Hei Shitmu had six eyes and murderous intent. He held the hilt with his backhand and pulled it out of the scabbard with force. The scabbard, which was originally half a person, actually pulled out a long sword that was nearly two meters long. There were three sickle-like blades on the blade. The blade was covered with eyes, and the body was dark red, looking like a metal branch from hell...

He said coldly: "The moon's breathing ten shapes, slash the face, Luoyue!"

Holding the hilt in both hands, he swung hard, and two circular sword energy with a diameter of two meters flew into the cross-travel! The circular sword energy was also surrounded by large and small waning moon-shaped sword energy. Wherever he passed, the ground seemed to be cut into pieces...

Xiao Zhi looked at the majestic sword energy.

He said: "Among those who fight me, in terms of martial arts, you should be the strongest. My move cannot stop you."

Heihei Mu said coldly: "If you can die under my sword, you should be in peace."

Xiao Zhi held the sword and looked forward with his palm: "Bounce!"

The two sharp huge sword energy turned back at a faster speed, and cut off Heihei Mou's arms on the spot, which made him so shocked that his eyes widened: "What method did you use? This is not a martial art, right..."

The cut-off arm grew out instantly, and grabbed the sword in the air. The sword had grown into a ghost blade the moment it was pulled out. His breath was crazy and irritable: "The moon's breath is fourteen, the sky is full of thin moon!" The blade suddenly rose six or seven meters, swept across, and vowed to cut him in half...

The task of this world is to be the strongest.

Xiao Zhi's magic power also surged. The black and white aura of Yin and Yang Sword entangled each other. The sword blade slashed through the palm of his hand and was stained with blood. He wrote a talisman like lightning in the air, and took two steps quickly to make a throwing shape! The Yin and Yang Sword shot out quickly with the talisman. When the ghost blade was only two centimeters away from the neck, Hei Shi Mu was the first to get the attack, and the Yin and Yang Sword pierced into his neck and nailed it to the wall!

Hei Shijimu's ghost blade returned to its original state and rubbed Xiao Zhi's neck by. He wanted to pull out the sword on his neck, but the yin and yang energy on it seemed to be born to restrain ghosts. He held it up and his palms were ulcerated and charred at a speed visible to the naked eye. His arm muscles kept swelling and bursting, and Xiao Zhi landed in front of him, and his two fingers of the middle of the food and the middle of the food and the middle of the eye drew a Tai Chi diagram between his eyebrows and tried harder: "Go with peace of mind, it doesn't make any more effort..."

Looking at the slowly turning black and grayed out of black.

Um?

Boom!!!

The room was torn apart!!!

The pillars fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Xiao Zhi slowly turned around in the thick smoke to look at the person in front of him: "Musa Kitsuba, taking the initiative is not a coward like you... Have you finally figured out that you came to die?"

Muzan Kimuzan had already broken down the poison that Butterfly Ninjae had injected into his body. At this moment, he was not as fashionable and elegant as usual. He was wearing only a pair of trousers. The muscles on his upper body were expanding disproportionately, and he had mouths full of fangs! The cold breath continued to spread, and he said, "I don't understand, we don't know each other, why can't we get along with me?"

His right hand kept changing shape, sometimes like a bird's claw, sometimes like a bear's paw: "Yaozai of the Ghost Killing Team claims to be a descendant of the same bloodline as me. Because I became a ghost, they were cursed from heaven, and the child was easily killed when he was born! It's ridiculous. If there were really gods and Buddhas, why could I still live safely and even live a good life after killing thousands of people over the years?"

Xiao stopped!

Draw the Yin-Yang Sword with the left hand and the Yin-Yang Sword with the right hand!

The whole person ran almost against the ground, shook a sword flower and stabbed Kimuzan's face! The mutated arm's flesh and blood surged, and the Yin-Yang Sword that had tried and tested the spirit actually felt a trace of resistance. Boom, the arm was broken! Kimuzan's hero cut off his arm, discarded his arm, and opened the distance between the two...

The expression in his eyes was unstable, and his arm grew again: "You are neither breathing nor ghost skills nor martial arts. If you guessed correctly, it should be a legendary spell... I thought the ancients were afraid of natural phenomena and made up various ghosts and gods to explain it, and then made up illusory spells to bring a sense of security to themselves, but I didn't expect it to exist! In today's battle, I admit defeat, and this infinite city belongs to you!"

Xiao Zhi said: "What do I want to break the city? Your life is the best!"

Muzan Kimuzan also expected that Xiao Zhi was difficult to deal with. His texture was squirming wildly, and a large number of tentacles grew on his back to fill the entire room and pounced on Xiao Zhi!

Sword Net!!

The sword light intertwined into a net to cover the past, and the pure magic power helped cut the tentacles into pieces.

Muzan Kibutsuji fights unintentionally. His obsession is immortality. He can live without fear of the sun and be like a normal person. However, Xiao Zhi in front of him doesn’t know what kind of mental illness he has, and he has to take his own life. If he doesn’t use that move, it will be difficult to escape unscathed. However, if he uses it, his own strength will drop significantly. I don’t know how many humans he has to swallow if he wants to restore his current strength.

Fight? Retreat?

Retreat! Spells are something that he has never seen before. He doesn't like changes, nor does he like strange things!

His body shattered on the spot, turning into hundreds of pieces of meat and flew into all directions. When he was forced into a dead end by Guoyuan, he used this trick to escape the disaster. As the first ghost, his recovery ability was extremely powerful. Even if he was crushed to pieces, as long as there was still a piece of meat.

He can slowly recover to his complete body appearance.

Seeing this, Xiao Zhi: "You fled without fighting, why am I so embarrassed to take on the title of the strongest? Fortunately, I have prepared a matching gift for you!" He grabbed two large plastic bags of soybeans from his pocket, and sprinkled them around like a scattered flower! Kimuzan Muzan had enough meat pieces, but Xiao Zhi's two plastic bags had about one pound, and there were thousands of beans inside...

He opened his mouth and bit his palm and waved it hard: "Use my yang blood to sprinkle beans into soldiers, ghosts and monsters, there is nowhere to hide!" The blood flew around every soybean, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a pocket-small figure of five centimeters tall. They were different from the usual bean soldiers. Their pupils were filled with orange-yellow light, and they were very quick. They shouted violently, and they tore open the slices of meat scattered on the ground with bare hands...

He used Yang blood to sprinkle beans into a soldier, and Muzan Kiri suffered the loss of restraint.

Thousands of bean soldiers were fierce and wiped out all the pieces of meat in just a few breaths. As Xiao Zhi heard a loud killing impression, he was a little embarrassed. The awesome Kimuzan Muzan actually died, and died in such an awkward and frustrated way!

The space is twisted, and familiar pieces of paper fall down.

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