Blazing Angel of Demon Slayer

On the other side, Tokito Wuichiro also observed the situation of Fallen Hime. He remembered the words of Chuan Liu, and at the same time cut off the heads of Fallen Hime and the prostitute Taro, and he could really kill them.

A part of his attention has been observing the situation of Luo Ji, waiting for this moment.

The prostitute Taro in the mist was also firmly trapped by him, waiting for the right time to strike the final blow.

"Full concentration!"

In an instant, Tokitomu Ichiro focused all his attention in front of his eyes, on the prostitute Taro who was struggling in the haze.

Main Text Chapter 302 Killing the Winding Column and Broken Arm

Xia's breath, land's shape, and moon's glow disappear!

The hazy slash, like clouds, mist, and rosy clouds, is vague and uncertain, and there is a murderous intent hidden in it.

This slash is so beautiful that if you appreciate it outside, you will never be able to take your eyes off the beautiful scenery, which emerges on Tokito Muichiro's sword.

And its target, in the eyes of the prostitute Taro, saw thousands of misty slashes covering all directions in an instant, attacking him at the same time.

Among these slashing attacks, the attack speed is too fast, and the phantom of the sword shadow is formed in a special way, which is used to confuse the enemy.

The hooker Taro has a lot of combat experience and knows it all too well.

However, he lost all five senses and was unable to distinguish the real and fake of these attacks.

Moreover, when he saw the attack, the shape of the sword had already taken shape, and the attack came, without giving him any time to prepare.

This kind of powerful sword shape, as long as it takes shape, is destined to achieve good results.

A heart that cannot stop sinking.

"Blood Ghost Art: Round Slash and Roundabout!"

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the prostitute Taro tried his best to release his strongest ability.

His skin cracked automatically, and dense skin cracks spread all over his body.

The flesh and blood can be seen, and blood flows from the cracks.

The moment the blood appeared, the blood condensed into a sickle, swarming around the prostitute Taro and slashing.

He used high-speed and high-frequency attacks as a defense, and the blood sickle turned into a shield to resist the invisible knife shadow.

However, no matter how good the defense is, there will be omissions, not to mention that his five senses are blocked, and the source of many attacks is unclear.

Flaws appeared soon.

Shitou Muichiro's eyes were fixed, staring closely at the throat of the prostitute Taro.

In the next second, he held the Sun Wheel Saber in both hands, bowed his body, retracted the saber and raised it horizontally.

Then, suddenly stabbed out.

Just like when punching, people will first retract their fists to continue their strength. Tokito Muichiro's attack is the most basic in his mastery of the sword, and it is also the fastest attack in close range, stabbing.

The breath of Xia, the shape of Yi, hangs down from the sky and far away from the sky!

Between two points, the straight line is the shortest.

At this time, everything in front of him seemed to disappear, and the world in Tokito Muichiro's eyes was only the tip of the sun wheel knife in his hand, and the point at the throat of the prostitute Taro in front of him.

laugh!

There was a sound of piercing the air.

The prostitute Taro froze, and made a ho-ho sound from his mouth.

It was the death sound made by the blood stuck in the throat.

The sound of piercing the air rang in the ears of the prostitute Taro after the Japanese round knife penetrated the neck of the prostitute Taro.

The blood sickle hovering around him was directly broken by the powerful thrust.

As soon as he succeeded in the blow, Tokitomu Ichiro didn't hesitate for a second, his arm muscles exerted strength, and he planned to slash the Japanese sword horizontally and cut off the neck of the prostitute Taro.

"I am amazed by your strength as a descendant of the country."

He said he was surprised, but in fact, an indifferent and cold voice sounded quietly near Tokito Wuichiro.

Breath of the Moon·One-Type Dark Moon·Night Palace.

A three-meter-long, deep and pitch-black huge knife light appeared in less than one tenth of a second, and slashed towards Shi Touwuichiro's arm holding the knife.

Shi Tou Wuichiro was astonished, his expression changed, then he gritted his teeth, and continued to slash with a firm gaze.

The blood ghost technique he awakened is a unique type of field, similar to the field of fighting spirit to a certain extent, it can detect the existence in the field, but its function is weaker, and it can also shield other people's perception.

However, Shitou Wuichiro was still in the domain at this time, but he didn't notice that someone had quietly approached him.

At this moment, in such a situation, he is willing to use his own arm to exchange the life of a wounded opponent.

puff!

Shitou Muichiro slashed the knife fiercely, and at the same time, a sharp pain came from the elbow of his right arm.

He activated his breathing technique, controlled his muscles, squeezed and sealed the wound, and prevented the blood pressure from splashing out the blood in his body.

At the same time, Shitou Muichiro opened his left hand, holding the blood-spattered broken arm that hadn't fallen yet, and slashed out.

Because of the extra length of the severed arm, Tokito Muichiro's slashing range expanded a lot, covering Heishimu who was not far away.

Heishimu just retracted the posture of drawing the knife and slashing, tilting the knife, the black tip of the knife touched the ground, and stood upright.

He tapped his toes and took a step back.

Shitou Wuichiro's blade brushed against the skin of his neck.

At this time, Tokito Muichiro saw the man in front of him clearly.

He has a slender body, wearing a samurai uniform, and a high ponytail tied behind his head. He looks handsome and has no ghostly features in his body.

If it wasn't for the hostility between the two sides, Tokito Wuichiro might have regarded him as a certain swordsman.

"If I hadn't kept my hand, you would have died."

Heisei Mou's eyes were cold, but when he looked at Shitou Ichiro, there was a strange emotion in his eyes.

boom!