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Fuya-cho.

Swish!

Puff!

Several tentacles that came suddenly were chopped off cleanly by the two of them!

Click!

The tentacles rolled on the ground, struggled twisted for a while, and then turned into ashes unwillingly.

Holding Raiche wrapped in bone blade, Ciichiro covered his mouth and nose, feeling a little lack of oxygen.

The "column blades" held by the pillars are all white bone knives.

In addition to the sound pillars of all generations, they have the "Rail" wrapped in sharp bone edges on the blade.

The pillars holding this bone knife naturally have a force like a "He Dao" - the parts that were cut by the bone knife cannot regenerate.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, even the strength, physique, and speed of human beings are far inferior to that of some ghosts.

But they can still use bone knife to achieve destruction of ghosts by relying on physical exercise and reaction speed that they have reached their peak.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The evil ghost took back his tentacles in pain. He hid in the corner of the broken room in the distance and looked ferocious. He was not as elegant and calm as he had in the illusion just now, but instead looked very dirty and ugly:

"Huh...!! What is this?! It hurts so much!"

He widened his eyes, staring at the broken end of his tentacles with his majestic face, which contained traces of ashes.

Crack...! Crack!!

The evil ghost curled up in the corner of the wall, his withered arms scratching his dry skin, and the dry black blood clumped everywhere on his clothes.

Then, his clear yellow eyes turned and looked at the two pillars of the other room at the end of the corridor through the heavy dust.

Gently opened the mouth covered with fangs and mucus:

“…My friend, this is not fun.”

...

At the end of the corridor.

In the room at the corner.

A faint light leaked from the broken roof, but could only explore a small part of the corridor of the room.

Ciichiro and Yancizi were back against each other, holding the knife in their hands, and cautiously facing the heavy dust around them.

Just now, the two of them tried to jump out of the room and return to the roof from the broken roof in the corridor.

But it failed in the end. The dust here seemed to be part of the blood ghost technique. It was as if it was trapped in mud here, and it was very difficult to move.

In addition, in order to resist the illusion and blood ghost technique, the two of them held their breath for a long time to reduce their oxygen intake. Ciichiro is already a little close to hypoxia at this moment.

“…Um…Ahem!!”

Ciichiro narrowed his eyes slightly, and he clenched Lei Che with both hands, staring at the direction where the faint sound just now came.

At this time!

Bang! Bang bang!! Bang!

Several sharp tentacles instantly protruded from the floor under the two of them! After smashing the floor, they rushed straight towards the two of them!

"!"

Seeing this, Ciichiro's pupils shrank, the adrenaline in his body soared, and his whole body became excited and trembling.

then.

His pupils quickly locked the tentacles that were rushing towards him in the unobservable dust.

He kicked his forefoot suddenly! The Sagitar turned and moved his position, running along the surrounding walls, and at the same time quickly waved the thunder in his hand!

Swish! Swish! Swish!!

Pong!!

Several cold sword lights bloomed in the dust, and the tentacles that rushed forward instantly broke from the middle!

Click!

Click.

Ciichiro landed steadily in the corner of the room, and his Rayce slowly closed her sheath.

Behind him, the calm Iwai saw Yan Ci easily solve the several tentacles he faced, and held the hilt of the naginata again, thinking about the countermeasures.

At this time, Ciichiro's body could not hold on.

“…Huh—!!”

Ciichiro gritted his teeth and sucked a little suddenly. Cold sweat soaked the clothes behind him. His forehead was covered with sweat, and blue veins burst out along his neck.

Clap! Holding the ground with your hands, sweat dripping from your forehead on the dusty floor, which looked very eye-catching.

He breathed anaerobic for too long, coupled with the burst slash that had just happened, he had reached his physical limit!

His neck twitched, and sour water was secreted in his mouth.

His vision is also a little dark.

...

Iwaki, who was holding the naginata tightly, turned his head and frowned at the look of Ciichiro who wanted to retching.

You must quickly return to the sunny place.

He held his breath and waved the naginata in his hand slightly, and then the veins on his arm burst out!

Bang!!

He suddenly bombarded the wall near the street!!

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

He kept rotating and accumulating force to hit the naginata again, and the sharp naginata slashed on one side several times in a row!

“This is very rude…”

A faint sound came into Yan Cijian's ears. Although he wrapped his auricle with a strip of cloth, the evil ghost's voice seemed to have a strong penetrating power.

Yan Cijian ignored the evil ghost's soft murmur. He paid careful attention to the dust that began to surging around him, and the action of bombarding the wall in his hand kept stopping!

Whoosh!

A ferocious flesh whip suddenly sucked towards Yan Cijian!

Finally, at the last moment!

Bang!

Yan Cijian hooked Ciichiro who was leaning over the ground with his feet, and his body suddenly hit the wall that was almost broken!

The wall that was bombarded many times was instantly broken! The two broke through the wall and headed towards the street outside...

"Dang!"

A simple sound of the pipa sounded!

The street that was supposed to meet when the wall was broken suddenly turned into another dim room!

Bang!

What?!

Yan Ci frowned, and he heard the sound of the pipa just now!

Here...there is a second ghost?!

The two fell on the floor, Yan Cijian gritted his teeth, supported his body with the handle of the naginata, and stood up suddenly.

Swish!

The black Raiche passed by Yan Ci and cut off the flesh whip for him.

Bang!

Ciichiro lowered his head and patted Yan Cijian on the shoulder. Yan Cijian turned around in surprise and looked at Ciichiro whose eyes were already a little red.

“…I’m on.”

Ciichiro's hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat. He glanced at Yan Cijian with blurry vision, and then he exerted force with his calf!

He lowered his eyes, jumped out and fell into the room, staring at the other end of the corridor.

He stood on tiptoe and stepped on the floor, recalling the original version of swordsmanship on "My Wife's Family Tree" in his mind, and his body posture gradually coincided.

The oxygen in the lungs is almost exhausted, and the possibility of breaking the room and returning to the sun is now almost zero under the influence of strange blood ghosts.
To be continued...