Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Yiwozuo is not easy to play.

After he broke through the limit because of his strong desire to survive, the decapitation by the sun wheel sword had no effect on him.

Like the King of Ghosts, the only weak point of this top three is Sunshine.

But it was still four hours before dawn.

I silently covered my left shoulder that was kicked by the 'Destruction Kill·Foot Style·Streaming Group Light', and let out a long breath.

Inherited from Mr. Hashirama's powerful self-healing ability, the breathing method was enhanced, and the injury was effectively stopped.

I silently calculated in my heart:

There are currently four people on my side, including me.

A me who wears a shell as a shield, and takes off the shell as a time-limited berserker.

The original main output of the two who lost their ability to move before dawn—Zhi will definitely not heal his wounds obediently, and he knows without guessing that he has found the best position to attack, Purgatory Anjurou and Immortal Kawa Miniya who are ready to attack.

A dark animal priest who didn't consume too much energy - the lack of physical skills, must have failed to stop the two wounded. I also knew that the butterfly who was preparing the poison on the spot couldn't bear it.

Speaking of using poison... I couldn't help showing a toothache.

If you really want to let Miss Butterfly go, even if this ghost has no relevant memories, don't step on this minefield where everyone you love dies from poison.

Isn't there still me here? If you really want to work hard, the loser must not be me.

It's just... I have a headache thinking about my promise to Tomona-san.

If you can't burn your vitality, you can still fight normally, if there is really no other way...

Well, Mr. Tomagama can't see it now anyway.

It wasn't until I stood in front of everyone that I truly understood Mr. Purgatory's determination to protect everyone, even if I wasn't among them.

Is this a lightweight replica of Infinity Train?

I groaned in my heart, jumped up on the spot, and kicked sideways with the strength of my half-body rotation——

Successfully fought back Yiwozuo's aggressive "destroying and killing empty style".

The two sides tentatively went back and forth, and I gradually got used to the long-lost body.

Although my height has not changed, I always feel that I have grown up, and the bones of my adult body are tougher and more stable.

...Naturally, it is also more durable.

Cross your hands, firmly block the impacting straight punch, turn sideways, break——

"Crack." The Dou Qi ghost didn't even frown, he relied on this arm to restrain my movements, and the other hand with the "Destructive Killing Chaos Style" was already in front of him!

There is no fracture, it should be a bone fracture. I underestimated the opponent's endurance and let go decisively. At the moment the opponent's other fist flew from the bottom to the top, I leaned back and kicked up with my toes!

The expected kick was empty, and I used this inertia to complete somersaults. The moment my shaking sight stabilized, the fighting spirit ghost had disappeared from my vision.

But now who fights with eyes!

From bottom to top, he kicked backwards without looking back, aiming and kicking that pink head murderously.

Dodge, then kick!

——When the transparent world is a decoration?

Once the confrontation broke up again, I restrained my fighting spirit, maintained a state of mind without sadness, joy, or anger, and maintained a transparent world. In front of him, a twelve-petal snowflake formed at the foot of the ghost in an offensive posture.

See through the world and destroy and kill Luo Zhen, see through and see through, Qianshou's physical strength meets the infinite regeneration of ghosts.

Is it an evenly matched opponent, or a tender faith battle?

--neither.

When there is a tie, the advantage is on my side.

Rather, as long as it lasts until dawn, it will be my victory.

Different from the chattering during the Infinity Train period last time, Yiwozuo this time is even more reckless in his shots. All attacks come from instinctive muscle memory and show no mercy.

If it weren't for the struggling and chaotic breath from Lin Feng at the beginning, I couldn't even believe that this cold and unscrupulous ghost was shaking.

This is one of the reasons why I didn't use rock fusion.

Perhaps even the ghost himself does not know that his completely forgotten and abandoned "human nature" is calling for help in a subtle way.

