Chapter 638 Performance (Thanks to Pan Qianshan Yan Wanhai for Being the Leader Again)

The flames rise.

Under the struggle between the sword blade and the ghost gold rod, the beautiful face was covered inch by inch, engulfing the woman's figure, and she was burning...

But it seems so comfortable.

It's like that's how it should be.

It's just... after tearing apart the disguise, one can liberate one's true nature.

The beauty and glamor will be burned away, and all that will remain is the ferocity and ferocity that is like a leisurely stroll toward death.

At that moment, a long-lost uneasiness emerged in Guo Ying's heart.

Feel the huge power surging under the ghost golden rod...

"Ah, shameless man!"

The blond bosozoku in the distance was furious, waving the chain and roaring, filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much, to pour gasoline on such a beautiful woman!"

"Wake up, Barney, no one would pour gasoline on something like that."

The Shixue Night Worry Ghost's expression was stiff, and sweat dripped down from his forehead, almost smearing his heavy makeup like a heavy metal singer's. It was hard to believe the scene in front of me, and it was also hard to believe my own guess.

"That was...an explosion of firepower."

Yes, literally – fire! force! Complete! open!

The darkness in the flames rises and riots.

There was a loud roar.

The sword blade was pushed upward inch by inch, and actually pushed back the heavy ghost gold rod!

The huge force that exploded in an instant made the stone slab under the Ghost Monk's feet unable to withstand the exaggerated force. It shattered and his huge body slid backwards.

The burning blade of resentment pursues, moves forward, slashes!

A bone-deep gash was cut out of the ghost monk's distorted face, almost scratching out one of his eyes.

Guo Ying screamed in pain, waving the ghost gold stick indiscriminately, and staggered back.

But Huaishi didn't pursue her any more, she just stood there, opened her mouth, and a stream of source flames burst out from her mouth and nose to vent her restlessness.

"I've seen this before, it's Godzilla!"

Before Barney could react, he excitedly pulled on his elder brother's sleeve, "Brother, look, Godzilla! The nuclear monster... actually has a girl form!"

"What a ghost!"

Shixue Yeyougui felt that he was going crazy, and he envied his brother's thick lines from the bottom of his heart.

Can't you see it yet, Barney!

From just now to now, that monster-like woman has not even tried her best!

She was just playing with her prey...

On the same spot, Huai Shi stared at the enemy not far away and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling frightened for a while.

so close!

Just now, he almost subconsciously used Yubu and Drummer to pursue...

Wouldn’t that expose the secret?

The over-limit state acts on the inside. There is no clue about it on the outside, but it can be used secretly. But whether it's Drummer's Heavenly Collapse or Yu Bu's Shrinkage, they are almost all signature techniques.

Not to mention the Long Xiang chord that I only have in the world.

Once he uses other signature weapons and moves, he may be exposed.

Since returning from hell, the news of the crow's transformation has been sealed within the teaching and research department and is not known to outsiders. After all, it is the result left by the Sun Forger, and it is kept secret from the outside world.

But if he dared to take out Beelzebub and shoot it, the local astronomical club in Yingzhou would probably come to visit him in two hours and invite him to a ten-day trip to the deep mountain hot springs.

Fortunately, if it's just the playing method, outsiders who don't know the inside will not be able to tell the clues.

But the problem is... I am not good at using this kind of Yingzhou knife.

He lowered his head and looked at the resentment whispering in his hands.

He shook his head regretfully.

It's not that he is completely ignorant, but he instinctively knows how to use knives and weapons of this length. Use the most versatile mechanics to control.

Other than that, nothing.

What kind of sword Zen, what kind of zanshin, what kind of Zhezu, Qiai, Keikan... not to mention the specializations, mysteries and special skills of this style and that style.

Using this method, there will be no difference if the weapon in hand is replaced by an iron rod, a sword of virtue, or an axe.

What a shame.

He waved the sword blade in his hand casually and moved forward step by step, approaching his opponent.

If not, it doesn't matter, just use it as something else.

collapse!

A loud roar suddenly erupted from the air.

The sweep of the ghost golden rod was actually defeated by Huai Shi's sway, and it trembled violently, as if it was about to fly out of Guo Ying's hand.

Buzzing.

It seemed that what Huai Shi struck was not a sword blade at all, but a terrifyingly heavy hammer!

incredible.

Just waving it casually set off a hurricane, and the low sound of the sword blade piercing the air was like a huge weight being swayed casually. But then, it became light and agile, silent, like a dagger that could not feel the slightest sound of wind.

The long-lost use of source material.

In the past, the quality of the Ax of Wrath could be applied to the dagger, but now it is not surprising that the weight of the Hammer of Pain can be placed on the Blade of Resentment.

It's just a simple on-the-spot application when facing such a heavy blunt weapon.

In the moment of silence, the sword blade in the fire slashed randomly, and the sounds of breaking through the air overlapped, as if it had become a sonorous and powerful rhythm.

