[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

"Thorn-"

The knives hit each other and then separated.

The man in the wisteria-colored haori stepped back a few steps, and said coldly, "Get out of the way, Muichiro."

After all, without waiting for the question to come out, he swung his knife and stepped forward.

I don't know if it is true, but I will only know if I verify it.

Slightly evoked a cold arc, and then the bell rang softly.

The umbrella was put down.The hood was put on in a split second, and then he grabbed the sword from Muichiro's hand.

"Muichiro, back off."

With a clear and crisp voice, only a figure was seen quickly moving away.

The pale blue eyes were stunned for a moment, and then looked at his empty palm.

There is no defense, but it is also a matter of an instant.

"feather!"

"Zhihuo!"

The accident came unexpectedly, and before it could be stopped, the blades were already intertwined.

A tight chin was reflected on the white blade, and the opposite face was also very serious, no, it should be said to be an expression of hatred.

After all, the sun wheel knife in his hand is not his own, and it does not conform to his habit of holding a knife, but it is still possible to barely handle it.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two figures quickly confronted each other.

Butterfly Chanae reacted quickly and stood in front of the lord, frowning at the scene while explaining softly to the lord.

This is a serious and solemn contest, with enough determination.

They can't get their hands in it, and they can't interfere.The galloping figure brought up a puff of dust.

Muichiro was pulled over by Ichiro, two identical faces with the same worried expression.One is a leader like the predecessors they respect, and the other is their dearest and dearest family members.It was too late to react, and I didn't know the reason.

Very beautiful knife skills, no matter which one they are, are pleasing movements, showing their strength.

Wisteria and the others know that his sword skills are obvious to all, but...

Those skilled movements, well-trained reactions...like professionally trained skills, really can't see through——Aizawa Muha.

The expression on that face was complicated, but the movements of his hands were merciless.

The more familiar the face, and the same purple eyes as before.

Aizawa Muha's eyes became complicated, and the knife in his hand tried his best to swing away the coming blade.

"Breath of the Wind·Shape of One——Dust Whirlwind·Slash."

The sudden wind was fierce and threatening.Under the bulging long black hair, you can see the pair of cold purple eyes.

The white blade was raised horizontally, and the corners of the lips parted slightly.

"The breath of the moon, the five-shaped moon soul disaster vortex."

For a moment, the shocked expression swiped the screen.

So what, did they hear wrong?Looking at each other with the people around them, they all had the same shocked expression, which told them that they didn't hear wrong.

With the curved crescent moon, the ghost in the center holds a knife in both hands.

The person in the purple gradient feathers avoided it neatly, and then took the opportunity to swing the next knife.

"Breath of the Wind·Four Shapes—Rising to the Dust Cloud."

Didn't react because he was obsessed with the determination to reduce it?

How could Boss Scraps use breathing method! So, react to me!

"Breath of the Moon·Two Shapes—Pearls and Moonlight!"

The rising luster is full of light, and crescent moons are reflected in it. Under the sun, it is illusory like an illusion.

The breath of the moon, which disappeared together with the breath of the sun, is second only to the existence of the breath of the sun...

It is really a beautiful moonlight, which is not inferior in the sunlight, but complements each other.

The knife in his hand made a heavy-duty sound, and the crisp sound could not be ignored.

This is Muichiro's sword, it cannot be damaged even a little bit.

Her black eyes dimmed, and the corners of her lips were tightly pursed.The purple pupils on the opposite side were still cold and unmoved, only thinking about waving the knife in his hand.

Can't go on like this.The few people on the sidelines were already vigilant, and they were holding the handle of the knife tightly, ready to kill at any time.

It was hard to get the chance to stand beside Muichiro, it was hard to reunite.

"Breath of the Wind · Seven Forms"

A sharp wind suddenly picked up, blowing a strand of black hair.

"Show me clearly! Tachibana Haraha!"

He didn't raise his knife to resist, but sternly said.

The green blade paused, slightly reducing its aura.Those purple eyes slowly faded away, with a shocked expression.

Sure enough, I don't know why, but I am a little angry.The purple eyes gradually cleared up, and he reacted.The corners of his lips parted slightly, wondering what to say.

The black eyes gradually dimmed, and before the person in front of him could fully react, he stopped his movements, and then he stretched out his hand and waved it away.

"Breath of the Moon · Eight Shapes—Moon Dragon Wheel Tail."

With a cold tone, only a quick glow was seen, and then there was a bang, and the two knives collided and flew away, and then plunged into the ground not far away.

"Bloodshot Gu!"

Bloody threads appeared densely, and then controlled the movement of the person in front of him.

The bandage-wrapped ten fingers spread out, and strands of blood spread from between the fingers, smearing a bloodstain.

"Respond! There are so many flaws, don't you!" He clenched his hands tightly and controlled them, his hands trembling a little.

Because of the movement, the fox mask fell down and hung around his neck, and the cloak was lifted by the wind, revealing the original blood-colored eyes.

The purple pupils shrank rapidly, with a look of shock.Even if it has been controlled, the knife is no longer in hand, but there is no time to think about that now.

"feather!"

Muichiro over there made a sound, while Ichiro stopped the other people who wanted to rush over, with an indifferent expression, and the knife was ready to be unsheathed.

His hands trembled a little, and he didn't know if it was from anger or from using the vampire technique in the sun.

Muichiro's voice was full of worry, but he didn't have time to turn around and say "It's okay, don't worry", looking straight into those shocked purple eyes, and then saw the corner of the mouth of the person in front of him slightly open.

"Feather... no feather?"

Aizawa Muha responded softly, the corners of his mouth still pursed.

"Aizawa Mu...Ha..."

The voice was a little stiff and trembling, with a hesitant tone.

"So, are you only reacting now!"

The mouth moved several times, wanting to say something but had lost the ability to speak.

"Stand back, Miniya." Said Immortal Kawa Miniya, who wanted to rush over there and was about to draw his sword, Wisteria Zhihuo lowered his head slightly.

During the fight, the hair tie loosened slightly, and a few strands of black hair slid to the side of the face as he lowered his head, covering the eyes with unclear expressions.

That face lifted up, revealing a complicated smile, bitter, and thankful and happy.

"Great……"

He ran forward without hesitation, regardless of whether the sharp silk thread would scratch himself.

Aizawa Muha's eyes widened, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Before he had time to blame, he was hugged tightly by the rushing person.

The warm embrace is different from Muichiro's and the others, it feels like it can calm people down.The heart that has been floating for a long time seems to have found a home at this time.

Yes, that's great.

"The gods must have heard my prayer..." before sending you to me.

The trembling tone, the restless tone, and the hands that were tightly hugged for fear of losing...

All the same, we've been worrying for too long - we've forgotten how secure it feels.

He raised his head, and before he could react, he was picked up. He was shocked, and before he could exclaim in exclamation, he felt the change in his sight.

"Sorry for the delay of everyone's time." Wisteria Zhihuu put on a skilled smile, picked it up and left while explaining.

"Offended, my lord. Please allow me to occupy a little of everyone's time."

Seeing the man who opened his eyes slightly nodded, Wisteria Zhihuo walked directly to the room behind the lord, and quickly closed the paper door.

The rest of the people stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.The lord evoked a smile slightly and softly comforted the others.