[Ghost Slayer: Blade] No Miserable Online Mutual Fight

There were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes, probably due to excessive blood loss.Even though he had no strength, he still held the handle of the broken knife tightly, as if it had grown in his hand.

The purple haori was stained red with blood, and those eyes, like a sea of ​​wisteria flowers, gradually lost focus...

"Zhihuo!"

The familiar voice awakened a little bit of sanity, but he opened his mouth slightly but choked out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The purple figure that lost its support fell backwards, then was wrapped in a piece of red, and was carried back.

"Zhihuo, Zhihuo!" That face was filled with anxiety and worry, and what caught my eye was a fluttering flame.

As if wrapped in flames, the lit flames slightly reflected the sky, as if it had dawned.

"Xing Shoulang... is it dawn..."

It was an inaudible sound, but the purgatory Xingjurou who was close at hand could still hear it clearly.

The sky is dark, as if there is no end to the darkness.

Purgatory Xingshou Lang smiled as usual, and slightly hugged the person in his arms. Those lavender eyes had begun to slacken, but he was still trying to raise his head and look towards the sky.

"Ah, it's almost dawn, Zhihuo, hold on for a while!"

A faint smile bloomed on the blood-stained face, in the eyes of Purgatory Xingshourou, it was so vivid and dazzling.

"Xing Shoulang, you must persevere..." Persevere, until dawn, otherwise, all of this will be meaningless...

"Zhihuo..." Purgatory Xingshoulang called anxiously: "You can't sleep, you have to persevere!"

Although slightly avoiding the fatal injury, it is still a little close to the dangerous part, and if it goes on like this...

He raised his golden eyes and looked at the ghost on the opposite side. It seemed that a hot flame was burning inside, as if it was going to burn everything up.

The purple eyes were slightly raised without focusing, and the sound of breathing had begun to weaken.

"Wind three!"

A voice full of anger and cruelty sounded, and other expressions appeared on the face that was always optimistic.

Angry, angry, determined to cut off the neck of the ghost in front of him!I've never been so angry before, that anger seemed to burn my internal organs like a real flame.

"Xing Shoulang, don't worry about him. Although he is a strong man, he is too indecisive. This kind of person will not become a real strong man." Yi Wozuo smiled flamboyantly, with eyes eager to fight: "Come on Come on Xingjulang, forget about those weaklings, come and have a real competition with me!"

"You are not allowed to say that!" Purgatory Xingshoulang opened his eyes wide, with an angry expression on his face: "Zhihuo! He is a real strong man! Unlike you, he is just a coward hiding in the dark!"

Protecting others and protecting the weak is the real strong.Those who have no strength but do not help others, or even hurt others, are the real cowards and weak people.

Purgatory Xingshoulang lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, then carefully placed it on the ground aside, signaled the children over there to come and take care of it, and then took the knife.

"I won't let you escape! Evil ghost! A person who can't even live in the sun is not worthy of being called a strong man!" Flames radiated from his body, but what was even brighter was that pair of eyes that shone brightly in the dark night. The radiant pupils were astonishingly bright.

"Breath of Flame—Fifth Type, Flame Tiger!"

"Destruction and Kill Luo Needle!"

The powerful forces collided together to bring out the scorching air, which hit the face.

Tanjiro took control of the wound for Wisteria while looking worriedly at Purgatory Kyojuro in battle, with a worried and anxious expression.

It's too strong, it's worthy of being the first string three.Although Mr. Purgatory is also very strong, he has already fought Xia Xian before this, and he was at a disadvantage from the beginning.The same goes for Senior Wisteria, with such a serious wound, you can't go to the Butterfly House as soon as possible.

Why, why not be stronger, in such a crisis situation, I can't help at all.

Tanjiro clenched his fist tightly and bit his lower lip.

The sky, shrouded in a huge black curtain, and the dots of starlight make hope look more ethereal...

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No...you must catch up.

As time went by, the anxiety grew stronger.Even if the speed was increased, it was too fast to hear other voices, and the viscous uneasiness still surrounded him.

Pfft!Pfft!

The heartbeat was fast and rapid, and the breathing gradually became jerky, which was extremely difficult.

It would be nice if it was faster.It would be nice if we went together at the beginning.Obviously I had this feeling a long time ago, why can't I have a good negotiation with Zhihuo.

Sudden powerlessness, like being swallowed by thick water and darkness, no light, no hope.

I just don't want to lose anything anymore, already, I don't want to leave anymore.

Is it because I am unknown, always bringing disasters.If, if I didn't come back, Zhihuo would be fine, if... "Ahem..."

Before he knew it, he bit his lip, blood poured into his throat, and then he choked.

Aizawa Muha gripped the umbrella handle tightly and stopped.The messy mind calmed down slightly, and then turned rapidly.

What to do, how to do it can be redeemed, and the sacrifice will be reduced to the minimum.

He bit his index finger tightly, then looked at the bloody hand he had bitten, and thought for a while.

But in an instant, the hand recovered, and the skin was pale and smooth again.

That's the only way...

Slightly smiled, then parted her lips slightly: "Mi... please."

Under the faint night light, that red eye seemed to be emitting a dazzling light, and it was as bright red as if it was about to bleed.

A dry wisteria fell down, slowly, swirling down, and then, in an instant, the entire wisteria flower sea lost its color...

"Tanjirou! Take Zhihuu and stay away! Don't move, the wound will open!" Purgatory Kyojuro said loudly.

Tanjirou, who was about to step forward with the sword in hand, was stunned, and then he gripped the handle tightly.

The wind has gradually fallen, and the number of wounds has gradually increased, but he can't get in his hands, and he can't help. He can only watch the blood on the figure's body getting more and more, and the breathing of the people around him is getting weaker and weaker.

"Use all your strength and concentrate on dealing with me!!" Yi Wozuo punched hard.

"Don't worry about the weak, Anjurou!!!"

"Cough~haha, ho...cough..." His eyes were already blurred. Although he avoided the attack coming towards his eyes, the excessive blood loss and exhaustion made his eyes black in bursts.

However, he cannot fall down, behind him, there are still people to protect...

The blood-stained purple figure in his sight seemed to remind him all the time: Xing Shoulang, keep going...

Keep going, don't...fall down.