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

Ghost Killing Squad has an unwritten, default rule.

If there is a student under the name of the trainer who degenerates into a ghost, or colludes with a ghost, then as the teacher who cultivated this ineffective student, he must apologize with a heart-to-heart.

And under normal circumstances, there will be no intervening people in this apology ceremony.

That is to say, the seppuku patients have to keep suffering and be alone until they lose too much blood and die.

This is also the reason why my wife Shanyi is extremely angry now.

Before he drew his sword, the icy aura lingering around him was already stronger than when he cut off Luo Ji's head.

"You... Yue Yue... senior brother... why..." Broken syllables overflowed from his mouth, and standing beside me, I could even hear the "creak" sound of his clenched teeth.

"There are so many reasons, waste is waste." Xin Shangxian sneered, as a matter of course, "The lord has taken a fancy to my talent, and can give me treatment that the old man can't give!"

"...Grandpa still talked about you today," my wife Shanyi's voice gradually became flatter, "He intends to let us inherit..."

"Shut up!" The senior brother Shanyi said, Daoyu Yuyue, the former chief disciple of Narutozu, had a grim expression on his face, and the tiger stripes on his face distorted and deformed with exaggerated facial expressions. It makes me sick to learn to inherit only one type of waste together."

"It doesn't matter what happens to that kind of blind old man." It seemed that he was complacent after gaining strength. This former disciple who was cherished by the "old man" in his mouth and regarded as his family's concern was open-minded and swearing at each other.

"Ha, it's best not to let the wrong person die in pain to relieve my anger. I wasted so long and didn't look at me in the end..."

got windy.

Summer nights are inherently impermanent, and at some point in the sky, dark clouds have overwhelmed the top, and thunderclouds have accumulated.

"Flower," Shanyi, who lowered his head, did not reply, but instead asked, "Can he give it to me?"

"Please, don't make a move." He slowly raised his head.

Those clear golden brown eyes reflected the dark rain clouds in the night sky, where lightning and thunderstorms were brewing.

Storm is coming.

I took a step back.

"Mr. Shanyi," I whispered a word in my ear as we passed each other, "Your sword has already cut through a Shanglu."

——So if you can't do it, it doesn't matter.

When the only "grandfather" who was considered a relative was still alive, he wanted to kill his former senior brother "brother" with his own hands. Even though the two have always hated each other, the huge psychological pressure he is now bearing will also bear the burden Multiple psychological burdens, no one knows.

"Tick-"

The first drops of rain fell.

It hit the boy's blond hair, and then the boy named my wife Zenyi rushed out first.

The crystal water drops were thrown behind him and fell into the soil, except for me who was aware of it, no one knew.

"Wow—"

But in just a few seconds, the torrential rain poured down.

The afterimages of the two brothers who used to be Breath of Thunder were blocked by heavy rain curtains.

Blue-purple lightning struck down, illuminating two similar blades that were striking together.

"boom--!"

Thunderstorm, heavy rain.

"I originally regarded you as my family." These were the last words he said to this senior brother in this battle, "Do you have good or evil in your heart?"

"Of course..." The polluted black lightning swung out from the dark blade of the winding ghost, "Yes!"

"Those who can see the pearl are good, and those who are the opposite are naturally evil!"

"Zhila—"

The feathered weaving that was a gift from the teacher uttered an overwhelmed cry during this confrontation.

--break.

Brilliant golden lightning broke through and surrounded with difficulty, and the cracked feathers were dyed by the continuous gushing blood and washed away by the heavy rain.

And Yue Yue's shoulder that was chopped off by "Thunderbolt Eighth Company" has been regenerated in a short time.

"Are you eating people?" Shanyi put his hand on the knife, this time, it was the ghost hunter who questioned the ghost.

Mr. Kuwashima once said that Huangyue came back three days ago, and today is the fourth day, assuming it took him three days to transform from a human to a ghost...

So how many people did he eat on the last day before he could be promoted as the new leader?

The scope of the duel between the only one type and the one person and one ghost that only the one type can't know began to expand, and I retreated cautiously again.

This breath of thunder civil war has been going on for a long time, so long that the weak layer of the thunder cloud has begun to shine.

The sun should have risen on the second day, but the thunderstorm that lasted overnight did not stop, and the dark clouds showed no tendency to dissipate.

God does not make beauty.

"Did you see, the sky is always on my side!" Yan Yue also found that the sky that should be bright was dark, and he even raised his hands high, laughing wildly, "And you incompetent people who are about to die Not the same! I am destined to reach the top!"

In the barren and empty heart of the newly appointed Shangxian Zhilu, perhaps he never treasured the kindness and love he was given. He dug a hole in the box in his heart, and light and happiness were continuously discarded. Angrily shouted:

"—I am special!"

In terms of the time to become a ghost, Yue Yue is not weak, and it can even be said that he has great potential.

But Shanyi won't give him time to grow up.

The heavy rain and thunderbolt did not cover the ghost's shouts, but they covered the young man's breathing rhythm.

The coward Shanyi is talented, but he lacks the determination to make him let go of his timidity.

The first time was Natian Spider Mountain for Mi Douzi, and the second time is now——

Do your best to protect "Grandpa".

"Thunder Breath."

My wife Shanyi once again made a one-hand gesture.

A condescending disdain appeared in Inaoyu Yuyue's eyes.

