into one, and slashed down from the front.

"I can't take it!" Furute Chuan Shenjian snorted, pierced the ground obliquely with his long sword, and hit the hilt with a fist. With the strength of this rebound, his figure moved back one meter out of thin air.

The asphalt ground is like oozy tofu, cut by the disaster.

A big foot kicked towards Misfortune, but the latter let out a hearty laugh: "Stupid! How dare you even give up your sword!"

He didn't even look at the kicking foot, raised his four arms high, and stabbed Furutegawa Shinmi.

"puff!"

The four swords pierced through Furute Kamimi who was kicked by flying feet.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked at this scene in the distance, his eyes were about to burst, and he closed his eyes in despair, it's over!

"Ok?"

Misfortune, who had clearly been stabbed, suddenly tilted his head and let out a faint sound of doubt.

Why, no blood left?

Isn't this guy human?

In the rainy night, a clear sword light suddenly flashed silently, and with a pop, it plunged into the arm socket of Misfortune, and then with a fierce slap, a thick arm was torn off immediately, and it was thrown high into the air. He fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" Disaster's face was completely ferocious, and he roared.

And this silent and fierce sword has already drifted away with the owner of the sword.

Furutegawa Shinmi stood in the distance with a look of rejoicing.

Fuck, almost hung up.

If it weren't for the use of [Nightmare] in a hurry.

So it turns out that disasters can't be seen through?

It seems that this thing is more powerful than he imagined.

The catastrophe whose arm was broken was extremely furious, but did not attack. Instead, he used the remaining three arms to protect himself, and roared: "The power of nightmare? Why is there the power of nightmare? Nightmare? Is it you? You How dare you betray me!"

Furutegawa Kamimi looked at him with surprise and surprise.

Recognized [Nightmare]?Sure enough!

But did the Nightmare Girl belong to the evil spirit?

Good guy!

You evil spirit society really has all kinds of talents!

Although Ishikawa Yasuhiro in the distance didn't know how Furutegawa Shinmi did it, but seeing that the arm of the disaster just now was picked off by the safe and sound Furategawa, he immediately became ecstatic, and almost burst into tears again, feeling deeply that he I have lived most of my life without today's excitement.

But now hearing the angry roar of the catastrophe, he couldn't help bristling his hairs, tightly holding the big sword in his hand, for fear that the monster named Nightmare would suddenly come out from somewhere and swallow him in one gulp.

On the opposite side of the disaster, the glint in Furutegawa Kamimi's eyes seemed to have a layer of ripples.

After the catastrophe roared for a long time, his eyes suddenly focused on Furutegawa Shinmi's face. He looked at it for a long time, then gritted his teeth suddenly: "So, you are the one who abducted the nightmare girl? Take off the mask and let me Look how handsome you are!"

Furutegawa's face darkened when he saw it, did he rely on his face for food?He relies on strength, right?

He took a deep breath and looked at the furious disaster, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

When the ancient battlefield filled with yellow sand and blood mist appeared all around, he said softly, "Now, it's your turn to accept the move!"

Chapter 160 Six Other Gifts ([-])

On a rainy night, Yasuhiro Ishikawa looked at the open space where a person and a monster suddenly disappeared, and he stood up abruptly, shaking his head back and forth like a rattle, and looked around with his eyes wide open.

Disappeared?

He strode to the place where they fought just now, and looked around in a daze.

Such a big person, and such a big monster, how can it be said that if you don't see it, it will disappear?

……

In the ancient battlefield of [Four Fangs Impermanence], I was feeling exasperated by the backstabbing of my former subordinates, and the catastrophe who fell into a rage was restrained in an instant, depression and chest tightness all over the body, as if someone grabbed the trachea, It was like being bound by invisible chains.

This feeling was so bad that he wished he could tear open his body with a knife on the spot, exposing his heart to breathe.

Gude Chuan Shenjian was already close, the long sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt, and he slashed obliquely with a clear goal - to cut the remaining hand on the back of the calamity.

The hand was too high and the sword sliced ​​off his skull.

Misfortune raised his hand in an instant, crossed the two katanas, and held the long sword.

Although he was a little weaker, it didn't make him lose his ability to move. His tall body and three arms still had unique advantages.

Calamity's third arm has been raised high, stabbing fiercely downward.

Seeing that he didn't have a second sword in his hand, Furutekawa could only withdraw his sword and take a step back, while resisting the sudden stormy attack of the three swords of disaster.

For a moment, it seemed that he had returned to the scene when he first fought against [Wild Samurai], but the current situation was changed, the disaster was like him at that time, and he was like the wild Samurai who was beaten back then.

Grandma, how can this work?I'm all over it!

Seeing a hundred dissatisfaction, Furute Chuan really looked like the wild samurai back then.

But before he could move, a gust of cold air rushed from the tailbone straight to the forehead.

I saw the ferocious face of Misfortune, and the blood-colored mist boiled all over his body.

Countless sword lights, like cherry blossoms all over the sky, turned into a big net and fell towards Furategawa Kamimi.

"Extreme Intent·Ran Ying!"

"Sakura petals" turned into streams of light, like a torrent falling from the sky, falling with a bang.

The ground of the ancient battlefield kept shaking.

Furutegawa Shinmi, who was shrouded in the middle, suddenly raised his head, and a clear light shone from the depths of his pupils, and the clear light on the long sword instantly turned into flames, burning violently.

The yellow sand on the ground rolled up and collided with the light of the sky.

"Death!" Misfortune's face became more and more ferocious, and the three knives moved so fast that only afterimages remained.

"This is my place!"

The whole body is full of true energy, like Furutegawa Shinmi surrounded by blue flames, with half a mask on his face, he cut off all the light of the sword, and under the ferocious and unbelievable gaze of disaster, he wrapped his hands likewise The long sword of the cyan flame stabbed forward at a speed that was nearly twice as fast as before.

A real sonic boom sounded.

The numb calamity gritted his teeth, subconsciously set up two katanas, and desperately blocked this indomitable and fatal sword.