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It is indeed different from more than four hundred years ago.

This time, Jiguoyuanyi didn't even have a complete body more than four hundred years ago, but he had enough time to finish it all slowly with his brother.

So he didn't have to work hard and eagerly to make a new sword like more than four hundred years ago.

He died in the dark to completely slash all his tricks, that is the strongest breathing method that is free from the breath of the sun.

Moon breath.

The dispute between the sun and the moon may be the destined ending.

No matter how fast the sword of the black death Mou was swung, no matter how gorgeous and powerful his tricks were, it was even a magical skill.

However, Ji Guoyuanyi was still able to easily resolve all his tricks by using Sun Breathing Swordsmanship that had not changed for more than four hundred years.

Finally breaking through the last sword of the Year of the Black Death, Yuan Yi sighed faintly, "Two Nine Three" and then said the sentence that he said more than four hundred years ago.

"It's going on, brother.

Because he was unwilling to work with Jiguo Iwakatsu, his elder brother, he always had resistance in his heart, even now, more than four hundred years later.

But the brother who is a ghost is no longer the old brother, but an existence that must be eradicated.

So holding back the great grief in his heart, he wants to end this endless sad fate.

The last knife slashed through the neck of the black car.

The black dead head was cut off in this way.

So fast that he was unable to make any reaction, this ruthless strength gap caused the black death to a complete collapse.

"Why!!!

His beheaded head roared wildly and was burned to ashes by the fiery flames.

Ji Guoyuan thought that it was over, but in the next second he was surprised to see that his brother's body did not disappear, instead he slashed his broken neck with a knife.

Then a head grew from the cut he himself cut.

It was a completely demonized head, completely without a trace of human appearance.

Six eyes occupy almost the entire head, and one mouth is full of sharp convex teeth.

At the same time, the body of the Black Death Year began to change, and the height continued to increase. The horns of the evil spirits grew like two joints like bamboo shoots, and the whole body was approaching a more perfect shape.

The sharp bone spurs pierced from the joints, and the red Madara pattern spread across the body.

Behind him are several bone spurs with barbed spurs, which are actually controllable bones that grow out of his spine abruptly, which can freely change into any kind of knife that he wants.

This is a weapon that exists entirely for combat.

Even if he is no longer considered a ghost in Yuanyi's cognition, Ji Guo Yuanyi has never seen such a ghost even though he was born five hundred years ago as a peerless swordsman.

For some reason, he had overcome the weakness that ghosts would die if their heads were cut off by the Sunwheel Sword.

Even his powerful sword can't kill it easily.

He is already the second ghost dance without misfortune.

"Success-I succeeded! No one can kill me anymore! Fate! Did you see it!!"

Hei Si Mou exuded a terrifying spirit, and even turbulent to the entire Infinite City.

Naruto and Guiwu, who were still far away from here, were faintly shaken. They realized that where Hei Si Mou was, there was bound to be a earth-shattering duel.

"My life-not sad!"

An alien blade changed in the hands of Black Death Mou.

"Moon's Breath·Seven Types of Erjing·Moon Reflection!"

He slashed to the ground, and five powerful forces broke through the surface and rushed towards Jiguoyuanyi, like an invisible blade that cut everything.

This attack was obviously a qualitative improvement over the previous tricks, even Yuanyi stared at it solemnly, and then swung the sword to use Hizhi's Breath.

"The Breath of the Sun, One Type, Round Dance.

Although it is only the most common one type, it is very different in his hands and Tanjirou and even Tanjirou's hands.

This move has become a part of his body, just like waving his own hand. People can make countless hand movements between waves.

In order to achieve the corresponding purpose, spreading the palm of the hand is a slap, and raising the hand of the Master is a fist.

Therefore, the round dance of the one type can also produce huge changes in his hands.

It's not about whether he made these changes, but about how to respond automatically as long as he encounters the corresponding situation.

For more than four hundred years, Hei Si Mou has exercised his tactics to hundreds of thousands of variants, but when Ji Guoyuanyi’s tactics were created from the very beginning, they meant infinite.

Therefore, to fight the infinite with finiteness, that is a future that is destined to have no ending...

Yuan Yi cut five attacks with this knife, then jumped into the air, crossed the damaged ground, and reached the front of the Black Death Army.

The skeleton's body is facing down and Yuan is face to face, and for a moment it seems that time has stopped.

His knife burned with a fiery flame, even if he only felt the temperature on it, Hei Si Mou was trembling all over.

"The breath of the sun, the ring-shaped setting sun turns around."

At the moment of turning around, the fragrance fell completely, and everything fell silent.

Even if the black death Mou has thousands of swordsmanship and tens of thousands of swords, he can't avoid the sword that Ji Guoyuan seriously killed.

His head was cut off again.

This time Black Death Mou cut the wound without hesitation, because he knew very well that his brother Ji Guoyuanyi's stab wound could not be recovered.

Only by completely removing and isolating the wound from the body, and the speed must be fast enough, can we barely cope with this force.

The head grew out of the wound again, as if, just like what he said, human knives could no longer kill him.

But after Guoyuan Yi settled down steadily, he didn't feel the slightest panic.

On the contrary, the fear in Mou's heart became stronger and stronger.

He is no longer the Jiguo Yansheng of the past, but the Jiguoyuanyi in front of him is still the invincible Jiguoyuanyi.

This sense of fear quickly disappeared again.

Because the facts will prove that once any thing worthy of fear is experienced more, it will become 5.9 as usual.

Even if it was the head cut off.

Following the border of the country-the sword followed by one sword, as long as the sword came from beheaded, it could not be evaded and contended.

As long as he wants to, the black death Mou will fall to the ground.

It doesn't matter how many he grows.

At this time, in the heart of the black death, there is only one feeling left, and that is unwilling.

To the extreme unwillingness.

It seems that it has been fermented in the body like an old wine for five hundred years. When there was a gap with Yuanyi at the beginning, it was that feeling.

Tears slipped from his six eye sockets.

Why--even if only once, as long as he can defeat him even once, he won't be able to do so.

But it can't be done at all!

What is the significance of these four hundred years of suffering!

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