night.
The moon tilted slightly, the surrounding power was cut off due to successive explosions, and the warm light had been extinguished.
Zhi...zhi...
From time to time, electric sparks burst out from the wires on the top of the leaning telephone pole and fell to the ground.
on the street.
"Pong!"
The two figures collided violently!
Dazzling sparks bloom and rub in the middle!
Shit—shua!
The two swords touched each other, and after a moment of wrestling, they quickly separated.
and jump to other places.
Taking advantage of the rebound, Hei Shimou retreated and landed, lightly touching the ground with his front feet:
Wow——!
【Breath of the Moon·One Type·Dark Moon·Palace of Night】
The orange-yellow moon veil cuts across the dark street, forming a semicircular crescent.
Click!
Tanjuro's pupils quickly observed, and he saw the right moment, suddenly raised the blade in his hand, and blocked with the sword!
"Pong!"
Dazzling sparks spattered where the blade collided with each other, bursting out for a moment, accompanied by a crisp sound.
Hei Shimo, who was attacking, felt a sudden shock from the tiger's mouth, and his arm was involuntarily bounced back by the force of the shock.
He frowned slightly, glanced at the blade in his hand, and then tightened his arm again!
【Breath of the Moon·Two Types·Zhuhua·Nongyue】
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
The two gorgeous crescent moons flew towards Tanjuro in an instant!
"Pong! Dang!"
But what Hei Shimo got was just two simple blooming sparks and the crisp sound of iron striking.
"What…"
He felt the vibration coming from his hand, and through the transparency, he could clearly see the vigorous heartbeat and rapidly filling muscles in Tanjuro's body.
"Why…"
"Humans...why can they catch..."
Black Death Mou was slightly surprised, and he subconsciously looked at the markings on Tanjuro's forehead.
Physical age… over twenty-five years old…
Obviously just now...he looked weak...
what happens?
Even though he has lived for hundreds of years, Hei Shimo has never seen such a strange situation.
The other party's indifferent expression and his attitude of not speaking from the beginning to the end.
A feeling of disgust welled up in his heart, and veins suddenly popped out of his forehead.
As if he didn't believe it, Hei Shimo frowned. He suddenly lifted his feet and spread his legs! Step hard on the ground in front of you!
boom!
boom--!
Huge power poured into the ground instantly! The stressed masonry floor suddenly lifted and shattered like broken glass!
Black Death Mouli rose from the ground, tightened his core, rounded his arms, and transmitted huge force from his arms to the tip of the knife!
[Breath of the Moon·Type of the Land·Lonely Moon in the Everlasting Night·Uninterrupted]
Whoosh—bang!
In an instant, Hei Shimo's arms turned into afterimages, with snake-patterned sleeves attached, slashing back and forth at Tanjuro in front of him like a whip!
The dense wind of swords carried the orange-yellow crescent moon and struck at Tanjuro overwhelmingly!
"Pong! Dang! Dang!"
Brilliant sparks kept flashing in the middle of the dark and power-out streets.
Tanjuro held up the Kakimaru in front of him, constantly adjusting his posture, moving his eyes quickly to identify the direction of the attack, and he could always defend the attack at the right time and counterattack it for a moment.
"when!"
Every flicker of firelight illuminated the surroundings for a moment.
The sound of gold and iron colliding sounded one after another.
The orange-yellow crescent moon continues to disintegrate.
Until the end.
On the street, only two people were left looking at each other.
Click.
Hei Shimo lowered his blade.
Tanjuro looked unscathed, even his clothes were not damaged.
For a moment, he even froze in place for a moment.
The six pupils looked at the knife in his hand in disbelief, and then quickly looked at Tanjuro standing opposite him.
——?
Rarely, Hei Shimo had doubts about his sword skills for a moment.
Creaking…
Black Death Mou held tightly the knife forged from his own bones and flesh with both hands.
The neatly arranged scarlet eyes on the blade were looking in all directions, blinking erratically.
The blade stood up in front of him.
He looked at Tanjuro opposite him with a bewildered look, slowly opened his mouth, and a stream of white steam came out of his mouth:
"call……"
What's going on with this guy...?
The tiger's mouth was slightly numb from the shock. This feeling even reminded him of the swordsmanship training he had done when he was still a human hundreds of years ago.
——Not even a single knife can hit him.
No, it probably couldn't hit his body.
Black Death Mo moved his fingers, and he gripped the handle of the knife again, staring at Tanjuro with his six pupils.
Opposite him.
Kamado Tanjuro stood up straight, holding the handle of the Kakimaru sword with both hands, and the blade, outlined with the pale moonlight in the dark night, was hanging down, facing the ground.
The crimson eyes stared straight at Hei Shimo, which made him feel inexplicably frightened.
"Huh..." Similarly, a wisp of white steam belonging to the high temperature of the breathing method overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The long dark red hair flows automatically without wind, and the muscles move tightly under the wide feather fabric.
When the majestic life force extracted from the ghosts was injected into the human body, Tanjuro felt that his condition was not good at this moment.
The markings on his forehead were red and hot. At this moment, the effect of the markings was truly revealed.
That guy's actions...
visible.
Keep up.
Then you can play it!
Although Hei Shimo's attack was powerful and heavy, it was also extremely fast.
But in the supernormal state with the blessing of transparency and markings, Black Death Mo is nothing more than the Lion Ape Super Plus using Secret Isshin.
Well, that's it.
However, the reaction time after flicking the knife was too short.
As a ghost, Hei Shimo is different from humans. His own rebound can only freeze his blade for a moment.
You have to find opportunities to attack.
Tanjuro's brain was thinking rapidly, and he glanced at the wedge pill that seemed to be smoking in his hand.
Bah…
At this moment, due to the high-speed blow and collision, the originally dark wedge ball was now slightly smokey, and even the middle part of the blade was a little red and hot.
Continuously rebounding high-speed attacks, without any time to rest, the blade is heating up.
Tanjuro slightly loosened his tight wrists, and he was in his field of vision.
The pitch-black posture bar above Hei Shimo's head had already lit up by a third, and was slowly shrinking.
Above the posture bar, two red dots were shining.
——Black Death Mou has two stages.
Tanjuro knew in his heart that this was something that appeared subconsciously after his physical fitness reached the standard, and his mental warning and reaction speed kept up with him.
It is the embodiment of the fighting consciousness engraved into the instinct.
On second thought, he became wary again.
No, it doesn’t have to be stage two.
Maybe like Tanichiro, it looks like there are only two layers, but there are still three stages of darkness.
When he first met Tan Yilang, he didn't suffer much because of the help of the Transparent World.
Things are different now.
Tanjuro looked at Black Death Mou cautiously.
The other party will also understand the world.
Tanjuro vaguely remembered that Heishimou once overcame the weakness of dying if his neck was cut off.
The two parties adjusted the flow of their blood vessels or the rise and fall of their lungs, tentatively, and faced each other for a long time.
…
It seemed that Heidi Mou had no reaction for a long time.
Tanjuro tentatively raised Kakimaru horizontally in front of him, spreading his legs apart to stabilize his body.
His eyes carefully observed Hei Shimo's movements.
Then.
"Click, click, click!"
He moved the knife sideways a few times in the direction of Hei Simo.
Not surprisingly,
Creaking…
In an instant, veins that were furious due to being provoked climbed up the back of Hei Shimo's hand.
…
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