——As a ninja.
If you can do a sneak attack and assassinate, try not to face the knife head on.
Face to face with a sword is something only a samurai can do.
Tanjuro has always followed this code and never failed when dealing with miscellaneous soldiers and even elite monsters.
He even killed the White Snake God, a giant snake that crisscrossed the valley.
Tanjuro just now, as usual, tried to use the transparent world to hide his aura, and stabbed him directly from behind.
But it's obvious that Xia Xian Zhi 2 has long since broken away from the category of miscellaneous soldiers in the Sekiro world.
Rooftop.
"Pooh!"
Pei Lang spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Uh-huh!
Taking advantage of the moment when Tanjuro's sword was stuck by the blood ghost technique, Pei Lang quickly jumped two steps sideways and landed on the other side of the rooftop with his coat wrapped around him.
"You bastard!"
Veins popped up on Pei Lang's forehead. He touched the wound on his neck and cursed angrily at Tanjuro who was swinging the knife in the distance:
"Where did it come from?! Don't get in my way!"
His target is only Purgatory Makijuro!
hateful!
Kamado Tanjuro drooped his eyelids slightly, he raised the knife in his hand, and the dark matter on the knife had completely dissipated.
To be honest, this was his second real battle with a ghost.
The feeling just now...
Tanjuro looked at Pei Lang's neck, the thick substance formed by the shadow, and the eyes in it were flowing.
Vampire magic.
It was like cutting into a different dimension without actually touching his neck.
Just for a moment, Tanjuro was thinking.
Two streets away.
"boom--!!"
The fire that shot into the sky immediately kicked up smoke, and the dark smoke drifted away with the sound of the explosion.
Another explosion.
"What...?!" Purgatory Xingjulang quickly turned his head, his pupils shrank, and he looked at the place where the explosion occurred. The ghost was clearly here!
Seeing Anjuro whose attention was attracted by the sound, Tanjuro quickly reminded him:
"...It's a ticking time bomb."
Tanjuro said to Anjuro. When the first bomb exploded, he faintly heard the beating of the hour hand.
Kamado Tanjuro turned around and raised the blade, the smooth blade reflecting him:
"I'm afraid there are bombs like this all over Tokyo now."
"Quick victory."
Creaking…
Rarely, Purgatory Anjuro didn't reply. He just turned his head, veins popped up on his forehead, and his face suddenly darkened.
Pei Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly raised his cloak. The cloak formed a large shadow in the moonlight. He looked at Tanjuro:
"That's right!"
Then, his scarlet pupils looked at Purgatory Anjuro, whose face was gradually turning gloomy. He grinned and provocatively said:
"There are bombs like this all over Tokyo..."
"so…"
"How many people will die because of you?"
Pei Lang slowly retracted his open arms and snorted coldly, even though he was still smiling:
"Demon Slayer Squad?"
"What...are you protecting?"
As Pei Lang himself said.
His purpose is revenge.
Instead of killing his enemies.
He wants to make that purgatory feel the pain bit by bit, from beliefs, companions, family...
Let him witness everything happening in front of him.
Finally, enjoy the sight of his body being tortured by himself!
tread.
"Mr. Kamado." Purgatory Anjuro gritted his teeth. He stood in front of Tanjuro, blocking him faintly, and said in a solemn tone:
"Leave this to me first!"
"I'll leave it to Mr. Kamado to tell the other team members the information and find the bomb!"
Purgatory Anjuro's voice was shouted very loudly, as if he was afraid that he would not be heard.
And in fact.
"Gah! Karma!"
In the sky, the crows were circling. After hearing Xingshou Lang's shout, they flapped their wings and flew away.
Rooftop.
Pei Lang looked at the two people talking loudly, his ears twitched slightly, and then he raised his arms, letting the military uniform form a shadow on the inner lining:
"...?" He clicked his tongue, as if being ignored made him unhappy.
moment.
The cloak is in the inner shadow.
Click! Click!
Several gun barrels poked out from the dark shadows, and the dark muzzles were immediately pointed at Anjuro and Tanjuro in front of Peilang:
"Don't try to escape!"
boom!
