Crimson Blade

The sawdust produced by the shattered paper sliding door flew past his ears. Looking at the murderous blade in front of him, Ling Yuzi stood upside down with the hair on the back of his neck, and his body subconsciously leaned back.

The white broken hair raised from the sideburns broke under the light of the knife, and the petite palms that belonged to girls stood in front of him.

Shrouded in crisis, Ling Yuzi gritted her teeth, and the white mist surrounding her condensed into water in the palm of her hand, and then the water melted layer by layer into hard ice, meeting the coldly shining blade.

"Oh!"

The ice shattered, the palm was cut off, and the impeded blades hit the girl's shoulder unabated one after another, but were barely stopped by the ice made of coagulated blood.

However, Fei Cunren frowned, held the blade with his right hand and gave Ling Yuzi a heavy blow in the abdomen.

In an instant, the figure of the female evil ghost with two horns on its head was forced to fly backwards, and then hit the wall of the corridor heavily.

"vomit!"

Blood with broken internal organs vomited out of his mouth, and Ling Yuzi leaned against the wall a little unsteadily, but looked at Fei Cunren in front of him with horror.

"Tsk, the difference between the strength of the lower string and the upper string is too far, isn't it?"

Casually holding the handle of the knife in his mouth, Himura Ren took out a hair rope out of nowhere, looked at Ling Yuzi with contempt in his eyes, and then tied his long crimson hair in a single ponytail.

Because of the urgency of the situation, Himura Baba wore the black bathrobe loosely on his body, and Reiyuko could even clearly see drops of water dripping from his chest.

How could he comb his hair so casually while fighting!

Teeth were gritted, and Ling Yuzi, who had managed to slow down from the last blow, stood up straight in embarrassment, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes, and said in a tone full of resentment:

"You bastard, are you underestimating me!"

The white mist gradually thickened in this inn, wisps of water vapor silently trying to get into the body of the crimson-haired boy.

The line of sight began to be obstructed, but Himura Ren just loosened his mouth, letting the long knife in his mouth fall freely, and then stretched out his left hand with his hair tied up to hold the handle of the knife and swung a sword flower.

"Oh, I was spotted by you!"

Raising his eyelids slightly, Fei Cunren teased with a corner of his mouth, then tilted his head, with a long knife across his chest, and asked in a provocative tone: "Even if I underestimate you, what can you do? "

what can I do? !

Looking at the young man in front of him who seemed about to attack again, Ling Yuzi showed a sneer and waved his hand, the white mist around Fei Cunren instantly rolled, and the air seemed to be thick as a swamp.

Hahaha, of course good women don't fight with men, let's run away first!Ling Yuzi, who had recovered his body, said with a dry smile in his heart, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he retreated violently, trying to leave the battlefield.

what to say...

Although the strength is not very good, the choice is wise enough.

Seeing Xia Xian who was running away with all his heart, Fei Cunren curled his lips, his long and light breathing became heavier, his calf muscles exploded, and his body broke through the white mist and disappeared on the spot.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and Ling Yuzi, who had only run a few steps, seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously turned his head back, but the person who should have been trapped in the white mist disappeared, leaving only a human-shaped hole.

where is it?

His fingers twitched slightly due to nervousness, and Ling Yuzi's eyeballs rolled wildly, and finally he saw Feicun Ren jumping on top of his head.

Breath of the Sky·Land Shape·Dragon Hammer Flash

A crimson dragon descended from the sky, and its single ponytail was thrown in a huge arc in mid-air. The cold blade slashed down with a deep dragon roar, and Fei Cunren's indifferent gaze became the last of Ling Yuzi's See the scenery.

Am I going to... die?

Black and red ashes fluttered in the air, and Ling Yuzi, who had lost half of his head, looked behind Fei Cunren with his only remaining eye, and then his pupils shrank fiercely.

It was a hand with a mouth and a few words of dream written on the skin.Maybe it was covered by the white mist, so Fei Cunren didn't notice this weird hand, and just focused on beheading Ling Yuzi.

That was a nightmare!

That guy is using me!

His thoughts were cleared up, Ling Yuzi's eyes suddenly realized at that moment, full of unwillingness, turned into red and black ashes and dissipated, but the weird hand was hiding in the white mist that had not completely dissipated, and kept saying, "Go to sleep." 'These two words.

"bass!"

The long knife was sheathed. Although the tip of the nose was still filled with the unique rancid smell of evil spirits, Fei Cunren, who thought that the source had been killed, turned and walked towards the room of volunteers with some relief. At this time, the one that was supposed to be behind him The odd hand has disappeared.

"Well, it's solved!" With a smile on his face, Himura Ren stepped into the room and said to Giyuu.

At this time, Yiyong in the room loosened his hand holding the long knife after seeing Fei Cunren's return, and then blinked blankly, his eyes couldn't help but turned to Fei Cunren's exposed large chest, his lips slightly Moved to say something.

"You..." Clothes...

The roots of his ears were a little red. Just as Yiyong uttered a word, his eyes suddenly turned bright white. His body shook slightly involuntarily, and then fell to the floor.

