Dramatic Blade

For a moment, Asahikawa felt refreshed in his heart.

Blood ghost art is the original power of ghosts, combined with breathing swordsmanship, and its power is far greater than that of a single swordsmanship.

Facing the jade pot, Chaorichuan felt like a fish in water for a while, saw every move, and even destroyed many pots on the ground.

This is his original strength.

"Damn it!" The jade pot hammered the altar, and a pot grew out of the palm of the hand like a magic trick, and a puffy goldfish half the size of a person was released.

The goldfish swung its tail fin, opened its mouth, and spit out a sharp needle.

The overwhelming needles shot at the bottom of the sea, targeting not only Asahikawa Ichimo, but also Iguro Hanai and Kanroji Mitsuri.

However, not long after the goldfish detonated, a series of white floating flowers seemed to float consciously, encircling these sharp attacks.

Mikimaru's knife is surrounded by a circle of icicles and broken flowers. The icicles and broken flowers rotate, float and fly into the moonlight without being affected by the sea water at all, creating a domain that belongs exclusively to Asahikawa.

This field of blood ghost art is extremely beautiful and sharp, and any sea beast that steps into this field will be smashed to pieces by the weak flowers in an instant.

The ghost's figure was hidden in the ice crystal group, sometimes condensed and sometimes shattered, and at the same time the pot on the ground was broken as his figure was broken, one sound after another, the speed was so fast that the jade pot turned its head around, "No—— !!!”

Although they are all products of blood ghost art, he can no longer sit back and watch his works be destroyed like this. He has already destroyed dozens of pots, but what did the painter on the opposite side use?Xue Yuehua?How could his jug lose to these weak and boneless intentions!

In the blink of an eye, Chaorichuan saw that the jade pot on the altar was gone.

He has experience in sparring with Yuhu, and he remembers that Yuhu has the ability to move instantly after the Yuhu, and the mermaid monster's state is extremely powerful and fast.

With a light jump, he canceled the frozen ice on the soles of his feet, and floated into the air like his companions. Sure enough, just as he left the ground, a jade pot and his octopus popped out of the pot closest to him.

Yuhu called over the octopus that was dealing with Ihei Xiaobane. The tentacles several meters long are like a huge monster in the temple. More than a dozen tentacles danced wildly together, directly smashing the snow moon flowers in the Asahi River and the seaweed on the seabed reefs. Stirred into a ball.

Seeing that the situation was not good for a while, Zhao Richuan passed through the circle of tentacles lightly, away from the jade pot.

He curled his lips: "Don't destroy it if you can't beat it, it's different from splashing ink on someone's work."

After he finished speaking, he leaned over and dodged the circle of the jade pot quickly and cunningly.

Yuhu only felt a flash in front of his eyes: "Damn it, when did his speed get so fast!"

He still remembers fighting Asahikawa in an extremely embarrassing moment in the first battle in the art museum, and he had to stand in front of Tokito Muichiro who was trapped in the water bowl, and was eaten by his fish.

Why...!

A bit of chill ran across his neck, the picture in front of him suddenly turned upside down, and Yuhu opened his eyes wide.

what?

The sharp light of the knife cut through the scales of the jade pot, and sliced ​​off his head directly from the neck.

In the next second, countless swimming fish rushed over and immediately bowed the jade pot's head back.

Asahikawa didn't stop him for a while, and jumped back while withdrawing the knife. A pile of pots hadn't been resolved yet. Using Mimiqie Maru and Yuhu to entangle and behead him had no effect except to piss off the opponent.

He found Yuhu's question strange and funny: "I practice swords every day, don't you think you are rushing to draft every day, you must know how to combine work and rest, Yuhu."

Hearing this sentence, Yuhu's face twisted for a moment.

Asahikawa was slightly surprised for a moment, "Hey, am I right?"

He knew that jade pot pots, as handicrafts, must have artistic value, and the price they sell in the art world is not low, but he never imagined that an organization, even an organization composed of ghosts, must not rely solely on burning, killing, and looting for its daily activities. And any activity must cost money, so the source of money for Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi mainly depends on the pot of the jade pot.

Yuhu cherishes her own pot very much. Apart from narcissism, there is also a reason for this.

A pot on the ground, how much money will be lost!

