"That breath..."
Hei Shimo stood with one foot on the top of the bustling Tokyo Tower, and the night wind from high above blew up his purple snake-patterned feathers.
The high ponytail is slightly flowing.
He looked down at the brightly lit and bustling Tokyo.
At this moment, all six of his pupils were looking at the location where the explosion had just occurred.
Although he was still far away, he did feel the hot and familiar scent.
"The Breath of the Sun..."
Talking to himself.
In his mind, he subconsciously recalled the memory of Yuanyi.
That extremely vivid face slowly turned back in memory and smiled at himself.
Snap.
Hei Shimo stood on the top of the tower. He stretched out a hand, his face was ashen, and he covered his mouth with a very unnatural expression.
There was a slight spasm in the neck.
Disgusting…
next moment.
Uh-huh!
Hei Shimo's figure disappeared at the top of the tower.
…
…
Rooftop.
"Huh..." Tanjuro flicked the blade, and the dark ash on it immediately dispersed, and then put the Nichirin sword into its sheath.
A quarter of the "resurrection" power has been used up.
This kind of careful calculation is quite difficult.
in front of him.
"...No...impossible...!" Half of Pei Lang's face was still on the ground, his pupils were trembling violently, and the bullet hole in his forehead had not recovered.
As the burn marks climbed up his neck, his mood became more and more agitated:
"Despicable guy!"
"Me! I haven't had my revenge yet...I haven't killed that guy yet!"
"How could it be! How could I die like this!?"
Tread, step.
"Mr. Kamado! Did you succeed?"
Purgatory Anjuro was wearing a white haori. The clothes on his body were somewhat torn, and many of them were scratched by the bullets that had just been fired.
Just now, they had a slight exchange of tactics.
Anjuro thought that the other party was obsessed with killing him, so he took the initiative to attract firepower, and Tanjuro harvested the head.
After seeing clearly the decapitated Pei Lang on the ground, Purgatory Xingjulang's tense nerves slowly relaxed a little.
——As expected, it is reassuring!
What an incredible swordsman!
Anjuro stared at Tanjuro's back, his eyes fell on the wedge ball around Tanjuro's waist, and he nodded slightly.
In this case, the Twelve Ghost Moons have been defeated!
Pei Lang was slowly turning into ashes and disappearing. His black sclera trembled. His pupils looked at Xing Julang who was close to him, and he suddenly became emotional:
"You bastard!!"
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Purgatory Xingjulang stood there. He looked down at Pei Lang, whose body had turned into ashes and disappeared, leaving only half of his head. He shouted loudly:
"You got the wrong person!"
Under the thick black eyebrows, the orange-red eyes are firm:
"I don't know you!"
"...ho?!"
Upon hearing this, Pei Lang, who was trembling crazily, suddenly froze in place, making a meaningless hoarse sound in his throat. His pupils moved and he stared at Xingshou Lang:
"?"
"What…"
But it was too late for Pei Lang to say anything, as the burn marks had spread to the tip of his nose.
Finally, half of his head trembled crazily and his self-questioning eyes completely dissipated.
Purgatory Xingjulang was opening his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but seeing Pei Lang completely disappearing, he sighed:
"Unfortunately, he seems to have mistaken me for his father."
Looking at the ashes remaining on the ground, Purgatory Anjuro raised his head, glanced at Tanjuro next to him, and said quickly:
"Mr. Kamado, it's not over yet!"
"Hurry up and defuse the remaining bombs!"
"Let's go!"
Anjuro looked at Tanjuro with an extremely firm look. His injuries at the moment were not serious, most of them were just scratches.
Tanjuro stood there with his head lowered, waiting until Pei Lang disappeared completely.
Wow——
A red-pink breath slowly rose from the ashes.
Then the whole thing crashed directly into Tanjuro's chest.
coming!
Within the body, two gray rebirth powers quickly lit up.
——The vitality of Xia Xian Zhi II directly filled an entire resurrection!
"Hiss-huh..."
Kamado Tanjuro subconsciously straightened his back and took a deep breath. The feeling of renewed physical strength made him feel a numbness from his spine to his brain.
After gaining the confidence to revive, his tense nerves relaxed a lot.
He nodded and looked at Xingshourou:
"Um."
at this time.
Creaking…
A crisp sound of paper being scratched came from the ashes of Pei Lang.
Tanjuro glanced subconsciously, and then suddenly froze on the spot.
——Under the moonlight at night, a faint fluorescent light slowly rose from the ground.
Wrapped in it is a small white paper figure floating in the air and slowly standing up.
This is…!
Paper figures, from the world of Sekiro!
Tanjuro looked back at Anjuro who had already jumped down from the rooftop, and then looked at the paper man floating in front of him again.
He held out his hand.
Snapped!
After grabbing the paper man and stuffing it into his clothes, Tanjuro turned and followed Anjuro.
…
…
on the street.
Da da da!
boom!
A girl with pink-to-green hair was running on the street. She suddenly pulled out a bomb with a timer from the rubble and shouted:
"Here's one!"
"Gah!" The crow flew down on the ruins nearby. He flapped his wings and shouted, "Do what I just told you! Dismantle it quickly!"
"Okay...Okay!" Kanroji Mitsuri was immediately in a hurry. She had never seen this object called a bomb before:
"let me see…"
As she works to defuse the bomb.
"Ganlu Temple!"
Purgatory Anjuro's voice came from the other side. Kanroji Mitsuri subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice:
"Teacher...Mr. Purgatory!"
Purgatory Anjuro and Tanjuro were running towards this side from the other end of the street.
Very good! Neither of them looked injured at all!
Kanroji Mitsuri showed an expression of surprise, and her nervousness was swept away:
"That ghost..."
Her words hadn't quite left her mouth yet.
A burst of sound that was so strong that it shook the eardrums came quickly.
Whoosh————
Uh-huh!
The expected impact did not occur.
The figure that broke through the air and rushed towards him turned into an afterimage in mid-air.
Under the clear pale moonlight.
Snap.
The figure appeared directly in the middle of the street, standing sideways.
The clothes on his body moved forward with the inertia, and even though he used his superb skills to relieve the force, the wind and waves that carried him stirred up a layer of dust.
When the smoke and dust rising in one direction slowly drifted away, a tall and tall purple figure standing side by side appeared in the field of view of Ganlu Temple.
Yuori has a purple-black snake pattern and six captivating golden eyes.
Swordsman...is it a swordsman?
Kanroji Mitsuri was stunned in place. She squinted her eyes and tried to see clearly the figure standing in the dust.
The figure didn't seem to care about her at all. He just glanced at her and then turned his head to look at the other end of the street.
He looked at the positions of Anjuro and Tanjuro.
