Dramatic Blade

Thinking flashed through Liuli's iridescent eyes, and Tong Mo soon thought of the actions of the Ghost Killing Squad some time ago.

Half of the people in this ghost story are citizens of Ukiyo-e Town. They have been instilled with false memories and are active in the ghost tale, and they are unaware of any crisis.

The Ghost Killing Squad wants to save innocent people, and they want to gather these people to the river barrier, and want people to hide in another wallet.

Tong Mo didn't pay much attention to what would happen in the ghost story. Anyway, there are half of the ghosts in the crowd. As the core of the ghost story, he was restricted to take action until now. He suddenly realized that the real purpose of the ghost killing team was not only to destroy himself, but also to save others. .

It's -- it's wonderful!

Why on earth do these weak human beings still hold such vain dreams?

Tong Mo raised a smile in a happy mood, closed his fan and pressed down. The monsters were guarding against him to perform some blood ghost tricks, but found no movement.

Tong Mo sighed and said: "Although monsters are delicious, it's really more exciting to work hard. Since the ghost of the little painter is also there, let's make this strange talk more exciting!"

The golden pair of fans opened suddenly, and imperceptibly, the monsters in the mansion felt some inexplicable change.

Die Die was extremely vigilant, but there was no movement after Tong Mo waved her fan. She roared angrily, "What kind of trick are you trying to do!"

"……wrong!"

Gu Huo Niao suddenly exclaimed, spread its wings and flew to the window on the second floor like a gust of wind, breaking the glass.

A shadow passed over her face.

A strong string sound came from the midair of Asakusa, and a bodhisattva as huge as a building, carved from ice and snow, appeared in the center of the strange story and fell down.

The Bodhisattva waved his hand, and the majestic air waves destroyed all the buildings in front of him, and one after another terrifying gale began to blow towards the direction of the river.Almost all the people in Asakusa could witness the ice and snow Buddha falling on the top of the post office. The streets were filled with screams and panicked footsteps.

The pillars who had been hiding their bodies to maintain order on the street leading to the river were startled and immediately ran towards the Water Lily Bodhisattva.

That was Tong Mo's blood ghost technique!

Not only to destroy the city, but also a reminder!

Among the screaming and running crowd, the owner of the department store hurriedly led his crying wife to the river, when a black shadow flashed in front of him, and his wife's screams came from behind him.

The bachelor who had been living in the tavern next to the department store seemed to have torn his skin open, and a black figure jumped out from the crack in his skin and rushed towards him.

Heiying was a human figure with a completely different appearance. His hands and arms were covered with open and closed mouths. His sharp teeth bit his wife's head, and bright red blood spattered out.

The department store fell to the ground and kept backing away, shouting out of control: "Monster! Monster!"

Such a scene happened in many fleeing crowds.

And Shi Shiran, the instigator far away in the suburbs, shook his fan before the monsters could react, and delicate snowflakes fell, gradually condensing a few snow-like villains.

Blood Ghost Art·Crystal Prince.

Taking Tong Mo's own appearance as the shape, like his clone, an ice puppet that can perform vampirism comparable to the strength of the deity.

Tong Mo smiled brightly: "Let's compete, monsters, let's see who among us can reach that 'river that can never see the sun'~"

The sun does not appear in ghost stories, and the nickname "Asahikawa" itself is a joke.

Large swaths of colorful and bright butterflies flew up, and the butterflies bullied him with a decisive attitude: "Don't try to escape!"

The crystallized imperial son Qi Qi greeted Butterfly Ninja, and Tong Mo covered half of his face with a fan, and broke through the door while being chased by monsters with a smile.

The monsters cooperate tacitly, but the ghost is like an insurmountable mountain, a violent and evil wind between heaven and earth, pressing down on Asakusa.

The white waves tossed and tossed, wiping away the evil ghost's mouth-covered arms.

Chaorichuan seemed to fall from the sky for a while, there were about a dozen ghosts tearing human skin on this street, and he was the closest to here, so he rushed to this street corner to save people and kill ghosts.

He fell to the ground and helped the boss he knew up. The middle-aged man was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he kept talking nonsense.He had to put him aside and wait for the junior soldiers and rescuers to take him away.

Attacking the mansion where Tong Mo is located means shaking the core of the ghost talk, and the Shangxian ghost must have the means to call all the ghosts to attack innocent people.

Tong Mo's order is a disaster in Asakusa, and the ghost killing team can only try to protect as many people as possible among the ghosts in half the city.

Towed by the monsters, Asahikawa had already made preparations in advance to play the flute and call owls by the river, but he didn't expect Tong Mo to drop a water lily Bodhisattva directly, and the ghosts showed their true colors. The ghost killing team was expected , but in fact, only he knows that this vampire technique that is causing a hurricane in the center of the city is the really difficult thing to deal with.