Bang bang bang bang! !
With the first gunfire.
Every gun barrel began to glow with flames, and in an instant, dense bullets were fired towards the two of them!
shadow? The barrel of the gun poked out of the shadows!
Tanjuro observed Peilang's vampire technique, and at the same time, he also paid attention to his surroundings.
Whoosh——
Looking at the bullets fired from the barrel of the gun, Tanjuro slowly inserted the Nichirin sword into the scabbard.
At the same time, the other hand suddenly pulled out the wedge pill.
Clang!
Tanjuro held Kakimaru in front of him and held the sword in one hand.
"Hiss——!" He inhaled the air suddenly, compressing a large amount of oxygen in his body!
The remaining quarter of the "revival" power in the body begins to be consumed at an accelerated rate!
Stop a bullet.
I'm familiar with this.
Spotting a bullet flying in front of him, Tanjuro sent the sideways Kakimaru in that direction!
"when!"
Dazzling sparks suddenly appeared on Kakimaru's sword!
The bullets fired were bounced away instantly!
"Deal with him."
Tanjuro blocked a few bullets for Anjuro. He pulled Anjuro, and the two quickly hid behind a bunker on the rooftop, whispering.
But the ghost's hearing is much stronger. Pei Lang held the pistol in both hands and kept pulling the trigger together with the firearm in the shadow:
"Deal with me?" Pei Lang sneered:
"You can swing the knife if you want, but you can't cut my neck!"
"It's impossible for a knife to defeat a gun!"
The jets of flames continued to shoot in the direction of the two men's bunkers.
next moment.
Uh-huh!
Purgatory Anjuro held the blade and rushed out from the side of the bunker!
Pei Lang's attack target immediately focused on Xingjulang - after all, that was the target of his revenge.
[Breath of Flame·Four Type·Whirlpool of Prosperous Flame]!
Fierce flames wrapped around Anjurou's body as he swung the Nichirin Sword. He barely defended himself against the bullets, but scars would inevitably appear on his body.
The moment the fire moved away from Tanjuro.
Whoosh——
Kamado Tanjuro's figure quickly rushed out from behind the bunker. He held the wedge ball tightly in his hand, and the blade kept bouncing away stray bullets!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
With Anjuro as a cover, Tanjuro rushed in front of Pei Lang almost effortlessly.
When he rushed in front of Pei Lang, Kakimaru had already sheathed it again, and what he held in his hand became the black Nichirin sword.
Pei Lang looked at Tanjuro who was standing in front of him. He smiled ferociously, and the circle around his neck had long turned into a dark and sticky shadow.
"you're right."
Tanjuro said, holding the Nichirin Sword tightly, raising his right arm, and making a horizontal slash towards Pei Lang's neck:
"Sometimes, a gun is much better than a knife."
"ah?"
Pei Langxia curled his lips, he didn't understand what Tanjuro was talking about.
Until—he saw Tanjuro raise his right arm in a slashing motion.
In his left hand, he was holding the sniper rifle that he had just discarded!
Pei Lang leaned back slightly, his pupils shrank, and the trigger in his hand slowed down.
next moment.
boom!
Tanjuro, who was already angry, put the barrel of the gun directly between Pei Lang's eyebrows and pulled the trigger hard!
As a burst of yellow and white things flew out, Pei Lang temporarily lost his brain and fell into a trance for a moment.
The blood ghost technique produced by the black shadow on his neck also disappeared instantly!
"hiss--!!"
[Breath of the Sun·Shape of One·Wound Dance]!
The Sun Blade held in his right hand was instantly wrapped with dazzling sunfire, like erupting magma!
boom!
Slash Pei Lang hard on the neck!
Pfft——!
As the red light cuts through the night in a complete and powerful arc!
Pei Lang's head with a shocked expression flew high into the sky.
A quarter of the "resurrection" power in Tanjuro's body had just reached its bottom.
…
…
far away.
The purple-black figure who was sprinting suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He raised his head and looked in one direction.
