"What did you say?"

After hearing a few words from the ghosts, Akaza's expression became extremely terrifying.

His body disappeared instantly. Before the group of ghosts could react, they appeared in front of them, reached out to grab one of them by the neck, and raised it directly and questioned.

"What does traitor mean! Why am I considered a traitor?"

The power of the winding ghost burst out.

The upper-string ghost has natural blood crushing against the lower-level ghost.

Even though his body was possessed by Hora, Wusan's blood still existed after all. Just this strike made other ghosts breathless and could only tremble.

But what is interesting is that the ghost mentioned by Akaza happens to be an extraordinary existence.

One of the lower strings, nightmare dreams.

A ghost with an extremely bad personality but extremely loyal to Wusan.

Even the other ghosts were unable to move by Akaza's momentum and even had no sense of resistance, Yan Meng showed a feminine smile.

"Hahaha, that's right, Lord Wusan has ordered someone to get rid of his control and to execute this traitor. It seems that it's you."

"It's just this reason"

Akaza was a little unbelievable.

At this moment, Yanmeng put his right hand on Akaza's hand.

"That's right, that's right, those who betray Lord Wusan should just stop themselves. They can die without pain. This is the gift from Lord Wusan to you."

Puchi!

Before he could finish his words, Akaza punched Yan Meng's head.

His eyes looked extremely cold.

"Tsk, although I don't know what happened, do you think a mere stern ghost can have an impact on me?"

That's right, just now, Yan Meng had already activated his blood ghost technique.

His blood ghost technique is very unique, and its main purpose is hypnosis. He kills enemies in dreams, and its effect is compulsory.

But it’s a pity that how could the blood ghost technique of the lower string ghost have an effect on the upper string ghost? Akaza’s will torture through hard work is not something that can be shaken by just hypnosis.

However, although Yan Meng's move did not hurt Akaza, it successfully aroused his anger.

"Bastard, you guys are only at this level. The weak should die. My battle has just begun!"

With the sound of cold sounds, the fate of several ghosts was also destined.

Destroy the Eight-level core of the ghost-killing core!

The rapid eight combos covered Akaza's surroundings at the same time, completely attacking the four ghosts.

Suddenly, the body of the ghost was split into pieces like a clay sculpture.

The blood flew with pink minced meat, dyeing the earth under the night sky a layer of blood.

Generally speaking, ghosts have strong self-healing power, and they cannot kill the opponent unless they use the Sun or Sun Wheel Sword.

But the blood ghost technique, which is both ghosts, can kill ghosts.

Akaza's blood ghost technique is his martial arts that he has been practicing for many years. Faced with this level of attack, the ghost of the lower string cannot even react.

"Did you just recognize me as betrayal? Lord Wu Cang, Muzan Muzan!"

Obviously, Akaza is in a bad mood, even after killing all the ghosts.

But he ignored these things because he had more important things to do.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and the guy who is in the way has been solved, and we are the only ones left."

Akaza slowly walked towards Akatsura.

The anger in his eyes has been replaced by fighting spirit.

"Your name is reported. If you have this level of fighting spirit, you will definitely not be an unknown person."

"I am the Fire Pillar, Purgatory Apricot!"

Even though Akaza's behavior of killing the Shin-Shin Ghost was seen throughout, Akasara reported his name without hesitation.

"Oh, interesting. The pillar I killed before has no flame pillar yet."

Akaza looked at Akara Sasuko. As a warrior, he had already noticed Akara Sasuko's fighting spirit.

"You can tell at a glance that you are very strong. Your fighting spirit has been tempered for a long time and is close to the highest realm. Moreover, it is a bit similar to that guy's fighting spirit. No, it should be said that he and you have some common traits."

"That guy? Have you ever met other ghost hunters?"

"Well, it's a guy in a white coat. He has a strong martial arts skills, but he retreated in the end. He didn't put his hope on himself. Instead, he was so ugly with the help of boring external objects. He couldn't be called a strong man, you can."

"So that's it, is it thunder?"

Akatsura couldn't help but hold the Hibiro Knife tightly.

Anger appeared in his heart.

Relf can be considered half of his disciple. Although he does not have the status of a master and apprentice, his master and apprentice have long been confirmed.

After hearing the bad news suddenly, Akatsura's mood can be imagined.

But he did not move rashly, and even his breathing was not disordered.

As a pillar, he didn't know how many of his companions died. He knew that indifferent rage was ineffective, and those who survived could only inherit the wishes of their predecessors and continue moving forward.

"Speaking of this, I have a good suggestion, how about you becoming a ghost."

Akaza suddenly changed her style and raised such a topic.

"Humans will get sick and die, so be a ghost, Akatsura, so whether it is a hundred or two hundred years, you can constantly temper yourself and become stronger!"

"You must have said these words to him, right?"

Akane's tone did not change at all.

He slowly pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife and answered word by word.

"His answer is mine!"

"Sure enough, not only is it fighting spirit, but also the answer is the same? Come on!"

It seemed like the signal gun fired by the referee in the sports field. At almost the same time, ghosts and people started moving at the same time.

The fire of karma that has been tempered for a hundred years collided with the fiery fire in the darkness.

It was like the battle a few days ago, but this time it was a battle between warriors.

The battle begins

At the same time, on the cliff not far from here, Relf, ​​dressed in white, looked up from a high view.

The wind in the night blew the ends of his hair.

After a long time, he spoke.

"Zaruba, are you sure?"

Well, that guy's smell is very unique, but now he seems to be fighting with people again.

"So let's go!"

The knight turned and left the cliff, and the wind blew the corner of his clothes.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the red scabbard flashed by.

The young knight embarked on the first step of his journey.
Chapter completed!