It is possible to exchange ideas in the exchange of ideas, which is due to the fact that I had a language barrier for a long time at the beginning, and I could only rely on the martial arts sparring in the martial arts field to feel a person's persistence and mood.

But this ghost...everything I exported was returned without any movement, while he himself was unscrupulously swaying his cognition.

Reason tells me the ghost doesn't know anything about it, but emotion says fuck you, ahem, I don't care.

In short, when asking for help, you must have an attitude of asking for help!

Look at what the hell this ghost insists on——

'The strong survive, the weak perish', and 'You, too, become ghosts! ', what else is 'people will be injured and die, but they are not as good as ghosts', and 'it's better to kill you before you wither', and...

"It's a pity that I didn't kill Xing Julang who insisted on defending the weak that day."

In the beginning, the more sincerely I wanted to communicate, now the more I fight, the more angry I become.

I am also human.

Bleeding, hurting, and the first person to grow up from being protected and helpless.

At the beginning, the tears shed when I sincerely chased the movie version of the Infinite Train, countless fellow fans wailed and cried and swallowed the bitterness of the blade-how can it be written off so easily!

The fluctuating mood made the maintained transparent world gradually unstable. The ghost on the opposite side who seemed to be full of interest saw the opportunity, and his excellent jumping ability made him firmly cover the moon above his head. From the sky, his cruel announcement came:

"Destruction, Fragmentation, Ten Thousand Leaf Flashing Willow!"

The instinct to avoid danger prompted me to jump higher, and the wind of my fist hit the air, passed by my side, and hit the empty ground.

The momentum caused the ground to shatter like leaf patterns, the broken soil shot up into the sky, and the smoke and dust filled the air and obscured the sight.

After exiting the transparent world, I was locked by the falling ghost. In the blurred air, mechanically cold eyes flashed at me in the air.

Sorry.

I apologize lightly to that 'humanity' that doesn't exist yet.

You may be shaken by something, and confused by something.

But—I'm really, really angry right now.

Not everything can be denied.

The philosophy Mr. Purgatory adheres to and protects, the silent support friendship between people, the strong and the weak, cannot be denied by you with a single word!

Give me an apology to the countless people who died in your hands one after another!

I let myself be ruled by anger.

First of all, we must firmly and decisively block the respiratory system and circulatory system, and reset the heartbeat and breathing to zero.

It is like manipulating a precise machine, the flow of blood, the contraction of alveoli, the relaxation of capillaries...

All obey my control.

Then, starting from the source, everything is attuned to the first person I met when I came to this world.

When I was Hanako, attunement made me a human; when I was Hanako, attunement turned me into him.

The furnace heart poured with hot blood began to beat at a high load, and I showed a crazy and provocative smile to the Yiwozuo who was hidden somewhere.

Don't you think it's a pity that Purgatory wasn't killed?

Now turn me into him, come and try - kill me!

The hot flame rising from the heart, obviously without fuel input, is still raging like a forest fire, unstoppable.

In the air, the forest girl changed her breath at some point, and a hot breath exhaled from her nostrils.

Even the air was tinged with scorching heat.

"This is!?" Immortal Chuan, who fell on the tree and pressed his knife, was surprised, "Another purgatory?"

Not far from the other side, the blade of the flame had already been unsheathed, and Purgatory Xingjurou, who breathed in exactly the same way, did not reply. As a user of the Breath of Flame, he was very clear about the next development.

Familiar gestures——

"Breath of Flame, Profound Truth!"

Orange-red flames gushed out from the angry girl's whole body, erupting and leaping, wrapping her layer by layer as the center, the life breath of the forest turned into invisible stars, and the surrounding white mist was also ignited, as the most extravagant The fuel is put into the furnace core of high-load work.

The flames condensed into a perfect circle, and began to heat up until——

The orange red transformed into a more dazzling white, like the scorching sun hanging in the sky at noon.

——When enough flames burn and gather, a new sun has risen.

"The shape of Nine!"

