Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

There is no doubt that this is the skill that Gilgamesh means, and the ferocity in the bones of the two rituals are colliding at this moment.

Looking at that young girl, she completely abandoned all scruples, with a ferocious killing intent on her face.

At this moment, it would be more appropriate to call it a murderer.

Indeed, the 'two ceremonies' at this moment are the real murderers.

Enjoy the process of killing, enjoy the pleasure of killing.

She has been completely broken.

However, Gilgamesh did not give up.

The next moment, the silver blade bloomed between the two of them again.

"Secret Sword, Yan Hui."

Gilgamesh groaned softly, reminding the two rituals to pay attention to the silver curve in front of him.

After that.

"Yan is back!"

Immediately afterwards, three identical silver light clusters moved toward the bodies of the two rituals as if extremely slowly.

However, that slowness is only on the surface.

Even though the three sword lights seemed extremely slow, the hearts of the two rituals reverberated.

Can't dodge, no matter what, you can't dodge this move!

That is the secret sword, the symbol of the sword masters, definitely not something that the ordinary 'killer' like Liang Ri can fight against.

But, just like that, she is not without a chance of winning.

Without hesitation, the girl rushed towards the three silver lights, not caring at all that her body was gradually being torn apart.

And in her hand, the dagger forged by the craftsmen of the Liangyi family also slashed towards Gilgamesh's neck.

The extremely sharp breath echoed with the dagger that was drawn.

"Kill you, kill you!"

The girl roared, and was completely pierced by the three silver lights in Gilgamesh's hand, and the dagger that was drawn was also blocked by Gilgamesh's other hand.

On the body of the two ceremonies, one after another ferocious blood mouths were opening, and she who had just rushed to the path of Yan Hui's sword without hesitation, felt an unforgettable pain at this moment.

On her body, three huge scars seemed to be cut into pieces, and the breath of death gradually enveloped them.

However, Gilgamesh only grasped the dagger she stabbed at.

Although the skin of Gilgamesh's palm was pierced, what gushed out of his wound was deep black mud.

"You are really strong."

The girl named Two Ceremonies couldn't help muttering in a low voice when she saw the fatal wound on her body.

She raised her slender hand and brushed it towards Gilgamesh's face.

The blood-soaked catkin rested on Gilgamesh's face, and the two ceremonies couldn't help smiling slightly as they felt the warmth in it.

"Isn't it enough to die in your hands?"

On her face, there was an immature smile like a child.

"However, it can't be your thing, let you down, right?"

However, Gilgamesh whispered.

"You didn't kill someone."

The man's words were full of solemnity, which made the delicate bodies of the two ceremonies tremble slightly.

"You didn't kill anyone except yourself."

Looking at Gilgamesh's scarlet eyes and feeling his fiery emotions, the two of them couldn't help but smile miserably.

"Well, it's really lucky to meet you."

While saying this, the immature girl finally couldn't support her body anymore, and completely fell into Gilgamesh's arms.

Then, she spoke softly.

"Sleep for a while, just sleep for a while, Jill remember to call me?"

As the fragile voice gradually flowed, the thin body finally lost its voice.

······Ask for flowers··

The blood was splashed on the ground, and the heavy rain was sprinkled in the bamboo forest. At this moment, there was a crisp sound.

That is, the tragic song resounding in the end of the girl.

But, pushing the two ceremonies to the ground casually, and observing the wounds on her body, Gilgamesh smiled grimly.

"This king has said that he will not let you leave my palm."

The black mud gradually rose up, and from the shadow under Gilgamesh, the pure black mud wrapped the two rituals.

Whenever the rain falls on the black mud, white mist rises.

The temperature of the black mud can completely incinerate human beings, right?

However, looking at this scene, Gilgamesh was not worried about the two ceremonies at all. He turned around slightly, not looking at the girl wrapped in black mud.

At this moment, on the other side of the bamboo forest, there was a man in a black windbreaker with an expressionless face, as if he had become one with the rain.

........

Standing quietly at the moment.

He is a Taimi monk named Huangye Zonglian. His solid muscles and his thick body like a city wall make him look quite intimidating.

But to Gilgamesh, it was nothing more than scum.

"You also failed, right?"

He, Araya Soren, said in a low voice.