The thunderstorm that should have accumulated at the soles of the feet spread to the whole body with the boy's energy accumulation.

"Seven types."

The yellow afterimage tore the rain curtain, and the thunder light illuminated the sky and the ground.

The thunderbolt is missing, and the hills and mountains collapse!

【"Grandpa, I came up with a new breath of thunder based on a breathing method of the same period."

"No, this is different from Liulianbalian, it's a brand new, different type."

"Hehe~"

"At that time, maybe I can fight side by side with my senior brother."

"You ask me what's the name of the new model?"

"My breathing at the same time is called Kagura, God of Fire. I thought about it, and the new seven types are called—"]

It fell into the muddy winding head together with the peach fruit knocked down by the rain, and was engulfed roaringly by the flashing brontosaurus drawing its sword from the phantom.

"—God of Fire and Thunder!"

"Patta." A string of Gouyu fell to the ground and broke into two halves.

The Shangxian ghost who lost his head still kept his arms raised high and slowly turned into ashes, and the heavy rain washed away all the filth without discrimination.

"Shanyi-jun," I caught the young man who fell forward uncontrollably, his face was covered with water marks, and the tiny thunder snakes were still lingering around his wound.

"You can still move, right?" He stuffed the fallen Ghost Killing Squad uniform and a string of Gouyu into his hands, "How many times can you use Thunderbolt Flash and Speed?"

The tired boy understood what I meant, and struggled to stand up in horror, intending to look around, but was firmly held down by me.

"Don't look," feeling the terrifying aura getting closer, I turned him around and gave him a hard push, "Run!"

I couldn't see the blade clearly, I couldn't see the direction of the attack, a huge Juhe cut brought the full moon blade from far to near, and the peach forests on both sides broke neatly at the waist.

"Breath of the Moon · Dark Moon of One Shape · Palace of the Night."

A samurai in a purple snake-pattern kimono approached me leisurely with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

Black hair, long sideburns, ponytail.

Flame markings.

Six eyes.

——One of the top strings, the strongest top string, Black Death Mou.

The pinnacle of sword skills, second only to Wu Mi's regenerative ability, the strength of the flesh/body standing on the ceiling of the ghosts.

It is an existence that I cannot match now.

Whether he was nearby at the beginning, or was attracted by the movement here, or he was acting with Yan Yue in the first place, I have no time to get to the bottom of it.

The youthful appearance of me clearly poked the pain of the man in front of me. His sword strikes were dizzying. It became a full moon blade full of murderous aura.

As a result, the sky that lost the bright moon and the bright sun seemed to be falling down, dark clouds condensed, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and heavy rain curtains blocked the retreat of the four directions. I could only choose to be forced to fight.

Dark clouds, heavy rain, and stretches of lodging peach forests are simply the worst combat environment among disadvantages for me.

Mu Dun's speed can't keep up with his sword's speed, sword skills and martial skills may be comparable, but experience and strength cannot completely compete.

From the first blow to the blade, I knew that I might not be able to consume this dark cloud.

…Then drag it until Shan Yi runs far enough, and pretend to be killed by him.

Beheading or beheading doesn't matter, it's just a pain of death...

I went straight up.

Fear flashed across the sword ghost's eyes, but then anger turned into deeper disgust.

He drew his saber again, and staggered and quickly slashed in my direction.

Five strikes, or six strikes?

Dazzling moon blades surrounded the space where I was.

——Is it Ling Chi?

Great.

Shan Yi has already run far enough, I am the only one left here, it is really good that I faced this move.

It doesn't matter, "Kaomen Hanako"'s body is dead, as long as I firmly believe that "Senju Hana" is still alive, I won't die.

Yan Rong will protect me.

It doesn't hurt at all.

... Maybe take this opportunity to see Santuchuan, Huangquan, and the hell of this world.

Maybe he will be beaten back by the furious Komaji.

— So don't be afraid, me.

I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Water Breathing Eleven Shapes."

I frowned hesitantly.

Santuchuan... Will there still be the voice of the big brother of Paradise Flower?

"Nagi."

……wrong.

I opened my eyes suddenly.

Countless crescent moons were attracted and fell into the quiet and still water surface of the lake. Little ripples scattered from the feet of the young man standing in the center of the lake, and calmness returned immediately.

"A flash of thunderbolt and lightning speed!" A figure who had gone and returned galloped towards me.

"Shanyi?!" The boy who was supposed to go away grabbed me with a knife and ran wildly. The weight of the big naginata is not light, and he is relying on willpower to persist with his little physical strength left.

"I met Mr. Tomioka on the road, and he has been tracking down the whereabouts of this sword ghost before." The young man panted, with a tired face visible to the naked eye, and showed me a comforting smile. "I asked him for help."

"I didn't ask you this." The feeling of the rest of my life was trembling, I took a breath, choked up, loudly, and reprimanded several times: "——Why did you come back!"

"Of course I want to come back!" The boy roared back loudly.

I could even feel the trembling of his hand holding me.

"Leave your teammates to face ghosts alone—" The cowardice has completely disappeared in those golden brown eyes looking at me, "That's not what a swordsman of the ghost killing team should do!"

"I'm the heir of Thunder's Breath!" One of his hands was still wrapped around a broken Gouyu, and the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad that didn't belong to him was wrapped around his shoulders, and the thunder that was brighter than the sky fell into his eyes. eye.

"My wife Shanyi is not a coward!"