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Infinite city.
Warm light fills the entire space, and countless Japanese-style architectural houses are slowly moving alternately.
A cold and low voice echoed in the space.
"...Hei Shimo...what happened...?"
Wu Kuan was sitting on a wooden chair on a platform, with his head lowered and his elbows resting on his knees.
There was rare sweat in the tightly clenched hands, and the pale skin looked extremely abrupt at the moment.
Anxiety and impatience made him restless.
Nearly four or five hours had passed since he discovered the figure of the man and asked Hei Shimo to go to Tokyo!
As one of the top strings that drew the most blood from him, Wu Ke could clearly feel the huge emotional fluctuations coming from Hei Shimo just now.
It had been hundreds of years since he had felt such great emotional fluctuations from Hei Shimo.
The last time, the other party claimed to have seen Yuan Yishi who was old and still alive.
"Did you meet him... met him...?"
"Really...is that guy...?!"
Wu Mei lowered his head, his scarlet pupils were constricted and trembling violently, his expression was hidden in the shadows, his hands and fingers were slightly crossed and he was leaning against his mouth.
If you look carefully, you will find that Wu Mei's fingertips are shaking unnaturally at this moment.
Wuxian knew in his heart that even Hei Shimo had met that guy.
——I’m afraid it won’t be able to withstand a single blow.
This is well founded.
One day three hundred years ago, Wuhan saw with his own eyes the black dead Mou, with only a little skin left on his neck, coming back in embarrassment.
However, Hei Shimo is also the most powerful ghost besides himself.
This was one of the reasons why Wu Kai asked him to go.
"…monster."
As if he remembered something, Wu Mei's face turned ugly and he frowned.
Snap.
He stood up suddenly, his chest heaving rapidly, and reached out to pull the tie around his neck.
After struggling for a while, Wu Ke made a decision that required courage.
He slowly opened his eyes wide, the pupil lines like the blooming flowers of the other side trembled slightly, and the whites of his eyes were slowly covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes:
——He connected with Hei Shimo's vision.
Slowly open your eyes.
What came into view was the dark street and the arms of Hei Shimo that could be seen in the corner of the field of vision.
rustle…
Just as Wu Kuan was thinking hard, he was about to take a closer look at his surroundings.
In the corner of the first-person view, a dazzling light suddenly began to burst out.
Wu Ke almost subconsciously looked in the direction of the light.
His expression became stunned.
Then panic set in.
The next moment.
[Breath of the Sun·Twenty-two Types]
[Fire Dance]!
The dazzling firelight instantly occupied most of his field of vision, and Wu Kai's pupils shrank suddenly. He could barely see Hei Shimo trying to resist by extending his palm forward.
And the one spurting out flames, cutting the arm horizontally, evaporating and splashing blood!
The sharp blade headed straight for the neck!
The dazzling sun was far away, but it was still as real as a substance, making Wu Mei's body feel the slightest pain like needles!
"…ho!!"
"!!" Wu Mei opened his eyes suddenly, a suffocating feeling pinched his heart, and subconsciously cut off the connection to his vision.
He breathed heavily and stretched out his hand to touch his neck, repeatedly confirming that he had not been beheaded.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Panicked sweat dripped from his forehead, Wu Kuan bent down, opened his mouth wide, and saliva dripped down his teeth.
Although the scene he just saw was short-lived, it had a huge impact on Wu Mei and contained a lot of information.
It was like a heavy hammer hitting him hard.
Creaking…
His face was hidden in the shadows, and his plum-red pupils and eye sockets were trembling violently.
The pupils shrank tightly to a point, and the cells in his body instinctively wanted to divide and tremble.
In the infinite city.
Wu Mei's figure stood there lonely, his tightly clenched hands shaking uncontrollably.
At this moment, in Wuhan's heart.
Most of the people are dead, and there is no way they can come back.
He no longer paid attention to Hei Shimo's life and death, but put his hands against his temples to calm his inner emotions.
Naruto, who was sitting on the high platform, bent slightly, and the huge blood pressure emanated from Wuhan.
Naru put her hands on the pipa in her arms, barely able to bear the substantial weight and sit up.
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, landing on the spot where the blood had just dried up.
She stretched out her sleeves, her hands trembling, and skillfully wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth.
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on the street.
Snap.
Hei Shimo's figure jumped back quickly, and he landed near the ruins of the building, with most of his clothes in tatters.
"Huh...ahem...ho..."
Black Death Mou covered his right arm, his eyes fixed on Tanjuro, observing the ups and downs of the other's lungs through the transparent world that was always open.
"The Breath of the Sun..."
He was stunned and murmured unconsciously.
The pupils that were as smooth as mirrors reflected the heat of the sun wrapped in Tanjuro's blade.
Excellent combat awareness.
Very skillful attack.
He caught his own flaws keenly and accurately.
Sunbreath's sword skills are used very freely, and he can injure himself to such an extent with just his own strength.
Although he had felt it before, but now that he felt the familiar burning sensation hitting his body, Hei Shimo still couldn't help but feel weird.
Hei Shimo's right arm, which only had two fingers left, was shaking as he touched the huge wound that was dug out from the collarbone.
The wound did not heal immediately.
"That... guy..."
He felt the injuries on his body, his breathing became rapid, and the anxiety welling up from his heart made his face distorted.
"Why…!"
So much like you!
boom!
He slammed the handle of the knife on the ground, gritted his teeth, and exposed his sharp teeth.
Hei Shimo raised his head, frowning and staring fiercely ahead with his six eyes.
When he first met Tanjuro, Heishimou could tell at a glance that he was an extremely weak guy, but his appearance was similar to Enichi's.
but now…
Black Death Mou recalled Tanjuro's subtle movements just now.
The other party even changed the most suitable Rihu Sword Skill in the few moments when he adjusted his lungs to breathe.
In his time, there were no swordsmen who could learn and use the Breath of the Sun...
They could only settle for the next best thing and derive other breathing methods based on Sun Breathing.
——All other breathing methods are a poor imitation of the breathing of the sun...
So is his moon breath...
That's all.
"Pfft...cough..."
Blood spilled from the corner of Hei Shimo's mouth, and his strong and constantly fluctuating emotions had made him unable to feel his own injuries.
He stared at Kamado Tanjuro's wary gaze, clenching his teeth as he watched the other man slowly walking towards him with his sword raised.
only you…
Yuanyi…
Only you are special...
His vision suddenly became blurry, and Tanjuro's figure slowly rearranged his posture in his vision, gradually overlapping with the vivid person in his memory.
Hei Shimou was stunned for a moment, and he was in a daze.
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