"Um!?"

Himura, who realized something was wrong, grasped the handle of the knife in an instant, but also couldn't resist the oncoming dream, and his body swayed and fell to the floor.

"Ah, it looks like it worked!"

The room was silent, but Nightmare standing in the middle of the hostel wearing a small black vest had an intoxicated look on his face, and his blue eyes lazily looked at the ordinary people standing in front of him as if he had just woken up.

"Go, as long as you destroy their spiritual core, I will let you all fall into a dream." Two seemingly ordinary hemp ropes appeared in his hand, and Nightmare, whose hair was black and red gradually tilted his head to lure ordinary people.

In fact, right after Yiyong chose to live in this hostel, Nightmare had already controlled the owner of the hostel and his family, and just now he used the white mist of the zero to make everyone fall into a dream except the owner's family.

But because the members of the Ghost Killing Squad are very sensitive to killing intent, in order not to wake up Feicun Ren and Yiyong who were trapped in their dreams, he couldn't get close to kill them and could only let the boss and the boss's wife, who are ordinary people, enter their dreams. Destroy the spiritual core.

The bewitched boss and the proprietress here are gradually approaching with the rope made by Nightmare, while Fei Cunren, who is in a dream on the other side, is frowning and looking at the surrounding environment in confusion.

The autumn breeze simulated by consciousness caressed his cheeks, and Himura Ren, who had grown up in his previous life, was wearing a black swordsman uniform and stood in the middle of the bamboo forest with a wooden knife in his hand.

"Swish!"

Withered and yellow bamboo leaves fell one after another, and Fei Cunren, who felt as if he had forgotten something, flicked the wooden knife irritably, smashing a few fallen bamboo leaves.

"Heh, what are you doing standing there blankly, are you stupid?" A hoarse voice with unique charm sounded.

Fei Cunren, who heard the sound suddenly, trembled in shock, then turned around suddenly and saw a somewhat sloppy middle-aged man.

A head of long black hair that was tied up casually hung on his shoulders as if it hadn't been washed for a long time. He held a jug in his hand and lowered his head to take a sip of the drink. Hiko Seijuro opened his clothes casually, raised his brows and asked in a surprised tone: "What are you doing in such a surprise?"

"teacher?"

Some hesitantly uttered two words, Fei Cunren stared at the familiar scene in a trance, although he still felt that something was wrong, he subconsciously repaired these wrong things with his bewitched mind.

How did I get here?Frowning slightly, Fei Cunren asked himself.

"Why, can't you persuade Jianxin to return?"

A slightly magnetic hoarse voice sounded, he weighed the wooden knife in his hand, Bigu Qingjuro's older but still unique swordsman's temperament turned to Himura Ren, and then pretended to ask casually.

Yes, Jian Xin wanted to go down the mountain to help the reformers, but I didn't stop him.

The conversation with his younger brother full of gunpowder became clear in his mind. Holding the wooden knife in his hand, Himura Baba said with a sad expression:

"No…"

The hand holding the flagon paused slightly, brushed away the sloppy hair on his face with his left hand, Bigu Qingjuro snorted and said angrily:

"That brat, since he is so brave enough to disobey his teacher's orders and go down the mountain, then he should have the guts not to come back!"

"Using a knife to kill a peaceful and prosperous world, such ridiculous words can also be said."

"Hmph, a sword is a lethal weapon, and swordsmanship is a killing technique. Our Feitian Yujianliu is a leader in killing swordsmanship. That kid is out of his mind!"

The angry scolding sound exploded in his ears, and Fei Cunren was stunned, feeling that there was something wrong with these words, but couldn't think of how to refute them.

Swords, obviously shouldn't just be used to kill people...

"wrong!"

Cold sweat began to break out from his temples, and Fei Cunren, who was frowning and thinking about what was wrong, was talking to himself with a splitting headache. He looked at the wooden knife in his left hand, as if something was about to emerge in his mind.

What the hell is going on, I don't seem to be here!

"What's wrong?"

The reprimanded voice resounded through the entire bamboo forest like thunder in summer, Hiko Seijuro walked over with a wooden knife in hand, pointed the tip of the knife at Himura Ren's face and said coldly:

"Even you want to refute what I said, don't you think swordsmanship is not the art of killing?"

Seeing the wooden knife pointing directly at his face, and the dazzling crimson single ponytail swaying in the breeze, Himura Ren breathed out a turbid breath and stepped back a few steps, his left hand holding the knife tightened.

"Whether Jianxin's road can lead to a peaceful and prosperous age, I don't know, but I think what you said may not be correct."

The confused eyes gradually turned into firmness, with the wooden knife across his chest, Fei Cunren looked straight at the teacher who taught him swordsmanship, and the memory that was confused by the fog gradually returned to its place in his mind.

Realizing that this was a blood ghost technique, the young man laughed out loud, his broken hair fluttering in the breeze, and then said with an extremely serious face:

"Although I still want to talk to you, I have to get out of here quickly, so..."

"I'm sorry teacher, if you continue to be so aggressive, I can only defeat you and find a way to leave."