Asahikawa Ichimo: No, no, no, no, how can there be such an unscrupulous boss forcing his subordinates to rush to make money!

Yuhu was furious and pressed his head.

Can no longer be negligent!

Seeing that the jade pot was going to move, Chao Richuan turned his wrist for a moment, and the flying flowers and ice crystal fragments immediately wrapped the jade pot round.

Seeing this, Yuhu wanted to get out of this range. The shape of the mermaid was slippery. Asahikawa immediately changed the path of the knife, and ripples spread out under the beautiful sea.

Breath of Water·Seven Shapes·Shizuku Ripple Stab!

The long knife like a paintbrush suddenly stabbed like an arrow, and the change in momentum was only a blink of an eye. Yuhu had no time to react, and his arm was severed.He gritted his teeth and backed away. Just as he took out a semi-finished pot in the other hand, the hand that was about to paint was cut off. He directly painted it with his broken arm thick with blood mist, and then poured out the "monster" in the pot. .

Chaorichuan suddenly felt a pain in his head, and swam a meter backwards, when he vaguely heard singing in his ears.

The singer of strange tales and jealousy.

The most grand song festival in the Heian era was naturally held in the palace. The very beginning of the book "Onmyoji" by Dream Pillow Tapir tells the story of a singer who was depressed because he lost the duel at the song festival. He lost the spirit of resentment, and wandered around the palace all night, reciting his poem that failed to surpass others.

And the singer who can make countless singers in the court jealous and admired to achieve obsession must be a "song fairy".

According to legend, there was a poet who stood up at the song meeting after the song fairy had finished reciting the work, holding a papyrus from a collection of songs in his hand, and accused the waka that the song fairy had just made as a plagiarized work, because there was a waka with an unknown author in the straw paper. What Gexian published is exactly the same.

Song Xian slowly bowed in front of the emperor, without arguing, she only begged the emperor to let her wash the toilet paper, and the emperor agreed.

As soon as the straw paper submerged in the water, the waka with an unknown author disappeared. Obviously it was because the straw paper was newly written and the pen and ink were still wet. It turned out that the poet who eavesdropped on the song made by the singer the day before yesterday, and wrote it in this collection of songs in advance. Slander song fairy.

This legend turned into a strange tale of jealous singers in Yuyuan Taisha. Countless souls of unwilling singers were poured out of the pot by the jade pot, chanting waka, and ran towards the Asahi River mournfully.

A waka was melodious and melodious, and thousands of hundreds of waka were played, which made Asahikawa have a splitting headache for a while, as if there was a concert in his mind.

He continued to stand steadily on the ground, borrowing the condensed ice from the snow country to stand back on the bottom of the sea, and looked at the jade pot through the crowd of undead.

Yuhu didn't relax, and asked in a low voice in surprise, "Why didn't he avoid it?"

"Because it's not necessary." Asahikawa's momentary voice came from afar, he removed all the blood ghost skills, and the long knife was extremely clear, making a slight hum in his hand.

"The one in my hand is the Demon Repelling Knife, undead."

On the other hand, Iguro Kobachi and Kanroji Mitsuri are calm about the ghost talk for the time being. Although the Yuhu fish will interfere with their battle, the dexterous breath of love and the breath of snake originally derived from the breath of water are very important. The adaptation to the water battle is not slow, but the number of attacks of the samurai and Zutava is very stiff.

Zutapo is in the form of a snake girl, and Kanroji Mitsuri often trains against Iguro Hanai, and she is very familiar with snake-shaped attacks. Except for the first few assaults, Zutapo has already been stabbed by her many times.

The knife wound on the ghost's body turned into foam and healed in a hurry, and it rushed towards Ganlusi Mili again.

Now that they have merged with the jade pot, they must destroy the pot that summoned these strange talks to completely solve them.

But where is the pot?

The girl distractedly looked at the bottom of the sea, it was completely dark, and suddenly a ray of light from the clear moon shone down, improving the visibility of the bottom of the sea.

【Ah, it's Mr. Asahikawa's blood ghost technique! 】

Ganlusi Mili was overjoyed, and immediately swam a few meters downstream, looking for the strange pots, but when he looked over, there were rows of pots stuck in the sand, which made people dazzled.

