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Hikari's gloves were already covered with blood, the fabric soaked with moisture was heavy, and the thick liquid fell on the fingertips and could not be dropped. Hikari raised his hand for the third time, looking very patient, and put The gloves were pulled out a little bit, like a person who is too lazy to wash the whole clothes and concentrates on rubbing the only dirt on the sleeves, rubbing the fabric with his fingers to squeeze out the moisture inside.

Jingujiquan has not spoken for a long time.

He followed behind Hikakiri, like a silent ghost, indifferently and bewilderedly watching Hikakiri go up and down with his sword, chopping down the familiar Fusangshen on the spot.

He didn't know where he was going on this road. At the beginning, he still had the mood to wonder what the containment was doing, but this kind of thinking was interrupted after the fall of "Yiqi Yizheng", and he never connected.

When the person in front stopped suddenly, he was still walking forward without thinking, and then crashed into a bloody embrace.

This hug was a bit harsh, Jingujiquan hadn't figured out what was going on, Higakiri put him behind him easily like placing a large doll, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

--too fast.

...as if even the simple touch of him was unbearable.

It may be that the atmosphere is too depressing, and the endless killings are repeated again and again, this thought flashed through Jingongjiquan's mind.

There was a soft sound of metal rubbing against the air, and the humid air seemed to ripple, being stirred out into invisible ripples.

The long knife with the pattern of the bright moon on the blade was obliquely blocked in front of them. A young man with the posture of a high and distant bright moon stood not far away. His blue sleeves fluttered in the breeze. He held the knife in his right hand, and his left hand held his sleeves gracefully. And standing, there was a dark smudge of invisible shape on the gray hem, he stood there with a calm and peaceful appearance, and the bright yellow Inari tassels on the dark blue hair shook slightly.

Under their gaze, dark red traces slowly flowed down from the young man's white side face, climbing up his porcelain-like face like vines.

This scene was even more frightening than a ghost in the world. Jingujiquan subconsciously leaned back, and Mustache didn't look back, but blocked his sight again calmly.

Those half-closed beautiful eyelids fluttered, like a butterfly flapping its wings, about to reveal the bright moon and sky hidden within.

He is smiling.

He seemed to want to say something.

Mustache suddenly twisted his body and rushed forward, holding the knife in his backhand was a fierce killer move that never returned!

The still sea surface suddenly rolled up with huge waves, and the deep black sea was covered with murderous aura and rushed forward. Mustache's movements were frighteningly fast. A wild move.

It was also this sudden movement, the wind sternly covered up the short words on the opposite side, Jingongjiquan reflexively squatted to the side with his head in his arms, and made a vase that would not hold back with self-knowledge.

And this menacing blow was stopped by the opponent's effortless lifting of the knife. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he still had enough strength.

Izumi Jinguji was taken aback when he saw too many mustaches being killed with a single knife.

Mustache frowned slightly, with no expression on his face. He didn't seem surprised that his attack was stopped, and when the blow failed, he took advantage of the situation and withdrew the knife, and the unending wind struck towards the waist of "San Riyue" again.

This move was tricky, but the strength was much weaker than before. Jingu Jiquan didn't know sword skills, so he couldn't tell the difference, but he could vaguely feel that Higakiri's movements seemed to be much gentler and more peaceful.

—How could it be gentle and peaceful.

Gritting his teeth, Hidekiri used his remaining strength to adjust the glove that kept slipping, and the blood-soaked cloth slipped down again and again, even preventing him from holding the knife.

"when--"

When the two swords clashed again, the short and sharp noise stopped abruptly. It was because the long sword named Higiri slipped during the confrontation. Although it stabilized quickly, Jingu Teraizumi still caught the unnaturalness of the movement of Higakiri with his back turned to him.

"Hige—" Instinctively wanting to call his name, but biting the tip of his tongue at the last moment, Jinguji Izumi hurriedly scanned Higakiri's body again and again, but found nothing wrong.

Are you injured?when?Where did it hurt?is it serious?But he obviously didn't see the attack that hurt him before, or was it when he didn't pay attention?