A passionate and powerful four-four beat.

This is a weird illusion that only the person involved can experience, and it is also an experience that Guo Ying has never had in his life.

If this burly ghost monk had walked into the concert hall or the performance scene even once, he would have understood that it was just a prelude before the grand symphony was about to come, signaling the arrival of the storm.

Sophora japonica poems, cut songs.

The performance is about to begin.

At that moment, the corners of Guo Ying's eyes suddenly twitched, as if a cold wind was coming. For no reason, and so incomprehensible, he actually heard an hallucinatory roar...

This is a dangerous harbinger of intuition.

"Did you hear that?"

In my ears, a hoarse and deep voice suddenly came: "That's the loud noise announcing the arrival of dawn."

As the sword blade was raised, the burning figure stepped forward step by step, and before he knew it, it was already close at hand. Although he is obviously so thin and slender compared to the burly giant monk, it is as if he is looking down from a high place.

Maybe she said something else, but the result in her shock was not clear at all.

Only the last two words were heard.

She said, "Stand still."

At that moment, a loud noise broke out.

A mighty roar suddenly swept across and spread from her hands.

Because the flaming sword blade had been raised, held by both hands, aimed at his face, and slashed downwards!

In a nutshell, it is just the 'Tang Bamboo' type that is very common in swordsmanship.

She raised her weapon, pointed it at the enemy, used all her strength, and slashed from top to bottom. But now, when she held the handle of the resentful knife tightly, even the rising flames began to dance hastily.

Before the majestic melody that was about to be played, people retreated in panic.

The unprecedented coldness instantly enveloped Guo Ying's soul, causing him to hold up the ghost gold rod with both hands without thinking and hold it in front of him.

Then, everything went dark.

It looked like being hit head-on by a truck.

He was horrified by the huge power that exploded in an instant, and couldn't believe that that short figure actually contained such a terrifying full blow.

The ghost golden stick screamed shrilly and trembled.

But this terrible blow was blocked by him after all! As a monk from Mount Hiei, an evil spirit who has fallen into the impure path has already engraved his instinct on how to fight.

Without thinking, the next step is to seize this brief gap and launch a counterattack.

He used his hands, feet, fists, tramples, and grabbed her head with his own five fingers, and then crushed it violently. Then use the ghost gold rod to completely smash it into a pulp.

This is how it should be.

That's how it should be.

But now... what is happening in front of him is completely different from what he imagined!

Because just after that violent blow ended, what waited for him was not the precious breathing time, but another terrifying crisis.

It's like flowing clouds and flowing water again.

The fallen blade was raised again, and with the firm grasp of both hands, holding on to this overwhelming power, he used all his strength to slash downward again!

The second blow without pause!

The ghost golden rod shook violently and screamed. Guo Ying's fingers suddenly cracked and cracked, trembling slightly.

And just as the loud noise spread, without even leaving any room to breathe, he saw the blade raised for the third time, raised high, aimed at his face, and slashed!

The third strike!

The loud noise before the victory erupted again, and the shock spread. Guo Ying suddenly felt a violent lethargy and couldn't breathe. A trace of cyan appeared on the ferocious face with double horns.

I feel like I'm about to suffocate...

How can it be?

It's hard to understand, and I can't understand why there are still such crude tricks, why there is no gap in the opponent's attack, and there is not even any disorder in the breath.

It was as if what he was facing was not a human being, but something made of steel that was better than a human being.

At that moment, he finally understood.

From the violent figure in the flames, something invisible could be seen. It was an incredibly huge weapon, a huge cannon that was like the crystallization of war.

Only shelling can sum up this unreasonable and terrifying impact.

When the reverberations of countless loud noises lingered in one place, reverberating in his hard bones, and finally reaching his brain, they turned into a magnificent symphonic melody like an illusion.

This is a legendary movement written by Tchaikovsky to resist Roman aggression and praise the victory of the Patriotic War.

It uses a mighty symphony to interpret the tragedy and tragedy of war. In the end, with the sound of cannons descending from the sky, the invaders were declared dead and victory came!

——"Overture "1812" in E flat major"

Now, accompanied by a hallucinatory rendition of the melody.

The solemn bombardment has begun!

In the distance, the Bosozoku brothers from Edo were already shocked by this horrific sight.

Like an evil god descending from hell, the flaming figure wielded a sword and struck with thunder and loud noises.

One sword, two swords, three swords

The high-pitched chirps overlapped and turned into a loud noise of heavy rain.

Every blow makes the giant ghost's body in front of him tremble and frighten, but the next blow will bring a new level of despair and haze.

The chopping and slashing like a cannon attack never ends.

Without mercy, without weakness, without any pause...inflicting cruel punishment on the demon in front of him!

Until he is completely reduced to ashes and crushed into dregs!

The update is a bit late, because I read a few chapters of "Blade Tooth" based on it - Semicircle, it's really scary!