Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

The two different colors on the blood-stained dress were intertwined. Yi Ji had to squeeze the sword on the ground to stabilize her figure. The miserable appearance was even more embarrassing than when she was fighting with Yakumo Zi.

Closing the left eye that was gradually stained with blood, Yi Ji looked at the fallen shadow on the cracked ground ahead with a slightly tired right eye.

The kid's graffiti-like cloak was torn, and the sneaky mask was half destroyed. I really don't know the use of this guy in the end keeping these meaningless things.

It is as strong as Yi Ji, I have seen it a long time ago. The cloak and mask are just props for hiding their identity, and they don't have any special power.

But...no matter how strong it is, it is still a man on earth.

"Although the way of fighting is exactly the same as that of the monster, that amazingly powerful is not something a monster can possess. It is really a mistake not to be able to ask your name—"

Yihime stepped on her tired footsteps, dragging the sword of Chiyan closer to Takeya a little bit: "Feel the glory, the people on the earth can actually hurt us who are noble gods with such a humble body, even this glory It can be a good talk in hell after death... Forget it, can't you hear it anymore?"

Even with respect, it is not Yi Ji's habit to be merciful under her hand. She raised the sword and fell, and she did not intend to give the other party any chance of breathing.

boom--!

Yi Ji slashed with a sword, and the broken ground was once again covered by endless smoke, but at this moment, her left eye that had been closed suddenly opened. As a swordsman, her instinct told her that the blow was just now. It's definitely empty.

"Secret Sword--" A ghostly light sounded in his ears.

"Behind...?!" After a moment of astonishment, Yi Ji turned around with a sword, and while dispelling the smoke and dust, she also burned everything in her vision with flames, but the hot sea of ​​flames did not catch anyone.

Suffered!

Even if she had never thought that she would miss, Yi Ji must still admit that this impossible "miracle" had indeed appeared in front of her.

It was an indescribable sense of disobedience, like a dislocated comic strip, Yi Ji couldn't understand how to do the same breath in two places at the same time, that is no longer the word "fast" It can be explained.

Just like now, she can clearly feel that at this moment, this moment, behind her, there are three swords falling at the same time.

"Yan Fan!"

Yi Ji was hit completely unsuspecting behind by the powerful three swords, and the blood-stained body glimpsed from the corner of her eyes, not the spear she had been on guard, but the sword in her hand.

Was the spooky gun at the beginning a feint?The despicable earthly man actually intended to fool me from the very beginning, but...it was beautiful.

Yihime's body slowly fell forward, her mouth pursed unconsciously, and she seemed to show a relieved expression, but in the next second, her closed eyes opened again, suddenly bursting out more than ever before. To be appalling light.

"Don't underestimate the gods, bastards! The mere people on the ground!!!"

The body, which should have been unable to continue fighting, seemed to recover in an instant. No, it should be said that it became stronger. A violent spiritual power envelops Yi Ji. It is not only to protect her armor, but also to fight. arms.

The flame sword that swept everything was swung from top to bottom, and in Yi Ji's eyes, Wu Ye performed a deja vu once again.

is coming--!

Yi Ji slammed a sword in the air, Wu also lost her sight again, but she never let up, the gods' bonus and her amazing fighting talent made her adapt to this incomprehensible phenomenon in a very short time.

The sword that was swung did not immediately retract, but followed the trajectory of the force and turned back behind him.

Since the eyes and perception can no longer rely on, let intuition guide the body!

It was obviously empty behind, but when Yi Ji's sword turned around, Wu Ye's figure appeared strangely. The space did not change, and the atmosphere did not burst, as if he should have appeared there.

Although she didn't understand how the other party did it, Yi Ji couldn't take care of that much at this moment. When Wu Ye's figure was captured, her unsmiling face showed triumphant wildness.

"caught you!"

Wu, who hit the opponent's sword by himself, was even more surprised. Yi Ji's intimidating fighting talent was unmatched by the people Wu Ye had seen except Reimu.

It's just a pity--

"what?!"

Yi Ji's eyes widened, her face was unbelievable, and the sword that must kill was swept away again.

Takeya's figure is like a broken picture, when Yi Ji's sword cut across this space, he once again appeared in his original position.

The unpretentious long sword was once again divided into three, and a non-fatal wound appeared on the left shoulder and right shoulder at the same time.

This guy……

This time Yi Ji couldn't stand up anymore, and the endless doubts accompanied by the deep humiliation plunged her eyes into darkness.

thump--

After Yi Ji, Wu Ye finally couldn't force herself anymore. His feet softly fell to the ground and panted. The feeling of escaping from the dead is quite uncomfortable. After the mental tension fades, the physical pain feels like The returning tide almost submerged General Wu.

Won?Is this a win?You should be considered a winner, right?

Laughing is neither not smiling nor not, Wu doesn’t know what his mood is now, and relying on the uniqueness of this "monster power" in his body, he used to pretend to be dead and sullen Yi Ji, no matter what, win If you win, you win.

From the last time I fought Yuka, I was vaguely aware of it, and now Wu can be sure that Sakiya's ability to manipulate time has been "learned" by him at some point.

Although it couldn't be compared with Sakiya's freely maneuvering tactics, Wu could only gamble on this ability with his reckless aura at the moment of life and death.

In spite of this, judging from the situation just now, the time he stopped manipulating was only a short moment at most, which was exactly the time he took to swing the three swords.

If it weren't for Yi Ji to be careless by pretending to be dead, even if he had the ability to manipulate time, he would inevitably be sent to hell by the other party.

Moreover, Wu also felt for the first time the "price" that accompanies this power.

No matter how much Wu looks like a monster before, he is still a human being after all. No matter how he consumes his monster power when fighting, the exhaustion brought by most is psychological. Physically, he has never been like Yakumo Zi or Remilia. Generally weak because of lack of demon power.

But this time, the manipulation of time gave Wu Ye an unspeakable feeling, not physically or psychologically, but a...special perception.

It was as if there was an abyss-like black hole in his heart that was constantly devouring himself using this power.

In a daze, some unpleasant fragments flashed in Wu Ye's mind. He shook his head abruptly, dragging his slowly recovered body towards the depths of the wasteland.

Compared to the fear that comes from the unknown, it may be easier to continue to force yourself.

Chapter 72 The Battlefield on the Other Side

"That's why I say that because I'm a ghost—it's not bad, human."

The weight that can be carried by two hands, even a mountain can be easily crushed, this is the power of the ghost king Jiutun boy.

Cuixiang had also imagined that fighting his evenly matched opponents with the last bit of strength, that kind of hearty feeling seemed to only appear in absurd dreams.

At least she never knew that she would be forced to fight with all her strength in such a funny situation, with her blond mouth broken and bright forehead, and the unfathomable Onmyoji Xiaogui - really, unexpected.

"It's a lie. Was the attack just a little repulsive?" Lai Guang with the double pony tail shook his slightly numb right hand and stared at Cuixiang in front of him with surprise.

Qingming stepped forward and blocked Lai Guang behind him, his eyes narrowed: "Don't be careless about Lai Guang, this guy is different from the ghosts he encountered before, and there is an overwhelming difference in breath."

"You don't need to say! Of course Lai Guang knows that kind of thing!" There was a flash of thunder in Lai Guang's hand, and the Chanran long knife disappeared. An aggressive long spear followed, piercing Cuixiang at an extremely tricky angle.