Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 135 The third part of the last string: the sick leaf
"You guys, there's no end to it!"

Li Qingming was a little annoyed.

His top priority now is to go after those villagers who haven't fully turned into ghosts, instead of wasting time with these stinky fish and rotten shrimps who can't think.

But now deep in the woods, it is difficult to use a wide range of sword skills to kill all the entangled evil spirits with one blow.

The long knife in his hand seemed to understand what he meant, and the red light on the handle suddenly lit up.

Li Qingming jumped into the air.

A dark red spider web descended from the sky, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters in an instant. All the trees and evil spirits were cut into pieces, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Inadvertently looking at the large open space he had cleared, Li Qingming quickly followed the villagers' aura.

Out of the woods is a hillside covered with weeds. On the hillside, there is a naturally formed boulder.

A dozen villagers squatted under the boulder, like trained police dogs.

A humanoid creature was standing on top of the boulder, exuding a powerful evil spirit breath, to be precise, the breath of cursed evil spirits.

Feeling the breath of the other party, Li Qingming understood that the evil spirits above the last quarter moon will no longer be divided into the first stage and the second stage.

They all regard the state of cursed evil spirits as their normal state.

Thinking about it carefully, this may have something to do with the killing of Wu of the Last String.

Originally, everyone might have suppressed their own strength to hide their strength, and then exploded in battle.

But the death of the last five also sounded the alarm for all the evil spirits who had completed the curse.

Love to pretend, die fast.

Therefore, all the evil spirits unanimously chose not to conceal their strength, but started things with great fanfare, wanting to quickly establish their own evil spirit camp.

Li Qingming came to the boulder in a few steps and looked up at the evil spirit on the boulder.

The evil ghost had a ferocious appearance, a pair of golden pupils like a devil, a pair of sharp ears with silver earrings, a head of black hair, and three hideous x-shaped scars on his forehead and left and right cheeks.

The third part of the last string: sick leaves!

It was only then that Li Qingming knew that the third ability of the lower string was actually to spread a plague similar to the zombie virus.

The difference is that before turning into a demon, the infected person will have dilapidated symptoms.

This is thanks to the farmers' strong sense of isolation. Otherwise, if it spreads to the center of the town, the number of infected people may have reached tens of thousands.

Faced with such a large army of evil spirits, even Li Qingming himself would find it difficult to deal with them.

When Bing Ye saw Li Qingming, he curled his lips, "Here comes another guy looking for death."

As he spoke, he bit his finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped from the air and fell to the villagers under the boulder.

Seeing the blood dripping, more than a dozen villagers gathered together eagerly, opened their mouths, and scrambled to grab it.

Li Qingming's eyes were fixed, a red five-pointed star appeared on his forehead and neck, and the long knife in his hand turned crimson.

With a flicker of figure, he disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

When it reappeared, it had already reached the top of the villagers' heads, and it was picked sharply.

The moment the drop of ghost blood touched the scarlet blade, it made a sizzling sound and dissipated into a cloud of turbid air.

When the villagers below saw the blood evaporate from their mouths, they all cried out in mourning.

Li Qingming didn't pay attention to it at all. He stepped on the boulder and followed the sword's momentum to stab the third of the bow.

The third part of the last string has harmed too many people, and it also hurt the butterfly so badly.

Li Qingming didn't want to communicate with this guy at all, he didn't want to say a word.

The third of the last string was also surprised, the opponent's sharp swordsmanship was obviously different from the members of the Ghost Slayer Squad encountered before.

He hurriedly retreated, but the blade was still a step faster and slashed all the way up his chin.

Both the skin of the face and the nose were cut in half.

He retreated three meters in a panic, and didn't stop until he stepped on the edge of the boulder. He quickly touched his face with both hands to check the injury.

Unable to split the lower string in half, Li Qingming spat on the ground in disappointment, his eyes were full of evil spirits, and the long knife in his hand gleamed coldly, as if the next knife was bound to kill the opponent.

Bing Ye's heart trembled, and he felt a sense of fear. He shouted angrily, "How dare you underestimate me! I'm the third in the line!"

As he said that, regardless of the fact that the wound on his face had not healed, he squatted down and slapped his hands heavily on the boulder.

Blood Ghost Art · Ruin!

Between the two palms, the blue boulder began to crumble, and a long and thin crack spread rapidly towards Li Qingming like a poisonous snake.

The boulder trembled and crumbled like rotten wood.

Li Qingming just found it strange that the boulder looked like a city wall and quickly cracked and shattered, and he was a little puzzled.

Isn't this guy's ability contagious? !
Before the boulder completely collapsed, Li Qingming immediately leaped into the air and swung his sword to chop the lower third.

Complete Concentration·Water Breath·One Shape·Water Surface Slash!

The dark blue tumbling heat waves attacked at top speed.

Facing the fierce attack, the sickly leaf's half-faced face laughed horribly.

He grabbed a handful of boulder fragments and threw them at Li Qingming in the air.

"Buffalo! How can such indecent moves be able to block my sword?!"

Li Qingming's offensive continued unabated, and he slashed through the debris and powder at the neck of the third of the lower strings.

Sick Ye didn't dodge either, with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and grasped the black blade as if blocking the breeze.

But the next moment, his smile froze on his face, and his entire palm was cut off.

"how is this possible?"

He quickly leaned back, trying to resist with his other arm.

In the end, his arm was cut off, and the blade deflected, cutting off half of his head.

He rolled and jumped off the boulder, turned to look at Li Qingming, and let the villagers protect him, shouting in disbelief, "Why, why isn't your sword rusted? Why are you still swinging a knife?! "

Li Qingming turned over and jumped off the boulder. Hearing the other party's roar, he took a look at his own state.

The clothes on his body have been corroded by the powder of the boulder, and white powder sticks to his skin.

Li Qingming finally knew that the third ability of the lower string was able to destroy things, no matter whether they were living or dead.

It's just that dead things can infect living things, and living things can only infect other living things through blood or saliva.

At this time, Biao Ye's mentality exploded. He thought that the opponent would be too big, and dared to pass through his attack.

But now he has lost his palm, arm, and even half of his head, but the other party's clothes have only been corroded, and the skin on his body is still very smooth.

How can such a thing happen? !

How did he know that Li Qingming's Crow Feather Long Saber was immune to sorcery, and Li Qingming's body was not immune to corrosion, but the speed of recovery was much faster than the speed of corrosion.

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(End of this chapter)