Immortal from the villains of Gundam Seed

Chapter 45 Hello, Mr. Heishi Mou

The ghost that was rolled up by Luo Ji's belt and thrown at the soldier's head did not actually hit the federal army's position.

There was a burst of hearty laughter, "Get out of the way, Master Tianyuan is here!" Amidst the shouts, Yinzhu Yusui Tianyuan took the lead.

A few sharp knives pierced the flesh without any sense of frustration, cutting the unlucky ghost into pieces like hot knives cutting butter.

On purpose, he didn't cut off the ghost's head directly, and Tian Yuan, who was gleaming all over his body, swung his two knives with a smile.

Staring at Twelve Strings with different expressions on the opposite side, he kicked the ghost that had turned into ashes.

"Really good stuff."

Sound column Tianyuan, who was whistling, was very satisfied with the weapon that was physically enchanted by the federal army.

In this way, there is no need to cut off the necks of some weak ghosts, although for pillars like them.

Cutting the neck is just a matter of convenience, but if there is such a thing already... How much less sacrifice can those low-level swordsmen who are not strong enough!
"Sound Pillar Yusui Tianyuan!"

Fallen Princess danced the belt on her body and recognized Zhu who appeared on the opposite side.

A lot of effort has been put into fighting the ghosts this time, at least Wu Mi, a character at the first level of Zhu, has already informed Twelve Strings of everything.

"Are you alone? Are you underestimating us? You guys from the Demon Slayer Squad!"

The overall shape is like a nine-tailed fox with a charming figure, walking on a professional and enchanting catwalk.

He was followed by his scrawny elder brother, and together with the other twelve strings, they forced him up.

"I'll kill you right away!"

"What a pathetic creature, Namo Amitabha!"

After chanting the Buddha's name, the rock pillar, always carrying a faint color of suffering, mourned.

Holding his own exaggerated chain hammer and crying tears of sorrow for all things, he appeared one by one with the rest of the pillars.

The arrogance froze and stopped Twelve Strings, and his strange eyes circled around Jiu Zhu's body.

Who is strong and who is weak? Wu Mi probably said, so whoever is strong will go, and whoever is weak will come?

This is a big problem!
The first and second players were not present. If we look at the rankings, the strongest player on the scene felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

There will never be a comrade-in-arms friendship, mutual suspicion and no one wants to face the strongest pillar.

Before the ghost fight started, the momentum plummeted.

Although the guys on the strings have absolute confidence in the pillars of the ghost killing team based on their past records.

But those lower strings who are already weak in strength don't have this kind of self-confidence.

Different from the Twelve Strings over there who have their own ghosts, the Zhumen, who are arguing with each other non-stop for who is the strongest before the battle, are as powerful as a rainbow.

According to the previous tactical arrangement of the Lord Master.

The strongest pillar is against the weakest ghost, and the medium is paired with the weaker pillar to hold the upper string first.

The swordsmen with clear goals, without saying a word, went to the intended target directly according to the plan.

The pillars and twelve strings represent the imminent battle of the highest combat power between humans and ghosts!
The dead branches and leaves that fell in the forest creaked under Rhodes' stepping on them.

He didn't deliberately maintain the demeanor of a so-called master, just like an ordinary person with a clumsy figure.

With the sword hanging on his waist, he came to the front of Shangxian Yihei Mou who was standing in an open space bathed in the soft moonlight.

"You came?"

Under the moonlight, Hei Si Mou's body glowed softly. No one who watched this scene could tell that he was a ghost who cannibalized countless people and killed people like hemp.

"I'm here, Mr. Ji Guoyansheng."

According to the intelligence investigated by the Federal Army, coupled with the thin memory of the Black Death Mou in Rhodes' mind.

According to the suggestion of the psychological tester team, Rhode respectfully bowed to him according to the etiquette of Japan.

"Ok?"

From the beginning to the end, Hei Si Mou, who is full of demeanor of a master of martial arts, looked up to the moon.

