Dramatic Blade

In the dark field, the strange Asahikawa folded his sleeves for a moment, with a bright expression and a flamboyant smile.

With a thought, a knife appeared from his waist.

After all, Nightmare is an outsider, and he is the master of the dream.

A frenzied headwind swirled up, and the painter in literati disguise slowly took off the decorations on his face, crushed them in the palm of his hand, then lifted the fine forehead hair in front of his eyes with one hand, and pulled out the knife at his waist.

Then he suddenly laughed.

The smile on his face was happy and murderous, he looked like a neurotic killer.

He crushing Nightmare to death in this field was like crushing an ant. Nightmare didn't even dare to breathe under his aura, and when he heard the laughter, his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground.

He didn't know why this ghost's subconscious was so strong, it was almost comparable to the wounded ghosts!

"One of the bottom strings is so weak now, I don't know what I'm doing."

The painter said something else, shook his head after thinking about it, and said, "Forget it, as long as the painting skills don't deteriorate."

It can’t be blamed that Asahikawa’s thinking is divergent. He is a painter first, and then a swordsman. The paintings that can make him realize sword skills are definitely not limited to ukiyo-e, which he is best at. Oil paintings, relief paintings, and natural scenes themselves can all become his inspiration.

Of course, manga is also part of it.That's why he just laughed because of some déjà vu.

Nightmare, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to suddenly think of something because of his words, raised his head with his eyes wide open, his eyes were filled with emotions, and then gradually returned to an empty look.

Killing ghosts is to kill quickly, now and in the past, Asahikawa didn't say anything more for a moment, he gently held the handle of the knife, the tip of the blade went straight down, the blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting his pupils.

It's been a long time since I read the lines of the second class, but since it's in a dream, let's treat it as a special treat for the current wanxian.

he thought lightly.

"Breath of Painting, Seven Shapes——"

The painter laughed slowly again, refracting the mirror knife in his hand, and the colorful light and shadow danced endlessly in his bright red pupils.

"Break it, Jinghuashuiyue."

Around him, the infinitely dark realm suddenly shattered, and each fragment reflected a ghostly shadow.

……

The nightmare was rolling on the top of the train, and after hurriedly standing up, he raised his head and let out a long roar.

The cry of a nightmare is a hypnotic sound that cannot be caught by the ear.

Seeing Nuliang Rikusheng who was chasing him, the monster paused, and immediately seized the opportunity to stab him with the awl given to him by Nightmare.

My own demonic power can only confuse this slippery ghost for a moment, and I must seize this moment and use my ghost's ability to bring him into a dream again!

But the awl pierced nothing.

The sound of Nuliang Rikusheng's footsteps reappeared behind the nightmare, and what was pierced by the awl's spikes were only strands of black clouds scattered like ink.

The young monster master said: "Since you have come to the Kanto region, if you don't pay homage to the demon masters in this area, you will only end up being kicked out of here."

The nightmare turned around and shouted: "I used to be the leader of the monsters in Edo, so it's not your turn to speak!"

Nuliang Lusheng asked: "One of the rules in my territory is that you can't make trouble on the human side at will. How many people have you and that ghost killed?"

As a monster, Nuliang Rikusheng is indeed not as old as the Nightmare Tapir, but the power of the monster makes the Nightmare Tapir feel unfathomable.

Holding on to its momentum, the nightmare continued to attack Nuliang Rikusheng.

"You are the young master of the Nuliang Group in the Kanto region? Are the monsters in the Kanto region even inferior to a half-monster!?"

Nuliang Rikusheng casually took a few steps back, his movements were completely unaffected by the strong wind and gravity on the train, and the movement of his figure was even more strange.

The nightmare attacked, and the body under attack was like a reflection in the pool water under the night. After the black ripples and fire lingered, he appeared in the blind spot of the nightmare's vision.

He walked behind the monster, and tapped the nightmare tapir's head with a pipe: "I'm telling you the rules in this area."