Racking his brains, he began to recall the previous battles that ended too quickly. Unlike the long-delayed "pharmaceutical research" and "one phase one shock", the fusangshen and mustaches he encountered afterward almost all adhered to the principle of "strike first" For the idea of ​​being strong, they fought before they showed that they were wrong, without even letting them say a word, and the battle ended even more neatly, it didn't look like they were injured...

His quick glance glanced over the hand holding the knife in Higurashi, and then slowly moved back after a few seconds.

Is it his delusion?

Hikiri's hand... seems to be bleeding?

The hands wrapped in gloves are steady and strong. When holding the knife overlappingly, there is a thrilling feeling of holding the waves and wind and clouds. But at this moment, the hands are thin and frightening. The dark red liquid was dripping down the end of the handle.

The amount of bleeding definitely exceeded the amount of water that a pair of gloves could absorb. It was more like they couldn't wrap the blood in them, so they splashed bright crimson like plum blossoms with every slash.

The beautiful Fu Sangshen facing him tilted his head playfully, his lips parted slightly, and he smiled: "Oh, it's the mustache temple."

The tone of his speech was exactly the same as that of the world-famous Heian Taidao, Jingujiquan who was familiar with it would think that this was a hand-gathering that he often used in Honmaru.

If it weren't for the fact that they are all covered in blood at this moment, their knives are deadly.

Fu Sangshen spoke slowly, with the indifference and peace that he had seen through the years. No matter how ordinary he said, he seemed to be smiling gently.

"How long can it last?" He was not moved by this desperate battle, and he was still talking at his own pace.

Hidekiri's offensive became crazy after he started to speak. In Jinguji Izumi's eyes, there was a kind of majestic and terrifying shock like moths flying into a flame. The movements are wide open and wide, which is a wild style of play that completely abandons defense and only pursues the fastest solution to the opponent. Seeing Jingujiquan's whole heart suddenly lifted.

Why the rush to resolve the fight?

Higakiri's current performance is like...

Jingujiquan was suffocatingly watching, thinking faintly, as if he was trying his best to avoid "Crescent Moon" from saying anything.

The only onlooker was restless, the two vibrations of the sword and the air resonated in the battlefield, and the scope of the battle beyond the strength of ordinary people gradually expanded. According to common sense, it is difficult to bring artistic beauty to the killing of cold weapons. Actions with gorgeous adjectives are often just the most simple and unpretentious moves in reality.

—Of course, that is for humans.

The battlefield opened up in dreams and reality is crumbling, the sea of ​​clouds in the deformed space is surging, and the gloomy sky is filled with bright red with a high concentration like ruby. This color reveals extreme ominousness and bad luck. Splitting and tearing apart.

One knife at a time splits the airflow, sweeping the damp water vapor, the steel meets the same kind in the rapid neighing, and hits a dazzling light like flowing fire. The splashing stars seem to ignite the gloomy air under the dark sky, and the house is destroyed at the end of the blade. Torn apart, whether it is hard wood or heavy stones, on the blade endowed with god attributes, they are more fragile than a piece of thin paper, and they are easily pierced and smashed.

Behead!

Hack!

The sound of blood and flesh being torn was heard from beginning to end. Both sides on the battlefield showed extremely high combat power. Not to mention mustache, the strength displayed by that monster in the skin of a god far surpassed that of the previous one. Companions of Mustache Cutfall.

The gloomy shadows reflected on the dilapidated walls are stranger than the most eerie hell. The smell of scorched blood became thicker in the ever-heating air, and meaningless roars ripped out of their throats, mixed with the hoarse scraping and impact of swords. , Every time the knife is drawn, it will inevitably bring out a line of crimson blood, which sprinkles on the entire battlefield like pouring rain.

Hidekiri half-curled his body, using his shoulders as a shield to slam into the arms of "Sankayue", his posture seemed to collapse from exhaustion during a vigorous sprint, and he only had time to protect his head with instinct.

However, the absolute strength he displayed brought the "Three Moons" flying horizontally and pierced through four or five walls. The crunching and broken wood and walls hit them with tremendous force, and they had to bear the impact with their backs due to the inertia. The beautiful Fusangshen still has a crescent moon and an unfading smile in his eyes, his face is covered with blood, and the bright yellow Inari hair on his hair is covered with sticky bloodstains from the battle, and it is almost the same as the dark blue Can't tell the hair color.