My voice seemed to travel through time and space, and it coincided with the voice of Yan Zhu, who was standing alone at the front with his mortal body:

"—Purgatory!"

The fireball exploded to both sides, like stretched white wings, and the girl rushed out from the middle, bringing out a long strip of light in the dark night.

"Mr. Purgatory, how do you feel now?" Die Ninja, who was the least injured, suddenly said.

She didn't turn her head, nor did she wait for a reply.

"..."

"At this time, give up the great advantage and use your own breath instead, you see—"

"She's mad at you."

Butterfly couldn't bear to think of the moment of pleasure when she was led by the girl to kill the enemy with her own hands, and remembered the thanks she didn't send, and sighed softly:

"... who doesn't like her, right?"

The only thing that was quiet was Lin Feng's whistling, and a flame that was rarely seen in this life rose and burned in those silent orange-red pupils.

So, does that girl know what she is doing... what it means?

The girl who burns extravagant fuel is faster than ever before.

At the moment before Yiwozuo's "Destructive Kill·Destroyer Style" was still charging, he was kicked hard in the chin at the moment that Luo Zhen hadn't captured.

The sound of the mandible breaking exploded, and an unexpected force lifted him into the air.

At this very moment, there was another afterimage of the fire, the knee hit the spine on the back side, and the crisp and dull cracking sound matched, and the red-haired ghost was kicked into the sky.

The girl loved by the flames flew into the air, followed by punches from the air that could not be defended.

Just ask, at this speed, how many punches can a person throw in one second?

This question is doomed to have no answer. The only ghost who faced this move directly had already been occupied by thousands of fists in his dazzled field of vision.

It is a veritable "thousand hands".

The whistling sound of the space being split was continuously heard in the air, and the fist wrapped in flames fell down firmly, and Yiwozuo felt a faint pain of being burned by the sun.

The escape route was blocked, and the blood ghost technique of charging was frequently interrupted, so she could only be led up by her.

In that uninterrupted attack, the strong grudge that belonged to the girl against him was completely conveyed for the first time by the 'compass needle' that broke up again and again.

Anger, sadness, and... hope?

A huge sense of absurdity grows in Yiwozuo's heart. Alone, facing the ghost who can't share the sky...sadness, and hope?

The dull sound of bodies colliding and the sound of bone twisting gradually slowed down. In this confrontation, both of them reached the highest point of ascension.

For a short period of less than a second in the air, the keen fighting spirit seized this opportunity, flipped abruptly, stepped into the air, and the crystal clear and beautiful blood ghost technique like snowflakes loomed under his feet: "Spell..."

A fist as heavy as a thousand pounds mercilessly hit his face in the middle, the sound of cheekbones smashing and eardrum bursting sounded at the same time, and the girl who appeared in the sky faster than him closed her fist expressionlessly, leaning against It was purely physical strength, stepping on the compressed air to lift up again, somersault, tucking knees and turning——

In the ghost's constricted pupils, he hit his head hard!

The fireball with enhanced rotation speed has absolute momentum, pulling the irresistible gravity, making him fall at an irresistible speed.

The light exploding in the dark night...the fireworks in the faint memory...

The vindictive ghost still had a cruel smile on his mouth, looked at the sun falling towards him, and punched the air again, trying to shatter the emerging image.

unnecessary!This kind of weak memory that is only powerless when I think about it in retrospect, there is no need for it!

- To become stronger, to become stronger.

All along, in order to be stronger, it doesn't matter if you can't see the sun, and it doesn't matter if you ignore the calls that keep coming from your ears.

Even with the blood of the weak on your hands,

All, nothing, so-called!

...But this time, cracks appeared in the determination to become stronger that had been rooted for hundreds of years.

In the barren heart, what is blowing in from the gap?

It's ridiculous.

Leaning back at the fallen ghost, he sneered, released his strength at the end of accumulating strength, and let another fist hit his head.