"Then……"

In the strong wind, the nightmare saw a flash of light in the dark night, and the Miyagi Maru in the carriage appeared in the hands of Nura Rikusheng.

The fear word Yuzhi fluttered in the evening wind, the expression of the half-demon was loose and coquettish, and he didn't pay attention to the nightmare at all.

The young monster master was only a little upset: "I still want him to see the heroic appearance of the Lord of Kanto, what a pity."

……

Asahikawa suddenly opened his eyes, the picture in front of him gradually became clear, and he heard the sound of the train moving slowly.

Out! ?

Asahikawa returned to reality from the dream in a moment of surprise, completely unaware of what happened.

Just a second ago, he was looking at each other in his dream with Nuliang Rikusheng, but suddenly he heard the sound of glass cracking, and when he looked up, the strange Pingting was shattered like a fragile object.

what happened?Has someone cracked Nightmare's blood ghost technique?

Asahikawa suddenly stood up from the ground with a carp, and a gust of cold wind hit his face. Only then did he realize that the outside of the carriage that was lifted by him was dark, and the train was driving in darkness, as if there was only one cold rail in this world. Know where it will extend.

He was a little confused: "Why, this is me, still in a dream?"

A figure jumped down from the roof of the car: "No, this is the 'Yokai no Sato'."

Asahikawa took a closer look, and saw that Nura Rikusho was holding his Miyagi Maru in one hand, and...a baby elephant in the other?

He stared at the elephant and humbly asked for advice: "What is 'The Village of Monsters'?"

"Monsters are existences between the virtual and the real. They can use many illusory environments to trap humans, but this nightmare is very weak, so they can only rely on the "non-stop train" rumor that is widely circulated on the Internet. This space is formed. The second half of the strange talk is that Ye Chun was brought into the world of monsters by the train, and met the umbrella demon and the ghost beating the drum.

"It's the 'Yokai no Sato'."

"so……"

Asahikawa approached Nura Rikusheng for a while, stretched out his hand ready to move, and his eyes were full.

"Is this the legendary nightmare!"

Nightmare!He finally saw the nightmare!Live!

Asahikawa wanted to touch the monster in a moment of excitement, but the nightmare like a small elephant opened his mouth wide and bit his hand.

"He can bite people!!!"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

He had to slow down before telling Asahikawa about the cooperation between Nightmare Tapir and Nightmare.

Asahikawa's momentary three views are sometimes unexpectedly positive. He expressed his disappointment with this nightmare, and then began to rape the other party relentlessly.

"Hey, you ghost!" The nightmare was furious impotently.

"Don't worry! I'll kill you as soon as I'm done! I've always been straightforward!"

"...The mud is still a salty shark!" Monsters can be killed but not humiliated!

Nuliang Lusheng noticed that Asahikawa was covered in blood for a while, and his thin shirt was torn. As soon as he raised his hand, the fear word haori fell on the painter.

[In other words, you dreamed of me. 】

Asahikawa's hands froze for a moment, and the nightmare was captured by the young monster master the moment he slipped away.

But when he saw that the other party's expression was normal, as if it was just a convenient move, he held back for a while, and swallowed the words back.

Dreaming of Nura Rikusheng, in the final analysis, is his own problem.

The Nightmare finally screamed and disappeared under Mikimaru's knife, the 'Yokai no Sato' lost the support of its demon power, and the entire space began to shake tremendously.

"and many more."

Chaorichuan suddenly remembered: "Where is that ghost who is one of the lower strings?"

Under the shattered sky, the colors of the starry sky at night began to slowly appear. The train was in a mess, and amidst the rumbling sound, the broken incandescent lamps kept flickering on and off.

They looked around the carriage and saw the remaining pieces of meat wriggling on the ground, and finally piled up together, revealing a pair of eyes.

One of the lower strings is written on the eyes.

Asahikawa Ichimo:! ! !