[This, this, which one will be the pot of strange talk? ? ? 】

Zutapo flew over, her ten fingers and sharp claws suddenly became longer, and swept across violently, bringing up a white spray.

The breath of love, the swaying love of the fifth type, and the chaotic claws!

"Don't be distracted, little girl." Zutapo snickered.

[Ah, ah, it's so hateful! 】

The random number of consecutive slashes couldn't accurately intercept Zutava's fingers under the circumstance that the droplets confused the vision, and two bloodstains appeared on the girl's cheeks.

The rhythm of the honey glass of Ganlu Temple was slightly disturbed, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

[Oops, there is almost no oxygen! 】

[Where is the pot! ? 】

Ganlusi Mili looked down under the light of the clear moon, gritted her teeth, and shook the long-whip-like sun wheel knife to chop up the reef that she deliberately left in the water to borrow strength in one fell swoop.

The field of vision suddenly widened, and I saw the appearance of all the pots.

However, before she had time to make a detailed distinction, when she looked up, she also saw that Ihe Xiaobane in the distance seemed to be entangled in the ankles of moving seaweed, and the samurai's Otachi was slashing head-on, and the young man could not avoid it.

【! ! ! 】

For a very brief moment, Ganluji Mitsuri screamed the opponent's name in her heart, and she burst out with unparalleled strength under the suffocating water.

The rhythm of the entire bottom of the sea seems to have slowed down from another perspective, allowing her to see the shape of each pot and the color on the pot.A heart-shaped pattern gradually emerged on the skin of the girl's left neck, but the owner of the pattern didn't care about such things, only knowing that she must kill Zutapo's pot now, and then rush to help Ihei Xiaobanai.

She didn't have time to find out which one was the real pot!

The Breath of Love · One Shape · The Trembling of First Love!

All the pots under the girl's toes shattered, and accompanied by the screams of Zutapo, the honey glass of Ganlu Temple flew towards the other side of the sea floor like a bullet.

In fact, Yihei Xiaoba Nei deliberately let the seaweed entangle her, pretending to be a trick.

He didn't know that there was a silly girl who was worried about him.

The knife path of Snake's Breath is slippery and curved, and the joints of the thick armor have been tried by Ihei Kobane once in the previous battles, leaving only the gap between the chest and waist, which was dragged by seaweed. After the low, he happened to be on the lower body side of the samurai, and he was looking for the right time, aiming at the gap in the last armor to attack.

The samurai slashed down from the head with a powerful sword, and the swordsman's pair of golden and green pupils were silent, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, and nothing could affect him.

Zutapo’s screams came, even though she was a fabricated old ghost, she was once a warrior—a woman whom the major general admired until his death.

The big sword that was as heavy as a mountain stopped attacking.

It's now!

The several attacks that were bent like vipers reached a rapid speed, and the water spray caused by the fluctuation of the blades was tiny, just like a white film covering the snake-shaped sun wheel knife, and several white snakes emerged and sank into the half of the samurai.

crackle.

The body under the armor is an empty skeleton frame, and the pot of strange stories is hidden in the chest cavity of the skeleton, like the heart of a samurai.

crackle.

With Zutava's scream gradually lowered, the pot of strange stories in his chest shattered, turned into nothingness and flew out from between the skeleton's ribs.

The heavy armor seemed to have lost its support, falling on the sandy ground, rusted into scrap iron.

From Iguro Kobane's perspective, Kanroji Mitsuri suddenly rushed out of a pile of foam, and he quickly withdrew the knife in front of him.

Seeing that he was unscathed and won the battle, the girl's expression changed from anxious to joyful. The long braids of cherry and light grass green floated in the water, and her eyes sparkled like the most gorgeous flowers in spring.

She happily opened her hand under the effect of strength, and shouted happily:

"Mr. Yihei, that's great—Puff!"

She was choked.

"..."

Yihei Xiaoba Nei, who was hugged so full, didn't even have the slightest thought of tenderness, and hurriedly led her to swim to the door.

The waka chorus made Asahikawa not notice for a while that the two partners had won. The results of the art museum’s daily exercise are now showing. He walks with the sword, but all the undead who approach him are cut in two by him. It is from the Onmyoji The powerful cleansing power directly turns the undead into light spots and ascends to heaven.

