Horror: A Comics Character Every Week

Quan Xinyi blinked, feeling a little embarrassed.Going back to see the teacher's answer.

"Xinichi, you can handle everything if you can handle it." Nozomi Makawa replied in the car.

Quan Xinyi's strength has improved rapidly, and he was able to kill Fei Ying, an E-level demon, in seconds.

Although it was caused by Hiei's carelessness, it can also prove that Shinichi's strength is strong enough.

There seems to be something weird about this disciple, learning all kinds of tricks is very easy.

But the strange thing is that only the right hand is very smooth and skillful when using various boxing techniques, but the rest of the body can't keep up, which seems to be a hindrance.

So Ma Chuanxi planned to meet some small opponents, so he sharpened his skills for his disciples.

"Okay." Quan Xinyi felt the breathing, heartbeat and pace of the two people opposite him, and felt that there was no threat, so he simply agreed.

"Then, it's accepted." He bowed slightly to the two people opposite him.

At this moment, the two martial artists from Zhaoyangmen rushed forward silently and punched him in the head.

There is faint energy stirring on the fist, which is the unique internal energy of martial arts in this world.

This is like a sneak attack, but the two martial artists can even block the way and force people to fight each other. A sneak attack or something, as long as they win, it's nothing.

Before Quan Xinyi had time to react, his right hand stabbed forward like lightning.

The five fingers of the right hand are close together, like a blade, flashing across the chest of the first person in front of him like lightning, and poking at the shoulder of the second person.

The huge explosive power of the parasitic beast, combined with the internal movement of fighting spirit, is completely beyond the ability of these two ordinary people to resist.

Before they could stop their forward momentum, they were hit hard by a huge force, and they were thrown backwards.

Bang, bang.

With two muffled bangs, the front of the two of them was covered in blood, and they passed out.

Only then did Quan Xinyi straighten up, as if trying to figure out what had just happened.

"Huh? Where's the person?" He seemed to hear two muffled noises just now, and then he didn't know anything.

There was no one in sight.

In a blink of an eye, there were two unconscious human bodies lying on the ground.

Under Quan Xinyi's doubts, he quickly understood that it was Xiaoyou who took the initiative to solve it.

Without a word, he stepped forward to remove the tree trunk, and the convoy continued to move forward, ignoring the two people who fell on the ground.

What he didn't expect was that in the next journey, every few kilometers, new fighters would come to challenge him.

Some of these warriors are not bad, at least they can repel the ghosts.

Some are purely stinky fish and stinky shrimp, who dare to block cars only when they touch their chests with big stones.

At the beginning, Quan Xinyi took the initiative to solve the problem, and then Gao Chenghai was also driven out to pick up the guests.

The two continued to fight against various warriors, relying on the powerful increase of grudge and defense, they actually passed the level all the way and pierced through dozens of warriors.

When they were about to arrive in Zhaonan City, finally, the convoy encountered a hard stubble.

An old man in black with long hair and a black eye patch, holding a black long sword and wearing a black robe, stood quietly in the middle of the road, watching the slowly approaching convoy.

As before, the driving disciples of Shengji are already familiar with this routine.

There are many martial arts masters on this road who also blocked the way to ask for advice. Some of them were defeated and fled in a coma, and some of them knelt down and begged to join the door because they had seen the power of the Nandou Saint Fist.

Among these martial artists, Magawa Xi chose some guys with normal character and fairly good strength foundation to be included in the family.

Along the way, it also led to the team's team getting bigger and bigger.

At the beginning, there were only a dozen people in the convoy, but now it has expanded to more than 30 people when they reached Zhaonan City.

Magawa Nozomi didn't care either.

He is very clear that in this chaotic and dangerous world, only strength and influence are the fundamental confidence to protect himself and his friends and family.

So he didn't have any worries about the expansion of the power of the Holy Gate.

I won't worry about expanding too fast, because he now has such strength and confidence to support.

The government and the official countermeasure room also often express the hope that he can take more responsibility for fighting against the strange invasion of monsters.

Nozomi Makawa readily agreed.

sunset.

The old man in black robe stood in the middle of the road, calmly watching the approaching Shengjimen team.

He gently took off the black sword in his hand, pulled out the blade, threw away the scabbard, and clenched it tightly with both hands.

"The ignorant god Merry, Mibu Haruba. I'm here to ask for advice."

Bang!

In an instant, with the old man as the center, a circle of invisible air suddenly exploded around.

The airflow is circular, blowing away the surrounding dust and sand.

Quan Xinyi got out of the car again with a serious expression on his face.

The swordsman on the opposite side is obviously not at the same level as the previous martial arts master.

Facing the other party, even though he was tens of meters away, he still felt a stinging pain from the tip of a knife like a skin being cut.

"Xinyi, wait a minute."

Nozomi Makawa opened her eyes from the back row, stopped fighting qi and practiced.

"You can't handle it this time. I'll do it myself."

When he heard Wumingshen Merry, he already felt a little surprised.Then he felt the burst of breath from that person in the middle of the opposite road.

That kind of berserk, powerful inner energy that ravages everything, thick as a long river, has far surpassed Quan Xinyi and Gao Chenghai in terms of momentum alone, and is probably a little weaker than the vampire king Arna in the area where they fought before. .