Then several mouths opened around the eyes and began to sing:

"Come on~ sleep~"

"Go to sleep now~ah~"

Nightmare, who was not in human form, had a psychedelic look in his eyes, and several mouths sang a lullaby in unison, but there was no sign that the blood ghost technique was about to be performed.

"Go to sleep~"

Nuliang Rikusheng: "..."

Asahikawa for a moment: "..."

Asahikawa Ichimo: My eyes! ! !

The artist felt sick, and asked in disbelief, "How did it become like this!?"

Nuliang Lusheng also didn't understand, and asked, "You don't know?"

The painter is confident: "I just fell asleep!"

The two stared at each other, and Nuliang Lusheng said that he just went to beat the nightmare.

Ghosts are almost impossible to kill, even if they turn into pieces of meat and remain ghosts, they can't do anything with this singing piece of meat for a while.

At this time, a voice like a savior appeared behind the two of them: "Unexpectedly, you all solved the ghost when I was dozing off! Although it was expected, I was trapped in a dream when my companions were fighting. You are ashamed of my name of Nine Pillars!"

The spirit of the swordsman is stronger than that of ordinary people. Purgatory Kyojuro and Kamado Tanjiro woke up after being exposed to black magic. Tanjiro and Nezuko are placing the passengers who are still sleeping.

Purgatory Kyojuro came over from the rear of the car, already holding the Japanese sword that had been hidden in the baseball bag in his hand.

Seeing that Chaorichuan was covered in blood for a moment, he asked with concern: "Are you all right, Chaorichuan!"

Tears welled up in Asahikawa's eyes: "Purgatory! Kill this ghost!"

"Can you still kill evil spirits!"

Purgatory Xingshoulang said very energetically: "The guilt in my heart can at least subside a little!"

"Sleep~ Be good...~"

The lump of meat on the ground was somewhat conscious, feeling the approaching murderous aura, the rotting lump of flesh immediately attacked the swordsman with golden-red hair who was striding forward.

Breath of Flame·One Type·Shiranui.

The fervent flame ignited, and the vigorous force brought out a long dragon made of flames, roaring endlessly!

The fire dragon pierced through an entire carriage, annihilating all ghost organizations.

In the huge vibration, the train whistled.

At this moment, the red train finally broke through the dark place of monsters, and galloped under the clear sky and night.

"Ah, the communication has been restored!" Purgatory Xingshourou took out his mobile phone and directly contacted the members of the hidden army.

The never-stopping train in the ghost talk gradually slowed down, and the passengers woke up one by one. Not long after, the hidden troops with very efficient mobility and action also arrived, and the off-road vehicles and searchlights swished, and the journey began. Finishing work.

"Huh, it's finally over."

Asahikawa breathed a sigh of relief, and Nuliang Rikusheng stood beside him, looking at the painter as if remembering something.

"what happened?"

"Your knife."

The Young Master Youkai naturally handed the knife back to Asahikawa, watching him put it into his body.

……

In the early morning, the suburbs are lush.

On the track, the ghost killing team basically evacuated, leaving only the people at the end of the hidden army to deal with the traces left by the ghosts.

A ghost suddenly appeared on a treetop not far away, looking in the direction of the train.

Yiwozuo was about to rush back to the residence of one of the ghost dancers, and when he passed by, he smelled a strange smell.

Humans, ghosts, and monsters have different smells. In terms of ghosts, the original purpose of Guiwu Tsuji Wumi was not to interfere with monsters, but Yiwozuo didn't care whether monsters could eat or not, he only cared about whether monsters were strong or not. He has been looking for strong people to practice his own martial arts, so he doesn't care who the opponent is.

And the emission of monster power is similar to the breath that ghosts can feel. He felt that there was a very powerful monster nearby, and even the breath left behind could make him feel excited and fighting spirit.

He wants to find the monster!

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The line "Crack it, the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water" comes from the god of death www

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Qi 1; thank you for always throwing mines, thank you, thank you >3