The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The bullet that came out of the gun came out of Qingxiang's consistent experience and intuition, and maybe a little luck.

It’s just that in the short period of time when the bullets are flying, the water and fire tornado under the dazzling light has accumulated enough spin force, obeying the guidance of one water and one flame two-edged sun wheel knife, using the soft and sharp water as the blade, the flames are lingering on it, and the blade Pointing straight at the peach-pink haired ghost.

The cold water droplets and the scorching flames are coming together, which are obviously self-contradictory attributes, but they coexist smoothly under the control of the two pillars, erupting a terrifying energy that one plus one is greater than two.

Yi Wozuo jumped to avoid it, and at the moment he took off, a few bullets went straight into the wrist bone of his left leg, and the instantaneously changed center of gravity disturbed his intended direction, and Yi Wozuo knew when he jumped halfway The distance is not enough to secretly curse.

He originally wanted to jump to a safe roof, but now he landed in the middle of the two because of the jump. As soon as he landed, the raging tornado engulfed him, and there was a muffled sound in his ears.Like being soaked in the sea of ​​knives, Yiwozuo's whole body burst into wounds, and a large amount of blood gushed out to stain the waterspout.

The terrifying force caused the human figure in the water to twist, and the sound of bones breaking continued, followed by the neck. A slight inaudible cut appeared on the side of the neck out of thin air, right between the dark blue tattoos.The cut marks gradually spread to both sides, getting deeper and bigger, until one-fifth of the width was cut open.

These, these guys...

Unable to control his body in the swirling water, Yi Wozuo struggled to open his eyes, the knuckles that had just protruded from the tornado were burnt to ashes by the flames, it seemed that there was no possibility of escape, but at this moment, an extremely clear reprimand sounded in his ears :

"What are you doing, Yiwoza?!"

...that lord!

The few people standing in the air saw the ghost who was imprisoned by the waterspout suddenly rush out of the water with twisted limbs and a half-cracked neck.

"Can't you..."

Purgatory was a bit regretful, suddenly released a powerful breathing method, and needed to concentrate on manipulating it so as not to collide with Tomioka's water breathing, the breathing of both of them was already disordered.

But it was only a short while, he held the blade again: "Come again, Tomioka, can you still hold on?"

"Okay. Your injury is unbearable."

The breathing of the two merged for a while, and Tomioka roughly sensed the pain from the other person.

"So we have to solve it as soon as possible." Purgatory didn't deny it, and raised his voice to ask the No.3 ghost hunter on the battlefield: "Youkang, how are you!"

But there was no response.

Not to mention the response, there is no sign of even shooting to signal safety.

Tomioka stopped almost imperceptibly, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

Although there is a ghost in front of him that needs vigilance, Purgatory still turns his head and quickly scans the roof, and there is no sign of Shiraorange Haori anywhere.

"... Youkang?!"

On the beams and back eaves, Qing Xiang couldn't help wiping physical tears, and his ears became more and more deaf, but fortunately, his eyesight was gradually recovering.

He wiped his eyes indiscriminately, and suddenly noticed the 'quietness' around him - not the quietness of the voice, but the quietness of the environment.

...The battle is at a standstill, isn't Purgatory checking the safety of the people around it?

Although he didn't have the confidence in his heart, he still stretched out a hand from behind the beam indiscriminately: the black sleeve under the white feather sleeve, which is currently only worn by Qing Xiang among the senior management of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

Seeing the iconic sleeve, Purgatory looked back with a lot of peace of mind, but his smile dropped slightly.

The reaction was very late, did something happen to Youkang?

As soon as Purgatory turned around, Tao Hong's figure, which was three times faster than before, quickly approached.

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General Purgatory resisted the impact with the blade, but there was a long rubbing mark on his feet, and his internal organs trembled with severe pain.

But after a while, Yiwozuo's body has recovered to its original state, and the pupils full of ferocious veins are right in front of Purgatory.

"Who are you looking at? The smile has changed!"

"That's ambiguous."

Tomioka swung a blade from the side, and vigorous flowing water rose out of thin air, not only forcing Yi Wozuo back, but also leaving several deep cut marks on his body, his mouth was still flat.

"Stop saying that, you'll be called a pervert by the girl."

"Ah, ah, whatever you want."

Yi Wozuo was not interested in these topics, he changed his focus, waited for the cuts on his body to heal, and stood firm on the ground that was forced back, guessing that the person opposite could no longer hold his breath.

"Since it's a battle with injuries, you should honestly devote yourself to it. Distracting your mind for a while is the act of stepping into the ranks of the weak."

"Umm, sorry."

Purgatory actually apologized honestly.

"Make sure in advance, only the four of you are here, right?"

"The four of us?"

Yi Wozuo frowned in surprise, but did not try to deceive, "Ah, yes. How do you know?"

"Some, um, special sources of intelligence."

"Information source... that woman, not only betrayed but also leaked information?"

"Please don't jump to conclusions and wrong innocent people or ghosts." Purgatory's words are serious, "Wronging others indiscriminately is double harm to yourself and others."

The only thing he didn't reveal was who the source of the information was. In his mind, "Can there be any ghosts that can break away from the ghost king's control?" 'The question was not asked.

"Twittering...do you think you are right?"

Yiwozuo slowly put on a double-crossed posture again.

