The mutual attraction of gravity and gravitation

"Why so slow..." Nakahara Nakahara, who was sitting in the dojo waiting for Nanase Zhenchun, was also fidgeting, moving around: "Could it be that some cat or dog hooked him to death?"

With Nanase's pure and innocent personality, it is not impossible to turn a corner to tease something interesting I saw on the way?

"Why don't you go and look for her?" He looked a little hesitant, but thinking about it, if he happened to miss Nanase Machun who came to look for him when he went out, wouldn't it be more troublesome.

His fingers tapped impatiently on his legs, Zhong Yuan frowned and endured it, and it took a while to send Yi Wo Zuo away. According to the past time, she should have been near the dojo.

But the familiar aroma of red wine has not been smelled for a long time.

Sure enough, he should take the initiative to find her, Zhong Yuan Zhong also suddenly paused when he moved his legs and raised his knees, and whispered solemnly: "It seems that we should go to her later."

After he drove away the vile guest who visited at night.

Lifting his cobalt blue eyes, his eyes fixed on the swordsman standing quietly in front of the door, Shen Jing held his hand on the handle of the knife, and said in a cold voice: "You found me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, "Blind people can't see through such a big person blocking the door, right?"

Speaking of this, his expression became strange again.

The swordsman in front of him was the most human-like ghost he had ever seen except Yiwozuo. He had no strange hair color or attire, and his expression was calm and calm like a real swordsman. There was no strangeness in his eyes.

The wind blew his long hair up high, and the crescent-like patterns fell on the left forehead and the bottom of the right cheek. The six ghost eyes on his face were like compound eyes of insects, but they gave people the indifference of the aristocrats in the shogunate period. A sense of pride.

The words Shangxian and Yi were engraved in the pupils that happened to be in the correct position of the human eyes in the middle. He looked up calmly and said with appreciation: "Chuya Zhongyuan, you are a ghost with great power."

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What? You also want to stay here to practice martial arts?"

There is no lack of irony in the words, because he can clearly feel that one of the top strings is a completely different person from Yiwozuo.

He is definitely not the kind of person who is obsessed with becoming stronger, immersed in the pursuit of a stronger realm of martial arts, and does not hesitate to stay in the dojo to do odd jobs in training just to improve himself.

One of the top strings... Is he more troublesome than the third top string of Yiwoza?

"No, I just admire your strength..." Heixin Mou slowly shook his head, "Obviously possessing great strength and blood ghost art, but living in this small place for a human being..."

"Chuya Zhongyuan, you should have a greater future and strength, and you can become even stronger."

His voice is slow and has the unique rhythm and arrogance of nobles, as if the arrogance of the superior giving advice and guidance to the inferior is faintly revealed in his words.

With the unpleasant tone, Nakahara Chuya frowned even tighter.

"As long as you are willing to follow that lord devoutly, get his approval and get more blood, you can become stronger and stronger, and everything you want will become within your reach..."

"Have you said enough, pig head..." Zhong Yuanzhong interrupted him without hesitation, raising his brows high: "The appearance of the inexplicable, self-talking, you still want me to follow that man who hides his head and shows his tail?"

"I will become stronger by my own means..." He sneered heavily, "Just hold your master in the shadow under the sun."

Hei Si Mou sighed softly, "You who don't understand the strength of that lord are really pitiful like a frog at the bottom of a well."

He slowly pulled out the knife, not angry because of Chuya Nakahara's vulgar words, and said calmly and arrogantly: "It seems that I need to let you see the real winding power."

There is a gap in strength between the top string one and the top string three.

Swinging the knife like the moon Qinghua is noble, the blade is mixed with countless small arc-shaped attacks, wrapped in a sharp and direct attack on the vital point, and attacked Zhongye in the Central Plains. He jumped high to avoid but still couldn't stop the small Daoguang attack.

This blow alone crushed the dojo that he and Yiwozuo had rebuilt, and this time it was cut into pieces that were even more broken and irreparable.

"Bastard, do you know how hard it was for me to rebuild this dojo?" I couldn't sleep in bed for five days, so I squatted in the dojo with Yiwozuo to rebuild, let alone fell asleep with my fragrant and soft little wife.

Heishimou slashed at his leg with a knife, "Now you still have time to be angry for the dojo, and later you will find that just responding to my attack will make you exhausted."

The red light of gravity spread to the blade as soon as it came into contact again, and Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted coldly: "What stupid things are you talking about, I won't be in a hurry because of this attack."

The gravity of the increased pressure forced Heishimu to lower the tip of the knife, and the feeling of heaviness all over his body made him praise unexpectedly: "Your blood ghost technique is really special, you can control the weight of people through contact."

For powerful swordsmen and ghosts, he is always not stingy with praise, and at the same time, he also hopes that they can carry this powerful sword skill and power to serve the ghost king Kimai Tsuji.

In terms of sincerity, all Moyo's ghosts are the same for Ghost Dance Tsuji.

It's just different from the weak ghosts, whose sincerity is mixed with fear and awe, Hei Si Mou's sincerity is entirely derived from the warrior following the patriarch, thanking him for giving his ghost a long lifespan and strong self-healing power so that he has more time to practice.

As one of the top strings and the ghost who is closest to the ghost dancer Tsuji Wumi, Heishai Mou is not afraid of the ghost king, and he has more respect and sincerity.