This street is the attacking route of the Water Lily Bodhisattva, and the blizzard-like blows swept in quickly. Asahikawa felt his skin hurt like being scratched by a whip for a moment, and his last bit of ink mixed with demon blood had already confused the monsters The breath is used up.Now he can only deal with Water Lily Bodhisattva purely with swordsmanship.

He was a little confused, but soon, several figures jumped from the roofs of the buildings and gathered on this street.

Shitou Muichiro stared at the huge ice sculpture, "That is...?"

Someone took a step forward on the roof, swiped a pair of knives with his strong arms, and Yu Sui Tianyuan spoke out first: "Is that big fellow Shangxian Gui's blood ghost technique? This is too exaggerated!"

"Tch, why isn't that Winding Ghost coming over!"

Immortal Kawa Minami was still irritable, Tengu Clawfly tore the two ghosts apart, but was dissatisfied with the speed at which Tong Mo came.

The familiar three-color tortoiseshell-patterned feathered garment fell in front of Asahikawa Ichiki, Tomioka Yoshiyuki glanced at him sideways, and walked slowly towards the Water Lily Bodhisattva.

"I'm not good at swordsmanship, go to the back and help the junior soldiers."

Asahikawa for a moment: "..."

That last sentence is kind of redundant, really.

The Water Lily Bodhisattva was raging in Asakusa, and Asahikawa looked at Yoshiyuki Tomioka's back in surprise for a moment, as if the complaints from the other pillars were still in his ears, and he couldn't help laughing.

That's why he didn't feel the need to care about being forgotten.

For so many years, he was willing to live under the protection of the ghost killing team between wandering and drifting, because Ubayashiki used the character of these people to guarantee that his human heart would not be so tired.

The word partner is something out of reach for ghosts, but even in the heart that is gradually losing emotion, Asahikawa always remembers what he had longed for for a while.

It is he who is afraid to move forward, but there is always someone waiting for him to take a step forward.

The phosphorescent butterfly flew over the icy storm, and the hair ornament of the butterfly Kanae flapped its wings and came to Asahikawa Ichiji, bringing a signal that Tong Mo was heading to the river.

Tong Mo's speed was extremely fast, not only Water Lily Bodhisattva, but with the addition of demonic power, huge lotus ice leaves filled the entire street.He got inspiration from the myriad phenomena of Asahikawa back then. The boundless ice and snow spread between the sky and the earth with his steps, like a natural disaster that went against the weather.

When Chaorichuan saw Tong Mo for a while, he estimated the time, turned around and ran towards the river, and blew the owl whistle in his hand.

On the other side, Asakusa, late at night.

By the time the fire sirens sounded, the rioters had already seen smoke and sparks rising from the lush suburbs.

The black fear of fire is like a swimming dragon, Nuliang Rikusheng and Zhen quickly rushed to the direction where the fire spread.

Zhen, a kind of monster, has never had a strong body. He urged his own monster power, thickly formed black wings, and chased after Nuliang Lusheng, wondering: "Why is it in the mountains!?"

"..." The slippery ghost didn't say a word, but just buried his head and speeded up abruptly.

Why is it in the mountains.

Nura Rikusheng realized this problem belatedly.

For a while, Asahikawa only told him that he escaped from the fire back then and his body was covered in flames, so he plunged into Asahikawa and met Zhu Shi who was walking by the river, so he automatically acquiesced that the fire happened in Asahi near the Sichuan River.

The wildfires scurrying around with the wind were violent and crazily, the roof tiles exploded violently, the printing factory became a black shadow in the fire, the buildings collapsed, and there were tragic screams and the smell of burning meat in the wind.

Nuliang Lusheng paused, and found that the fire in this strange talk was extremely real.

Ah Shi...

The light of Mikimaru's knife surged sharply, slashing a path in the flames.

"Lu Sheng, above!" Zhen shouted behind him.

Nuliang Lusheng raised his head quickly, and the image of a person seemed to fall from the sky, slashing at him with a red-hot long knife.

Mad painter.

Nuliang Lusheng raised his knife to fight back, the corner of the painter's clothes brushed against the scarlet heat wave, he landed back a few steps, and landed firmly in front of the slippery ghost, apparently to stop him from moving forward.

The slippery ghost slightly opened his wrist, the bright blade reflected the fire not far away, the fear of fire on his body seemed to wrap him into a powerful ghost, and a pair of red monster eyes stared at the monster blocking in front of him.

"Step aside."

The black cloth covering his face was flying, but the crazy painter lowered his head, still not showing his face, only showing his pale chin and the corner of his smiling mouth, with malice, pretending to be completely unaware of how much the current situation is for the slippery ghost The shape of a crisis.

"This is the last story of Kaitan, and I won't let you stop it. Don't be too greedy, slippery ghost, it's okay to enjoy the previous years but not accept the ending."

A powerful and invisible monster power spread out from the air, and the air seemed to be frozen for a second, and in the next blink, he flew in front of the crazy painter.

"Then I'll kill you and save him."

Nura Rikusheng said without hesitation.

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