On the empty plain, Tanjiro panted and looked at the Yiwozao with a deep slash on his neck in front of him.
I accidentally turned on the markings just now, so I dared to fight with Yiwozuo, but now the markings have faded, and fatigue and pain are spreading all over the body, and the ghost opposite...
"Yes, yes, hahaha! Xingjulang is right, you are not a weak one, but a strong one! Come on, let's fight again!"
The extremely excited Yiwozao waved one hand, and the strong wind blew up Tanjiro's bangs. After feeling the power of the strong wind, Tanjiro took a deep breath, and the solar energy in his body began to activate.
There is no other choice but to...
His nose suddenly smelled a familiar smell. Tanjiro's pupils shrank for a moment, and then when he turned around to look...
The pitch-black scythe descended from the sky, and the pupils of the abyss were filled with violent light. As the scythe approached, the light captured by the eyes suddenly dropped to only black.
No, it's not just black, it's because the person holding the scythe is surrounded by dark mist. The mist is pressing down along the scythe, and it's truly as oppressive as a natural disaster.
"Breath of Fire·Two Forms·Rising Flame!"
In a world filled with black mist, a flame burst out suddenly, cutting through the darkness from bottom to top, tearing open the pitch-black sky, and slashed with the sickle blade with an indomitable momentum.
There was a clang, and Xingjulang looked in disbelief at the flying Nichirin sword, and Mo Yan, who swung it into a circle again and struck with a circular slash.
"God of Fire Kagura Yoko-Train!"
The pitch-black circular slash of darkness clashed with the sun-like circular slash of the sun. Sparks flew, and Mo Yan suddenly tore the circular slash of sun into pieces with all his strength. He then rounded the Abyss Demonic Scythe on the spot, turned around and committed suicide.
An explosive and oppressive slash came down from above.
Feeling the power brought by this sickle, Tanjiro and Anjuro, who had just held the Nichirin Sword, shrank their pupils, and then the two forms, Rising Flame and God of Fire Kagura, Train directly attacked.
Unfortunately, the heat brought by the flames and the blazing sun was extinguished in just an instant. Mo Yan glanced at the two of them emotionlessly with flashing violent pupils, then turned around and slashed a huge slash out of their chests with a scythe.
Deep bloodstains.
Two pops.
Anjuro and Tanjiro fell to the ground weakly. Just when they were about to get up, a green mark and a moist feeling of weakness instantly eroded their bodies, causing them to collapse on the ground unable to move.
From the time Mo Yan took action until the two fell to the ground, the whole process only lasted three seconds, and it was these three seconds that allowed Mo Yan to knock down Tanjiro and Anjuro.
Although Mo Yan was in a violent state, all his attacks were fatal, but this was also related to the two men's lack of physical strength. After all, they had just fought two deadly battles with Yiwo Zuo. With such physical strength, how could they be able to take the next blow?
Mo Yan's attack.
"Who are you?"
Yi Wo Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Yan, because he discovered the surging black fighting energy on Mo Yan's body and the oppressive force that made his body tremble.
"Mo Yan, son of the abyss, Mo Yan."
The jet black in the pupils became more intense. Mo Yan walked slowly towards Yiwozuo. During this period, Yiwozuo only felt his body trembling slightly. An uncontrollable trembling feeling made Yiwozuo have disbelief in his eyes.
of light.
The third one of my own majestic strings actually trembles because of human beings?
Thinking of this, Yiwozuo gritted his teeth and stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot. As the snowflake-shaped compass needle unfolded, Yiwozuo stared closely at Mo Yan, who was gradually approaching.
Suddenly, Mo Yan's figure turned into black mist and dispersed on the spot. At the same time, Yiwo Zuo suddenly wanted to punch behind him, but...slow down!
Zheng!
The sharp black scythe cut off Yiwozuo's arm easily, and attached the mark of the netherworld and the moisture buff to it. After that, it was painful to cut off the upper limit of health.
Yiwozuo's face was shocked because he found that he had become weaker, and the surging vitality in his body was actually missing at this moment. What was even more frightening was that the opponent's sickle blade seemed to have a special poison, which made his senses dull.
Already.