Even if he follows Oni Wu Tsuji, he will not completely abandon the arrogance that once belonged to him.

The knife full of eyes slashed at the Central Plains and also cut a narrow and deep wound. At the same time, the internal organs of Hei Simou's body were overwhelmed and exploded, and bloody mouths burst out on the surface of the body, and the dripping blood stained his clothes red , leaving dark blood stains.

"Damn it, he has been able to withstand hundreds of times of gravity so quickly, is this guy really a monster?" Zhongyuan Zhong also retreated quickly, cursing secretly.

The wound on his body slowly recovered and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but compared to the wound that healed in an instant like Heishimu, Zhongyuan Zhongya's recovery power was still a little weaker after all.

This is also related to his insistence on not eating people, and the long-term lack of nutrition in the ghost's body.

Compared with the blood of Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou and the black death Mou who has eaten hundreds of people over the past few hundred years, the growth of Zhongyuan Zhongye, which is only relying on its own slow evolution, is far from enough.

"This is the self-healing ability that the real winding should have..." Hei Si Mou unhurriedly performed the combat skill of Moon Breath, and the flying sword light was also very conspicuous in the night, bombarding the nearby area unscrupulously Everything, "Chuya Zhongyuan, you should have realized the strength gap between ghosts and ghosts earlier."

"Yiwozuo once lost to my sword in the bloody battle of changing positions..." He swung his sword horizontally, sweeping out a large area of ​​quiet and cold arc-like attack, "but I pity and admire his continuous pursuit of martial arts Heart, did not devour him who was defeated, but still let him be listed in the Twelve Ghost Moons as the third of the upper strings."

Zhongyuan Zhong also dodged left and right, kicked out gravity balls to defuse Heishimu's attack, and quickly approached him and dropped a huge gravity ball: "Long-winded, are you an old man who hasn't had enough words for hundreds of years?"

The blade swung lightly and slashed with a clean and quiet knife. The light of the knife smoothly broke through the gravity ball, revealing Zhongyuan Zhongye's stunned expression. Hei Si Mou's voice was still as stable as when he started the battle: "The body's self-healing consumes a lot of your energy. , Your aura has already begun to change."

no?Is this guy a monster? !

Can even such an attack be done?

The samurai sword raised and slashed at Nakahara Chuya's limbs and torso, "As long as it is not for the sun blade and the sun, even if you lose your limbs and head, the ghost will not die..."

So Hei Si Mou didn't intend to hold back at all, unless they were devoured after the defeat, ghosts would not be able to kill each other.

Gruesome blood-stained wounds exploded on the body, and Zhongyuanzhong also used gravity to forcibly suppress the broken limbs, and raised his hand to hold Heishimou's knife. Will the old man who has lived for hundreds of years teach me a lesson, old man?"

Turning around and raising his leg, he kicked Heishimu's face fiercely, and the attack with huge force broke the head of one of the top strings.

Nakahara Chuya tightly held the samurai sword, and laughed wantonly: "Isn't this the head off, sir, one of the strings?"

The samurai who lost his head moved automatically, as if losing his head was nothing to him.

The samurai sword with embedded eyes branched out like a tree branch, and the same sharp blade penetrated the palm of Nakahara Nakaya's hand, and the flesh and blood fibers above the collarbone began to slowly regenerate.

"You are indeed a very talented ghost..." The grown jaw and mouth opened and closed: "Let me ask you again, are you really unwilling to accept the blood of that adult?"

The ghosts that appeared for unknown reasons and possessed powerful blood ghost skills were not controlled and monitored by Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan, and were not included in the twelve ghost moons, but their strength was not inferior to Yiwoza, the third of the first string.

If such a ghost can be brought under Mr. Wu Mi's hands, he will definitely become one of the top strings and their companion soon.

As long as he is allowed to absorb Lord Wuyou's blood again and fill his body with the blood of Lord Wuyou, he will become stronger and not afraid of the threat of the Sun Wheel Knife.

At that time, he might become the ghost of the second and first string.

"My mouth is full of nonsense..." The sudden fork of the knife pierced through his hand, and the ghost's self-healing power continued to heal his injured flesh and blood.

Zhong Yuanzhong also provoked and mocked: "You use the breathing method to prove that you used to be a member of the Ghost Killing Squad?"

"Don't you think it's shameful to change from a human to a cannibal ghost?" A former swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad, he turned his back on humans and took refuge in ghosts.

With a fully recovered head, he opened his mouth full of fangs ferociously, and Hei Si Mou said in a hoarse voice: "I am pursuing the way of the warrior for a longer life. You have been a ghost for too short a time. A stronger sacrifice."

The swordsman who turned on the stripes could not live to be 25 years old, and the ghost killers who died one after another made him unable to restrain the fear that rose in his heart. His life would end in a short prime, and at that time he had not surpassed Ji Guoyuanyi.

He is still so lofty, powerful but not aware of it.

"I don't know what sacrifices you have made, but your current appearance is so ugly that people can't stand it." The tail that came out from behind grabbed Heishimu's hand forcefully, and the scales stood up and plunged into it. his muscles.

Zhongyuan Zhong also flicked his tail vigorously, and tore off Heishimou's hand: "Like a monster through and through."