"Only the momentum, it has already reached the C level, it is not something you can handle."

Nozomi Makawa didn't expect to meet such a strong opponent by accident on the way.

He opened the door and got out of the car.

Its burly two-meter height and armor-like muscles cannot be concealed even by a wide white robe.

"Wumingshen Merry...is a familiar and nostalgic name." Nozomi Makawa has heard of this name before.

In the anime he had seen in his previous life, Ghost Eye Knife had left a deep impression on him.

"What's your relationship with Mibu Kyosaburo?" Nozomi Makawa asked loudly.

The pupils of the old swordsman on the opposite side shrank slightly when he heard this.

Not only because of Makawa Nozomi's overly burly body, but also because of the familiar name that blurted out from the opponent's mouth.

"How did you know the name of your ancestor?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"I heard it a long time ago." Nozomi Makawa fell into nostalgia, "Wu Ming Shen Feng Liu was one of the famous top swordsmanship in the world at that time. I didn't expect that there is still a inheritance now."

"Since your Excellency knows, you should also understand the danger of the sword technique I master." The old man Mibu Haruha said in a low voice.

"That's right. In terms of swordsmanship alone, Wumingshen Fengliu is undoubtedly the top swordsmanship."

Nozomi opened her arms.

"But it's people who really use swordsmanship."

He stared at the old man opposite.

"The Red King who once created this sword technique is undoubtedly a respectable senior. As a respect for this sword technique, I allow you to make the first move."

He raised one hand, fingers spread.

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"...so arrogant..." Haruha Mibu lowered her body, clenched the hilt of her sword more and more with both hands.

"watch out!"

He rushed forward suddenly, and with a huge airflow, he slashed at Makawa Nozomi fiercely with his sword.

From top to bottom, right to left.A sword slashed obliquely.

The strange thing is that the airflow stirred up by the blade not only did not hinder the friction, but greatly promoted and assisted the blade's slashing.

Mibu Haruha's eyes were sharp, seeing that Makawa Nozomi didn't even take any defensive action in front of her, she felt even more angry.

'My Wumingshen Fengliu's swordsmanship is a powerful swordsmanship that can form various attacks with the help of airflow.With my decades of painstaking internal energy cultivation base, coupled with the sharpness of the famous sword Yatori, supplemented by the airflow blessing of kamikaze swordsmanship to accelerate!

Since you are so careless, let me teach you a lesson you will never forget! ! '

The thoughts in his heart became more and more firm, and the blade in his hand became even more powerful.

The blade cut through the airflow and turned into a silver ray, which landed on Nozomi Makawa's palm like lightning.

when!

It's just that the sharpness of the blade didn't do any good. It cut on the skin of the palm like gold and iron.

With a click, the sword's edge was held by Nozomi Makawa with one hand.

"It's too weak. Show me the mysterious meaning of the gods, and let me see that you still have a bit of the demeanor of the old Red King."

"Arrogance!!" Mibu Haruha's face was furious, the energy in his body exploded, and he abruptly pulled out the blade from Makawa Nozomi.Leap back to distance yourself.

He pressed his fingers on the side of the blade closest to the hilt, and a little red light quickly lit up.

The surrounding air suddenly swirled rapidly, forming a whirlwind whizzing around him.

A large amount of airflow swept up the dust, condensed a large white mist, and shrouded Mibu Haruba.

"Wuming Shen Merry.... Killing Sword!!"

In an instant, Mibu Haruha's figure melted into the white mist, turned into wind, and passed by Makawa Nozomi.

Swish!

The mist slowly dissipated.

Nozomi Makawa lowered her head in astonishment, looking at her chest.

scoff!

The clothes there split open, revealing a sharp and slender sword mark.

Slash horizontally with a sword from left to right.

The clothes were completely torn apart, exposing the muscular skin as strong as metal underneath.

There was even a white mark on the skin.

He stretched out his hand to touch the white mark, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"This is a good move. But people are too weak!"

As soon as the voice fell, he turned over and grabbed it with one hand.

Nan Dou Sheng Fist's grudge coiled around him, turning into a swimming dragon to wrap his arms.

With a bang of thunder, Nozomi Makawa's grabbed arm even hit the sound barrier in mid-air, breaking through the speed of sound.Bring out a white python-like white gas.

Bang! !

Haruha Mibu hadn't had time to catch her breath before she released a move to kill the secret, when she suddenly felt an explosion from behind.

Under conditioned reflex, he jumped to dodge quickly by manipulating the airflow swordsmanship.

The arm brushed past his side and clawed hard into the ground.

boom! !

Suddenly, a large hole with a diameter of more than one meter and a depth of more than half a meter was blasted on the road surface of the asphalt road.

The gravel and dust were quickly blown away by the wind. Nozomi Makawa stood on the edge of the hole, retracted her right hand, and turned to look at him.

"Is there only one trick of the murderous sword?"

Mibu Haruba's complexion changed slightly.

He was indeed hit, and with his current cultivation base, he was barely able to use the trick of killing sword.He simply doesn't have enough talent and cultivation to use up the rest of the profound meanings that follow.