Wei Wei glanced at the tall and straight Rhodes from the corner of her six eyes.

"You actually know my name when I was still a human, so you have a heart."

With a tone of admiration, Heisimu spoke as if it was a great gift.

"Thank you for your compliment, sir. A swordsman like him who pursues martial arts deserves the admiration of any enemy."

Touching the hilt of the sword, Rhodes straightened up and continued to praise.

"Although a samurai like Mr. Ji Guoyuan is equally admirable, I think Mr. Iwakatsu is not bad at all."

A saber slashed Rhodes straight, just as he said the founder of the original breathing method, the younger brother of Hei Si Mou.

The guy he never wanted to recall.

When Rhodes' voice hadn't finished, he didn't continue to brag about each other's business.

There was no time for him to stop Hei Simou's slash while drawing his knife while speaking, Rhodes still finished speaking.

The two wrestled face to face, and began exchanging skills with knives.

In the shadow of swords and swords, Hei Si Mou's powerful horizontal strike made Rhodes take a few steps back.

Seeing that the other party had left his attack range, Heishi Mou put his sword back into its sheath and suddenly spoke again.

"Is this why you come to see me alone? Sword skills are worthy, but don't think that you can keep me from killing you by flattering me!"

"I don't have such an idea. A samurai like Mr. Yansheng is not so naive as to think that it depends on telling the truth."

"You can ask Mr. to keep his hand, just to state some facts."

Rhodes, who didn't even leave a drop of sweat, continued to praise neither salt nor light.

"After all, Mr. Yansheng, who was in the same era as Mr. Yuanyi and was only half a step behind, is already strong enough."

"Whether it's the position of the daimyo or the use of breathing techniques, isn't Mr. Iwakatsu the last laugh?"

The six eyes are wide open as if touching the reverse scale of a dragon.

This kid is looking for death!

Hei Si Mou didn't understand this kid who was still treating him like a servile boy before.

How could Feng Yichang utter such rebellious words.

Since the death of that genius younger brother, in fact, Hei Si Mou, who didn't even care about Wu Mi in his heart, was furious, and he was already merciless in attacking again.

"Breath of the Moon. One Shape. Dark Moon. Night Palace"

With an extremely fast advance, the distance between the two was crossed in the blink of an eye.

Ferocious horizontal slashing, the sun wheel knife created by his own blood ghost technique has a charming and deadly crescent moon flying.

"Water Breathing. Three Shapes. Flowing Dance."

She is as beautiful as dancing ballet on the ice, with a graceful figure dancing like a dance, with an indescribable beauty.

Rhodes avoided Black Death Mou's attack and tried to fight back.

"Breath of Flame. Two Types. Ascension to Heaven!"

First is the breath of water and then the breath of fire, the two breathing methods switch smoothly.

Following the aftertaste of Liuliuwu, Rhodes, who seized the opportunity, threw out Xing Shoulang's usual move.

The arc-shaped knife light from bottom to top brushed against the tip of Heishimu's nose while Hei Simou's moves were exhausted.

The scorching flames on the straight knife burned his skin and hair in an instant.

When Xing Shoulang and Shangxian San fought with one move that failed, Rhodes took advantage of the situation to pull down.

"Qiyan Vientiane!"

The sword light cuts off the head with a superb move connection, not weaker than Xing Shoulang who practiced the breathing method of flame since he was a child!
"This is!"

I have never seen a swordsman who can use two breathing methods so freely.

Heixin Mou's surprised pupils were constantly shaking, but he still had the strength to fight back.

After all, it was the number one Shangxian, and this move didn't hit Hei Simou like Zhong Yiwozuo.

Instead, Rhodes was caught by his breath of the moon, the fifth shape, and the vortex of the moon soul!

This kind of sword skill can be launched without swinging a knife.

A large-scale slash centered on the self, relatively more defensive, used to bounce off approaching enemies, was pushed out.

Rhodes, who rolled a few times on the ground in a little embarrassment, stood up and patted the blades of grass on his clothes.

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