But the mournful cries of the undead singers became louder and louder, and as far as the eye could see, the sky was covered with cold souls.

Even Asahikawa shivered from the cold for a moment.

This is not cold in the pure sense of temperature, but the cold of death.

It's difficult.Asahikawa looked around for a while, and felt that it was really troublesome, so he shook the tip of the knife and rolled up the sand and gravel on the seabed.

The waterfall-like dust was raised high, and Yuhu, who joined the undead queue, couldn't find him at once. He opened his webbed claws and slapped the ground, directing the undead to swarm up.

copy!

The purple-blue demon fire was eerie, hot and cold, as if thousands of undead were cut in half like miscanthus.

The team of the undead was briefly cleared of an open space on the ground, and the extreme two temperatures mixed and rose to the moon, forming misty deep-sea snow.

Asahikawa's momentary moves are always so clear and beautiful, in stark contrast to the bloodthirsty smile that gradually bloomed at the corner of his mouth, the madness of the evil spirit and the calmness of the painter wonderfully coexist in him.

He seemed to have sensed something suddenly, his head turned slightly, and his smile became more vivid.

Yuhu felt it was strange to hear him read a sentence: "White snow flies in the sky of lead."

Such a long time is long enough for Nuliang Rikusheng to find a body pot of water.Major General Undead and Zuta Po have been breached by his companions and left the temple, his purpose of delaying time has been achieved.

From the moment he read this line of lyrics, the entire seabed was pierced by a huge crack!

The ground shook and the mountains swayed, and the cracks twisted and turned quickly, as if a pair of giant hands were holding the temple outside, trying to tear apart the huge fish tank.

Between the chaotic water flow and gravel, he borrowed Frost to jump in front of the jade pot that finally panicked.

Seeing that the ghost who was about to be torn apart by the singers suddenly gained the upper hand, and the blood ghost technique was broken by a strange force, Yuhu stretched out its webbed claws and grabbed him, angrily and urgently: "You, you...!"

With sharp webbed claws, Asahikawa rushed forward fearlessly, stepped on Yuhu's body mercilessly, and said like a villain: "Be happy, Yuhu, if I didn't know how to cooperate before, I must have one!" People tortured you to death."

He raised his hand to pick a piece of flesh and blood from Fei Yuhu's neck, damaging his vocal cords: "It's a pity that you cook and I cook too, this time you don't want to be called Yiwozuo again."

The possibility of Yiwozuo coming out is extremely small, but he wants to cut off any possibility of Yuhu calling for help!

Among the fallen gravel and wooden planks, he firmly suppressed the jade pot, the invisible limit of the temple's trapping sea water was broken, and it gushed out, and the water level dropped sharply.

Chao Richuan finished speaking harshly for a while, wiped the blood on his face, and drew back.

The jade pot rose violently, his eyes were about to split open: "I want to eat you!!!"

Before the words were finished, two mighty sword lights were in front of him.

It's the Sun Wheel Knife!

Ihei Xiaobanei and Ganlusi Mili, who had been waiting outside the hall, cut off Yuhu's neck with their knives together.

"no no--!!!"

Yuhu shouted frantically, he can't lose, he can't lose! ! !

The ugly head fell to the ground, and the mermaid's body couldn't help twisting.

[Mrs. Zhushi said that Guiwu Tsuji has overcome the weakness of beheading, and the six upper strings with the highest blood concentration of the ghost king will overcome it sooner or later. The medicine of Butterfly House also has the direction of preventing flesh-body regeneration. . 】

[If you kill the jade pot, be sure to ask me to go in and make up for it! 】

Asahi Chuan shouted for a while: "Butterfly!"

At the moment when the mermaid's body twisted and jumped up from the ground, a dreamlike group of butterflies fell from the sky.

Butterfly rolled over dexterously and made a body, injecting the poison into the mermaid's body. The headless body gradually stiffened, and was stained with yellow rust-like turbidity from the inside out.

Tens of thousands of sparkling butterflies became the last sight seen by Yuhu's eyes.

Why... are there such soft things...

The last trace of unwillingness floated in my heart, and I questioned the intention of art.

Then he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing the last moment when Yuhu's body slowly melted away under the poison of Butterfly Ninja, Asahikawa's legs softened for a moment, and he sat down on the ground.

He let out a long breath.