Holding back the discomfort caused by the humidity, Yiwozuo punched Mo Yan with his backhand. The strong wind set off by the powerful punch blew away Mo Yan's bangs, revealing Mo Yan's head full of violence and murderous intent.
pupil.
Zheng!
Once again cutting off Yiwozuo's arm, Mo Yantian defeated a strong man with physical fighting skills, because whenever he was cut by Mo Yan, it would be the dual buffs of Netherworld and Moisture. This taste... tsk tsk tsk.
Holding the Demonic Scythe of the Abyss, Mo Yan didn't say anything nonsense. He slashed at Yiwo Zuo three times with the sickle blade, and the sword hit his body so fast that even Yiwo Zuo, who had activated the Luo Needle, didn't react.
Five swords have been struck, and the power of the netherworld blooms!
As the five-layer Nether Mark emerged, Yiwozuo's pupils slowly widened, and then a green light suddenly erupted from his body. This directly blew away 20% of Yiwozuo's health and weakened the opponent's health by 40%.
Full attributes.
In addition, the previous attributes of the five swords were weakened by 25%, and all attributes of Yiwozuo were reduced by 65% at this moment, which is equivalent to half of the combat effectiveness being completely eliminated.
There were no words. Mo Yan had absolutely nothing to say to the opponent who interrupted his meal.
Seeing the pressure-exploding sickle blade coming at him again, Yiwozuo glared hard, rushed in front of Mo Yan with a small half of his body cut off, and then directly bombarded Mo Yan with a devastating killing blow from close range.
On Yan's body.
boom!
Mo Yan, who was bombarded by the Yi Wo Zuo, immediately flew out, his health dropped to 75%. This was the third punch of the upper string. Even after all attributes were weakened by 65%, he still retained a strong attack power.
.
"Haha! So happy! Why don't you become a ghost too, Mo Yan!"
There was no reply, only the dark scythe struck again, but this time Yiwozuo switched his fighting style. He no longer had a head-on collision with Mo Yan, but relied on the speed of his punches to bombard the Abyss Demon Scythe's body again and again.
Sideways, causing the Abyss Scythe to deflect so that it could not hit him.
During this period, the immortal power of ghosts in the Yiwo constellation also began to surge, and the injuries on his body recovered quickly, and his health value also recovered from 31% to 70% of the full state.
Unfortunately, the maximum health limit of the Abyss Scythe is the biggest nemesis of creatures like ghosts.
There was another collision and then separated. Mo Yan held the Abyss Scythe in both hands with the scythe facing towards him on the left rear. Then dark golden thunder instantly covered the entire Abyss Scythe. With the muffled sound of thunder, Mo Yan
Yan's momentum directly locked onto Yi Wo Zuo.
Feeling Mo Yan's momentum, Yiwozuo showed a crazy smile on his face, and the final killing move was ready to go.
"Thunder - speed!"
"Destruction Kill·Final Style!"
The dark golden thunder instantly spanned a distance of a thousand meters, and directly tore apart the powerful dark blue fist in the middle. A dark golden light flashed, like thunder from the sky, and the muffled thunder gave everyone who heard it
Creatures are extremely oppressed.
After the thunder dissipated from his body, Mo Yan waved his hand and put the Abyss Demonic Scythe into a different space, and then slowly walked to Yi Wo Zuo who was still punching.
"Sorry, you disturbed my meal."
As these words fell, Yiwozuo's body was instantly torn apart by dark golden thunder, and the terrifying thunder pillar shot straight into the sky, and slowly dissipated after a few seconds.
Picking up the Ghost Treasure Box and Fighting Ghosts on the ground, Mo Yan glanced at Tanjiro and Anjuro behind him indifferently. The morning sun behind him slowly rose. When the early morning sun shone on Mo Yan, he felt like he was being swallowed by darkness.
Like, only a pitch black halo was left.
Frowning slightly, Mo Yan looked at the jungle in the distance, and then made an unhappy sound.
It's the Zhu who gives me the strongest sense of oppression again, why is it him every time?
Kurogiri pulled Anjuro and Tanjiro's nichirin swords to his side. Mo Yan cut them into pieces with his sickle and stared at Tanjiro and Anjiro indifferently, then slowly sank into the passage on the ground.
[You kill the third string, Fighting Ghost, and Yiwozuo, and get 18% of the source of the world.]