While being hit, he calmly flipped his wrist, using his knife handle as a weapon, and with desperate and crazy force, he slammed hard at the back of the person who was imprisoning his waist and abdomen!

One, one, another.

The moment the handle of the knife came into contact with the flesh, Mustache felt as if his whole body was being bombarded by monsters, a bomb exploded under his spine, and a thin line of light suddenly lit up amidst the smoke and buzzing in the sky!

After Higakiri crashed into the house with "Sankayue" in his arms, Jingujiquan couldn't see what was going on inside, and the last image left to him was the ferocious smile on the corner of "Sankayue"'s mouth, which was completely opposite to his gentle eyes fierce hammering.

Shocked by the crazy style of play that almost killed them all, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he recovered from the shock all over his body, and only then found his reason from the overwhelming roar just now.

Quiet.

Extremely quiet.

The ashes floating in the sky slowly fell again, and there was a dead silence in the messy ruins.

Jingujiquan opened his mouth, and let out a vague mournful cry from his throat, and staggered towards the last house that collapsed.

The ground affected by the battle had already changed its terrain. It took him almost twice as long to walk over the ruins. He lifted off the large boards and screens, and half of the traditional Japanese house that stood stubbornly in place creaked. Half of the wall fell off, just completely revealing the scene behind.

If you don't look at the cause and effect, the scene in front of you can be regarded as beautiful. In the corner of the ruins after the gunpowder smoke cleared, a young man with messy silver hair and dirty curled up in another person's arms, his eyelashes closed quietly, One hand was still attached to the opponent's abdomen full of nostalgia, and the person who was holding him was beautiful, with the broken sleeve lightly resting on his back, leaning against the crumbling wall and breathing hard, his face was almost dry Blood.

Like an unfinished hug.

But the hand holding the opponent's belly held a long knife, and the hand under the big sleeve held the handle tightly. They were still dying just a moment ago. The seemingly warm scene was full of cold, bloody and brutal murderous intent.

Sensing someone approaching, the unconscious person did not move, and the person who was still panting slowly raised his eyes.

Jingujiquan's footsteps froze suddenly.

His heart sank.

The worst has come.

The opponent is not dead, mustache is in a coma, and he is a weak chicken without fighting power.

How to do?

The extremely beautiful monster moved its body, but failed to change its posture. Only then did Jingujiquan realize that his posture was weird.

It doesn't seem like he doesn't want to move, but more like he can't move.

Looking around, Jingujiquan's eyes fell on the hand of Higakiri resting on the opponent's abdomen.

That was his right hand holding the knife, which was in intimate contact with the opponent's body, and there was a cold light of metal flickering between the gaps in the glove.

Jingujiquan suddenly settled down. He kicked away the wooden boards and stones at his feet, walked over, and cut the bloody wound around his mustache with his hands. Come out, carefully let him lean on his shoulder, and carefully distanced himself from the monster on the ground. After hugging him like this, he was surprised that Mustache was a little lighter than he imagined.

In fact, after he picked up Mustache, he realized that his caution was unnecessary.

A long knife penetrated the abdomen of the half-sitting and half-reclining young man on the ground, completely nailing him to the wall behind him. Half of the knife hilt went into the flesh and blood. To be on the safe side, the mustache was cut quite ruthlessly. He pulled the knife out obliquely, almost cutting his body in half.

The blue hunting clothes had been stained maroon by the blood, white bone stubbles and broken ribs in the flesh and blood of internal organs could be seen in the huge wound.

And he was still smiling.

The smile belonging to the five swords that shake the world has an absolute charm that can confuse people's hearts. The wet forehead hair and dirty cheeks drooping in front of his eyes did not reduce this charm much, but added a little beauty of weakness.

He smiled, opened his mouth, and his bright red lips moved. This is the only difference from the original version. The overly gorgeous lip color has a kind of enchanting temperament. He just looked straight at Jingujiquan and cut his mustache What has been painstakingly concealed is easily revealed.

"kill me."

He opened his hands slightly, with his broken sleeves drooping in the dust, and his posture was as high as the bright moon, and he said to Jingujiquan.

Jingujiquan's body stiffened suddenly.

The fragments of memory buried in many thoughts, and the sharp faults wrapped in cold light, hit him all at once.

He remembered, where had he heard this sentence before.