The last bit of monster power in the body quietly passed away, and the boiling blood cooled down.

When the temple collapsed, Asahikawa rushed straight up and nailed the jade pot with Mikimaru, because the short time for the blood ghost technique was over.

The wet Iguro Bane and Ganluji Mitsuri glanced at each other. They had some small wounds on their bodies, but they were not seriously injured. Butterfly Shinobi, who was waiting in front and making up the knife at the back, was unscathed, squatting on the ground and letting out a sigh of relief , stood up.

The fifth of the first string was eliminated, Ganluji Mitsuri covered her cheeks with her hands, and there was a slight weeping sound in her words:

"Great!"

They eliminated another winding ghost!

There was a crackling sound from the side, and Nuliang Lusheng came out from the dark. He was also wet, and there was a bloody red spot on his shoulder. It was not an injury, but the wound that Asahikawa gnawed out in the early morning.

The broken pot in his hand fell to the ground, and a colorful spider the size of a human head fell out of the pot.

The slippery ghost plunged into the spider's tail and abdomen with a knife, and the woman's screams rang out, and the sound disappeared along with the spider that turned into green smoke after a while.

The strength of the Netwives was weakened to the extreme by them in the fourth night.

Asahikawa, who was sitting on the ground, also had his eyes bent for a moment, and his pupils were very bright. The slippery ghost stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground, "There is still one more day."

Asahi Chuan raised his eyebrows for a while, and now he didn't want to think too much, so he relaxed and happily echoed: "Yes, there is still a little more than a day, kill another top three! We can go out!"

Then his voice stopped abruptly because Nuliang Rikusheng kissed him.

This kiss was as light as a flower petal. If he hadn't licked the wound at the corner of his mouth by the way, Asahikawa would hardly have felt it for a while.

shit.

The monster raised his head and licked his lips, as if he had thought of a good idea: "If Ah Shi gets hurt somewhere in the future, I will remind him there."

What the hell!

Asahikawa, who always thought he was self-cultivated, uttered two foul words in his heart.

"Are you a hooligan and don't say hello!?" He asked in disbelief.

The slippery ghost denied it: "Doing such a thing to your lover is not considered hooliganism."

"There are fucking people watching here!"

"Is it okay if there is no one?"

Asahikawa Moment:? ? ?

"Can't!"

Butterfly Shinobi, who watched them arguing, said, "..."

Ihei Xiaobane: "..."

Ganluji Miri covered her red face and couldn't help asking: "Mr. Asahikawa, can I use you as a reference for my drawing book?"

Kanroji Mitsuri was an art student at university, and although she didn't have Asahikawa teach her to draw directly, she was influenced by Asahikawa not at 01:30.

Asahikawa Moment:? ? ?

It's the other way around!

"No !!!!"

……

【Dead... Dead...】

[Dead, dead, dead...Human ghost, your companion is dead! ! ! 】

With a bang, Yiwozuo smashed half of the mountain with a fist, and said angrily, "Stop making noise!"

Yiwozuo didn't know what evil he had done to fall into this monster.

At this time, a snake shadow swam to his feet, and the woman of Prajna Resentment slowly stood up from the shadow. Her face was a Prajna mask, and her eyes were like candles. Two days ago, she was so strong that she covered the entire building with resentment. The shrine, now makes people feel a sense of weakness.

There was still a strange squeaky sound in his ears, Yi Wozuo frowned, his expression was extremely impatient, this impatience was not aimed at Prajna Resentment Girl, he glanced at Prajna Girl.

This is the junction point between ghost stories and reality provided by Kuanghuashi. Ghosts and ghost stories usually meet here, and the two can only leave one.

The jade pot was wiped out, and all the methods of the bride of the network were defeated. The weakness of the snake girl told Yiwozuo the news.

There is no longer a ghost who can take the place of the new bride, and the snake girl must never appear in the shrine again, otherwise she will be attracted by the ghost hunters, and the two will meet, and this strange talk will be broken.

But fortunately, Yuhu and Luo Xinfu's ability to manifest is gone, so unless he is defeated, there is no possibility of seeing the snake girl!

The death of Yuhu didn't make Yiwozuo feel sad at all. He said to Snake Girl with a cold tone:

"You just stay here honestly, I'll go out and solve it!"

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