Looking at the shattered head that was persistently regenerating, and those blood-stained eyeballs that were not covered by flesh and blood, I still didn't say a word.

For ghosts at this time, any words are useless.

Yiwozuo... When he was still a human being, when he was unwilling to give in, and when he was growing stronger and wanted to protect something, he lost his loving father, master, lover, and home time and time again.

So... it doesn't matter if you become a ghost.

Become the self you once hated, cover your ears, close your eyes, forget everything, and fall into the abyss.

Then hit!

Break his hands covering his ears, break his bones covering his eyes, and let him listen and see by himself——

A flash of determination flashed in the girl's eyes, she desperately compressed the fuel and stuffed it into her beating heart.

Flame couldn't even catch up with her speed, and could only follow closely behind her, like wings. From a distance, it looked like a nirvana phoenix flying out of the sun, swooping down on its prey.

While whistling and falling, the hidden blood obeyed the girl's inner desire, those rare black eyes slowly turned red, and a hook jade slowly spun.

Before the girl knew it, a picture rushed into Yiwozuo's mind.

The black long straight male with forehead protector clasped his hands together, and the wooden figure, taller than the mountain, crashed to the ground with a roar.

At the same time, the black man holding a scythe and round fan with a big smile and his blue fighting spirit condensed into a proud tengu warrior. In the middle of his forehead, a crimson flame burned forever.

Behind them, the villages hidden in the forest—or towns, have grown from nothing, from barrenness to prosperity, under the eager expectation of the two patron saints who are forming corners.

One has a majestic life, the ability to move mountains and seas, and surpass everything else, but it will stay forever because of the peace of a village and the expectations of countless weak people.

The other is to boast that "this world is so small that there are so few places to open up and expand, and it is barely enough for me to toss by myself", but still worry about that small and fragile world until death.

This is the power that girls have always dreamed of—

"Where the leaves are flying, the fire will burn, and the shadow of the fire will illuminate the village, and the leaves will take root again."

It's guarding.

The strong are guarding the weak, and the weak gradually become stronger, and then guard the weaker, and this cycle goes on and on, endlessly.

The never-before-seen scenery left Yi Wozuo no time to search for the source of the picture. At the moment when his heart was shaking, the man holding the fan seemed to feel it, and looked in his direction——

Those eyes, which are more red than a girl's, and the three straight hooked jade rotating lines, accurately locked on an illusory place in the sky.

"Who?!"

In the next second, the picture was unstable and shattered overwhelmed.

The hot water droplets shattered upwards, imprinted with intense flames, and the leaves of the forest close at hand, stained with fireworks, were reflected in the girl's eyes, the lonely black jade was spinning rapidly, and a new jade was born along with it .

Since the fierce battle, Yiwozuo has finally received the opponent's silent, unabated expectations even though he was burning with anger:

You bastard, it's time to wake up, right?

Remember!What on earth are you——why do you keep getting stronger!

The flames ignited the flying leaves, and the leaves were swept up into the sky by the turbulent flow, and the raging air currents tore the burning branches and leaves apart and burst open.

Like sparks all over the sky, summer fireworks.

Ahh... what a familiar scene...

The barrier covering the ears was violently smashed, and the girl, who was so violent that even her skull was about to be lifted off, told him forcefully:

Go back and see!go listen!

Chaotic thoughts once again filled his mind, and the whispered bewitchment belonging to the ghost king disappeared with each forceful blow.

Finally, a second before he fell to the ground, a slender and familiar hand surrounded him from behind.

Obviously unable to turn back, this ghost who has clearly forgotten everything, has a girl in his mind.

The color of the kimono is the color of his hair, and the hairpin on his hair collects the crystal snowflakes. The summer fireworks are in full bloom. The gentle and beautiful girl smiles shyly, but she can't stop crying, calling him:

"Brother Komaji... Husband..."

"Boom—" The sound of explosion and falling sounded at the same time.

"--Welcome back."