Chapter 802: Oni Mai Tsuji miserable!

boom! ! !

At this moment, almost endless light curtain missiles, centered on Yiwozao,

erupted in all directions, and most of them were concentrated on the front,

bombarding in the direction of true rice.

At about the same time, the sword in Zhen Gan's hand swayed in the void with

afterimages, and the afterimages were glowing with white light, like pieces of

snowflakes flying in the air.

These small, inconspicuous snowflakes floated toward the front, coming in

contact with the bombardment of Yiwozao's stunt.

Rumble!

The terrifying explosion completely covered an area tens of meters in radius,

and the ground nearby was violently shaking and shaking, as if it were about

to collapse.

The snowflakes are in contact with the beams of light and shadow, and each

contact is like the blooming of a lotus flower, exploding the brilliance.

finally.

The snowflakes of Zhenwan are even better, annihilating all the light bullets,

leaving a few bits of them, spreading to the pit seat and covering the area

where he is.

The entire area criss-crossed in an instant, like countless nets, arranged

from top to bottom, I don't know how many clear rays of light entangle each

other.

It is also at this moment.

Chanel, who has been waiting for her chance, makes a move!

At this moment when Yiwoza's body was completely destroyed, and could only

repair her body quickly and there was no time to make other movements, Chanel

accompanied Huaying and went straight in front of Yiwoza.

"No, you have to use your boxing skills quickly..."

"It's too late..."

Yiwoza tried his best to regroup the disintegrated body, and tried to resist

with a fist, but it was this gap that Chane had been waiting for.

laugh!

Yiwoza's fist finally slowed down a bit, and could not stop Chanahui's

movements. Chanahui, like an elf in a flower, swept over Yiwoza's body with

petals.

A clear blood line appeared on Yiwozao's neck.

This is the attack of the Sunwheel Sword.

"finally……"

Sweat dripped from Chana's forehead, and finally she was slightly relieved and

looked back.

but.

The scene that made her palpitations appeared.

The head of Yiwozao that was about to fall was suddenly caught by his hands

and pressed against the broken neck abruptly. The flesh and blood around the

neck were squirming, as if they were about to continue to be connected

together.

"It's not over yet!"

"I haven't lost yet, I can still become stronger!"

Yiwozuo roared.

Is this the end of the martial arts that has been painstakingly studied for

hundreds of years? Do not! He won't recognize it, he can become stronger, he

won't fall here!

Apart from sunlight, the only weakness of ghosts is the neck.

As long as the ghost's neck is cut off with the Sunwheel Knife, the ghost will

perish. This is an unchanging law. As long as he is still a ghost, he cannot

exceed this limit.

but.

this moment.

Yiwozuo's will, focused on becoming stronger, has not changed once in hundreds

of years, and burst out with unprecedented power, causing the boundary of the

ghost to be broken at this moment!

"Flower Breath·Type Two——"

"Yu Yingmei!"

Chanel slashed away with a sword.

Although she didn't know why Yiwoza was cut off by her neck and still didn't

fall down, she instinctively sensed that an unknown change had occurred in

Yiwoza.

The turbulent ghost energy of Yiwozuo seems to be changing into another state

at this moment, as if it is about to change into another completely different

creature!

Huh! Huh!

Brilliance flashed.

He pressed his head on the Yiwo seat with both hands, and his head was

abruptly torn to pieces by Chana's sword light.

"I won't fall here."

"I want to become stronger than anyone in this world!"

Although his head was crushed, Yiwozao's will still controlled his body and

prompted the further explosion of that change.

The fracture in the neck no longer bleeds, healed by peristalsis, and began to

peristalize upwards, trying to recover a new head!

this moment.

Yiwoza broke the boundaries of ghosts!

Just like human beings break the boundaries of the transparent world, Yiwoza

has also broken the limit that belongs to ghosts. At this moment, he has

reached his strongest state on all timelines!

If the previous Yiwoza was weaker than the second Tong Mo of the winding, now

he has overcome the weakness of the ghost's neck, and is no longer weaker than

the Tong Mo, even close to the black death mo of the winding one!

How strong is Black Death Mou?

In the final decisive battle, the strongest pillar in the transparent world,

Meimingyu Xingming, was opened, plus Tokito Wuichiro who had awakened his

sword from death, plus the Madara pattern, holding an incomplete sword The

pillar of the wind is immortal Kawamiya, plus an immortal Kawamiya who masters

the power of ghosts with a human body.

Combining the power of the four people is still not the opponent of Black

Death Mou!

Hei Si Mou finally died in battle, completely because his heart was shaken,

otherwise he would be able to destroy almost all the pillars by himself.

How strong is Tong Mo?

Only the blood ghost technique created an ice clone can burst out the strength

to completely suppress the column level, and such a clone Tongmo can create

five or six at will!

And this moment.

Yiwoza has also risen to this level.

If in the previous Yiwozao, a transparent world-class swordsman can fight him,

then three are needed now. One transparency level is no longer his opponent,

and the transparency level cannot give him practical meaning. It hurts, and

you must be able to use the ultimate means-Hedao.

...

About the same time.

Somewhere in Kyoto, in a luxurious garden, a handsome young man reading a book

suddenly stopped, and raised his head, his eyes flashed with surprise.

His current identity is the young master of a certain noble family, and his

real identity is-Guiwu Tsuji Wu Mi!

"Yiwozi..."

"As expected of my subordinate, you didn't let me down."

Wu Mian showed a slight smile.

He has always given a lot of preferential treatment to Yiwozu. For example,

Yiwozu may not kill women, he may not eat women, and he can act on his own

preferences.

Given so many preferential treatments, it is entirely because he has the

aptitude of Yiwozuo, who feels that Yiwozuo has the kind of aptitude that can

go further and break the boundaries.

Now Yiwoza didn't let him down.

Wu Sui closed his eyes slightly.

As the king of ghosts, all ghosts are transformed by absorbing his blood, and

he can also read the memory of any ghost directly and remotely through blood.

He was a little curious, what happened to Yiwozuo, suddenly broke that

boundary, overcame the weakness of the ghost, and became a more powerful

being.

It's okay not to read the memory.

After reading this, most of the original joy disappeared immediately.

Wu Mian opened his eyes again, and his eyes became a little gloomy.

"Why do you always show up the guy who is right with me!"

He saw the memories and pictures of the battle between Yiwozao and Zhencan.

A human swordsman!

A swordsman who does not use the breathing method, but has practiced pure

swordsmanship to the utmost, with powerful strength!

Normally, a swordsman who does not practice the breathing method is not that

strong at all, and it is difficult to reach the level of the ghost of the

string.

It is precisely because of the emergence of the breathing method that there is

a ghost killing team that can fight ghosts today.

And the birth of breathing method originated from the man who still feared

him, Ji Guoyuanyi!

But now.

Another swordsman appeared and told him that if he didn't practice the

breathing method and followed the pure style of swordsmanship, he could have a

powerful strength comparable to the ghost of the wind!

This reminded him of Ji Guoyuan Yi, and it also made him feel very angry.

"Besides Breathing Swordsman, another genre will appear? No, Breathing

Swordsman is annoying enough, I can't allow another genre to appear!"

Wu Mian's eyes became cold.

He looked out the window.

"Call the Twelve Ghost Moon!"

"Yes!"

There was a voice from the empty corridor.