The brief pause ended here, and he headed straight for Purgatory at a speed that left behind an afterimage.

"Let me tell you! The so-called 'right' in this world is set by the upper class privately. For those upper class people, the only 'right' is to be strong!"

"I don't think so!"

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After the sound waves impacted with great force, it was Purgatory's loud and heavy words that amplified his voice.

"To be strong is to walk with the smiles of others, to help others, and to be willing to shoulder responsibilities even if you are skinny and skinny. This is strength!"

"...Easy to say!!"

Yi Wozuo wanted to smash the disturbed face with a punch, but the punch was blocked by the sun wheel knife inserted from the middle.He grasped the blocking blade with his right hand, seized the control of the Rilun Dao vigorously, then turned the blade into a blade and pierced Tomioka's lower abdomen. Hit directly and fly out.

The connected wooden houses collapsed one after another, and the dust was scattered all over the sky. Purgatory had no time to spit out the blood that was seriously blocked in the throat due to the damaged lungs. He inserted the sun wheel knife into the ruins and jumped out of the original collapse point with his strength. He had just escaped from the ruins The same terrifying force as before smashed into the ruins intact, setting off the same earthquake as before.

"It's because you are worried about that scum! You are always distracted, so I forced you into this situation! You are dragged down by a scum! This is the weak, born to block the footsteps of the strong, crying 'help me' beggars on the street!"

All the bones in his body were shattered to varying degrees, and Purgatory relied on the Quanzhong·breathing method to barely maintain his mobility and avoid punch after punch.

"There is no waste here!"

Yiwozuo's single-line action made Tomioka easily guess his next step. The turbulent spray came from the sky, just like the tide pouring from the sky. Holding on to the smashing, the sound of waves and bones shattering came at the same time.

On both sides of the wave that broke a big hole, there were a person and a ghost rushing up at the same time.

"Then tell me! What is that kid!"

The blows that met the blade of the fist echoed in the empty courtyard one after another.

"Qingxiang Yukang once stood here! Fight with us! He put aside the fear of death and took on the responsibility of being the Yinzhu of the Ghost Killing Team. From that moment on, he is also well-deservedly powerful! He has done a good job !"

"Wishful wishful thinking!"

In the last blow, unexplained irritability and fury spread from his heart and quickly spread throughout his body, including the broken fist, which made Yi Wozuo exert several times the original strength.

Purgatory was short of strength for a while, even though Tomioka saw the situation was wrong and stopped him and used a human shield to offset the huge impact, the momentum of knocking down several buildings one after another still made Purgatory cough up a lot of blood.

The two crouched in the shattered ruins, one coughed out the blood blocked in the trachea, and the other stood up on one knee enduring the crushing pain, and raised the knife again to charge at the ghost.

The shattered waves kept spilling water into the air, and the blue and white water almost covered the sky in the courtyard.The jumping and flowing figure and the ghost bursting out with each blow are surrounded by water waves.

"Listen to me! Wait for you to die! That kid will run so far away that he can no longer see anyone! What responsibility, what obligation? It's just a fancy-sounding piping bag, it's just a nice way to say it!"

Yiwozuo's right arm was full of bulging veins, blood flowed together with rapid strength, his field of vision was almost covered in red, and the fist wind with terrifying strength burst out together with his own meaningless roar.

"The weak are the weak! They are all trash! No responsibility can be taken well, and no agreement can be fulfilled! They are more shameless dirt than a stray dog!"

This roar of pain hidden under the boiling anger, I don't know if it is speaking to others or to himself.

Tomioka dodged most of the fists at the last moment, but was hit by the brushed palm and rushed straight out like the previous Purgatory.

The strength was transmitted between Tomioka's internal organs, all the way to the internal organs and lungs, and the tremor like a lightning strike stopped the heart.

Qing Xiang couldn't sit still anymore.

Most of his eyesight recovered, but he couldn't hear what the mouths were yelling at anyhow. The facial expressions and mouth movements seemed to be very intense, but Qing Xiang's eyesight was not good enough to see the mouth shapes clearly. .

At this time Tomioka stiffly supported his heart and gasped for breath, trying to stand up but fell to the ground several times in embarrassment, as if he had lost his strength for a while.Purgatory stood staggeringly with the support of the sun wheel knife, the blood gushing out of his mouth could not be stopped, but Yi Wozuo went straight towards him.

1 minute until the bullet is poisoned...can't wait!

He turned over and jumped straight from behind the beam he was avoiding, because he was so anxious that he almost fell down on the way, his left arm wiped a bloodstain on the wall, and the breath of flames reached an unprecedented peak, and the violent burst of flames will His speed was brought to the limit, so hot that the moisture of the wind on his face was evaporated.

There is no slow motion of critical moments, and no slow motion of critical moments.

The wind and sand hadn't completely blown away, and the sonic boom caused by the tearing wind of the fist resounded through the courtyard.Only at the last moment, Yi Wozuo suddenly stopped his fist.

The violent fist wind rolled back the boy's forehead hair and the wind sand together.The black-haired boy who appeared out of nowhere under the fist closed his eyes tightly, tilted his head slightly, his eyelids trembled slightly, and felt the fear from the bottom of his heart for the impact that was coming, but his hands were wide open, and he was standing on the side of a force dozens of times stronger than him. In front of the opponent, he presented a posture of a protector who never backed down.