Stable Polarized Practice

The man in the old white hospital gown was sitting on the couch, his cheeks were thin and his face was uglier than the pale hospital gown, he smiled to himself with difficulty: "Sorry, my body is always so useless, Coughing after a little work drags you down."

Yiwozuo's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he suddenly came back to his senses - no, the white in front of him was this viscous and murderous ghost hunter!He is fighting the enemy!Should not be distracted!

Yi Wozuo grabbed the sword blade stabbed by the blue-haired boy with one hand, rounded his arm and threw the ghost hunter with the knife, but he still couldn't get rid of the image that made his internal organs feel uncomfortable.

There seemed to be a voice wailing in his mind.

Not really!Dad!You are my only family member!As long as he can cure his father, even if he is whipped to pieces!Even if it is broken by a stick!I can carry it too!I do not care!

...

The white hospital gown was so old that it turned yellow, and the man looked even thinner. When he bowed his waist, he could even see the undulating curvature of the spine through the thin hospital gown. The butterfly bones that should have been beautifully shaped were protruding ferociously. , After leaving the support of the bone, the dry skin sank, looking like a piece of rough and dry skin stretched on the human bone.

Every time the man said a few words, he would cough for a while. Whenever this time, an arm covered with scars would nervously pat him on the back—whose arm was it?It looks a bit similar to my own, but I obviously have tattoos on my arm?

"The wound hurts, Komaji, don't buy medicine for me anymore, you know, my body can't be cured..."

There seemed to be hallucinations in front of him again. Yi Wozuo shook his head, and his vision changed back to blue lightning and hot flames. He gritted his teeth and punched the two ghost hunters who were covering each other and attacking alternately: "Destroy, kill!" Empty style!"

The dense shadows of fists stacked into a dot, every time the fist falls, the opponent will catch it with the same swift sword, Yi Wozao's fist is more forceful, trying to smash it together with the picture that affects his battle in his mind, Koma Who is Zhi?Who is Komaji?He didn't want to hear such a voice!

but……

There was a faint voice crying, screaming, begging without dignity.

Won't give up on you!I will definitely cure you!Dad... how much I want to see you standing under the sun in good health, laughing heartily at me, please don't leave me alone...

...

Rough knots are tied to the beams. This kind of knots tied by weak patients is not strong at all, but it can still support the weight of the thin person who only has a skeleton. He stared blankly. A man in a white hospital gown hangs dangling in the air. The man's head hangs down at an abnormal angle. The thin white strip is like a limp, lifeless white towel hanging on a clothesline. , Yiwozuo felt that white was simply the most dazzling color.

"Destruction and kill type!"

The power contained in the fist erupted suddenly, like a firework bursting in an instant, and the air exploded like an explosive after the extreme compression. Withdrew slightly, the blue-purple electric current wrapped around his body instantly condensed into purple-black, accompanied by the sound of "crackling" electric explosions, the sun wheel knife covered with thunder patterns cut out thick and thick lightning like ink, The two forces collided, and the area was instantly shrouded in dazzling white light, making people unable to open their eyes.

...

"Brother Komaji..."

In the white light, Yiwozuo seemed to hear a familiar female voice, the voice was weak and crying, so familiar that it seemed to knock an ice pick with wisteria flower juice on the tough heart of Shangxian Gui, and the pain was so severe that when it convulsed, it still had a bone-piercing It was so cold that his throat and vocal cords froze into ice cubes, and it was difficult for him to utter a word or a word.

"Brother Komaji... hurry up, let's go on the road together..."

No, he must defeat these two ghost hunters and kill them!

"why?"

Because he wants to be stronger, he must become stronger, stronger than anyone else!

"Why do you have to become stronger?"

Only if it is strong enough, can we get the medicine that can cure the disease, and only if it is strong enough, can we protect——

...to protect whom?

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There seems to be something wrong with this guy.

An Ding looked at the ghost with some confusion. He didn't even have the desire to cut off the neck. He liked the feeling of fighting in blood. He doesn't mind decapitating weaker enemies, and An Ding looks forward to beheading, but that doesn't mean he won't regret it.

When he was fully prepared to cut off that head, and was waiting to wash away the last defeat, the strength of the original strong enemy plummeted due to unknown reasons... This kind of stagnation made An Ding Lian fall to the capital less so. My blood boiled.

The strength of the pink-haired ghost fluctuates violently, and for some reason, it has been ignoring Mr. Purgatory seemingly unintentionally—this made the wounded ghost almost beheaded by Mr. Purgatory's scorching blade several times, it will not kill him but The still serious knife wounds spread all over his body. If it weren't for the ghost's terrifying recovery power, even five or eight limbs wouldn't be enough to cut it... But even so, this pink-haired ghost only pays attention to it. Put it on stable body.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, this would never be allowed to affect the battle. An Ding turned the blade relentlessly, and Wakizawa, who was covered with blue lines, neatly cut off a pale arm with sinner tattoos, and then lowered his center of gravity. Bending down, readjusting breathing, full concentration·Changzhong can provide him with a steady stream of strength, the blue lightning pattern's threat is wrapped with a dazzling current, calmly and slowly inhaling a mouthful of air rich in oxygen:

"Thunder's Breath·One Shape·Thunderbolt Flash!"

The blue-purple electric arc suddenly shortened the distance in the space, and even the air smelled of electric burnt. The dazzling electric sparks flashed in the air, and a straight black burn mark remained on the ground, as if appearing in an instant and then in an instant. The lightning disappeared, and after a moment, there was only a "clang" sound of the blade returning to its sheath, and the place became silent again.

...

Thunderbolt is the simplest, but at the same time the most basic type of breath of thunder. All the types are evolved from the Ichizo type. According to Mr. Kuwashima, if you learn the Ichi type, then the next few Personality will be like getting through a blocked hole, and you will learn quickly in a shorter time.

In the same way, if you have learned the latter forms, then there is no reason why you can't know the simplest and most basic form.

However, the two disciples of Sang Dao Ciwulang, whether it is the senior brother Yan Yue or the second junior Shan Yi, seem to be working against the common sense of learning breathing methods. Yan Yue can learn the other five complex types, but he still can't use them. It's a type of idiot's method, Shanyi used the type of type to perfection, but he couldn't learn other types smoothly... I don't know if it's because of this reason, Kuwashima Jigoro took another type of type that went smoothly from type to level. Disciple of higher education.

That little junior brother with blue hair and a chilly bloody breath.

Ming Zhu's inheritance should belong to him!Naruto's mantle should belong to him too!Is Kuwashima Jigoro blind? !That blue-haired guy killed more people than ghosts, and that guy exuded the smell of blood soaked in blood!How could that guy take over your inheritance!Would you rather choose a murderer than him? !

Yan Yue's back molars were clenched tightly, and the sweet breath could still be sung in his throat. He firmly grasped the wisteria flower sachet in the palm of his left hand, with an air of despair or indignation that he couldn't tell. Holding it in my chest, I can't spit it out.

That guy's eyes are cold, like a piece of pig iron. When he looks at himself, he will feel a sense of fear in his heart. When he is swept by that guy's gaze, he can feel the stabbing pain like a blade. Qualifications, is he not as good as this embryo killer? !

It's over now, everything is over, the money, reputation, admiration, and awe he wanted are all lost after losing his arm.

Come to Taoshan with nothing, and go back to Taoshan with nothing after losing your arm?Can only stay in the mountains with that old man and spend the whole life that should be distinguished?

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"……what?"

Straightened up from the posture of lowering the center of gravity and slightly bending the upper body, An Ding paused in surprise with the hand that was still holding the handle of the knife—it was the feeling of actually cutting off the neck just now, that guy didn't even hide?Was he beheaded just like that?

An Ding turned his head in a daze to look, and the headless body of the ghost was standing quietly behind him. The pink-haired head rolled quietly on the ground a few times, touching the toe of Purgatory Xingshourou's shoe.

Purgatory Kyojuro was also holding the Sun Wheel Knife, and was stunned for a moment—he was about to intercept the fierce counterattack of the upper string ghost after Yamato Shoujuan intercepted it, but in the end, there was a thunder, and even he could dodge the move. Off the head of the winding ghost?

The Shangxian Ghost, who dispatched four pillars and several first-class members to deal with it carefully, was killed so easily?

The two of them looked at each other, but immediately, Purgatory Xingshou Lang's expression suddenly became serious:

"—No, he's not dead!"

……

At this time, the "pillars" starting from different directions also arrived at the battlefield. Tomioka Yoshiyuki jumped down from the tree branch, and the blue water ripples cut out from the depths of the woods silently. After sliding out the middle shovel, light-colored mist diffused from the gaps in the trees. Accompanied by the menacing "fierce" wind, Beiming Yu Xingming stepped on the other end of the chain, and a huge ax reflecting the cold light was attached to the chain. The chains were hurled towards them, and the targets were exactly the same. They were all motionless, standing firmly on the spot. Although their heads had been chopped off, they were headless bodies that had no tendency to turn into ashes at all!

After being beheaded, this winding ghost is still not dead, and granulation is swelling on the neck section, and a new head is about to grow again!