On the empty plain, Tanjiro looked at Akaza with a deep mark on his neck in front of him.

I accidentally opened the marks just now, so I bravely fought with Akaza for two moves, but now the marks have faded, and fatigue and pain are also conveying everywhere in my body, and the ghost on the opposite side...

"Not bad, not bad, hahaha! Xingshouro is right, you are not a weak person, but a strong person! Come on, fight again!"

Akaza, who was extremely excited, waved her hand with one hand, and the strong wind blew directly on Tanjiro's bangs. After feeling the power in the strong wind, Tanjiro took a deep breath and the sun energy in his body began to become active.

There is no way, only...

A familiar smell suddenly came from his nose, Tanjiro's pupils suddenly shrank, and when he turned around and looked...

The dark sickle blade was like the sky falling from the sky, as if the abyss was full of violent and fierce light. As the sickle blade approached, the light captured by the eyes instantly dropped to only black.

No, it's not that there is only black, it's because the person holding the sickle blade is surrounded by black mist. The mist is pressing down along the sickle blade, and it is truly as oppressive as a natural disaster.

"Yan's breath, type 2, rises to the flames!"

In the world filled with black fog, a flame suddenly burst out, cutting through the darkness from bottom to top, tearing open the dark sky, and slashing the sickle blade with an unyielding aura.

With a clang, Xingshoulang looked at his flying Ridge Sword and Mo Yan who was swinging again and then slashing him.

"The God of Fire, Shenle, Heng-Train!"

The dark dark round slash was slashed against the sun-wheel slash, which was like the sun. As the sparks flew, Mo Yan suddenly tore the round slash to pieces, then swung the abyss magic sickle on the spot, and then turned around and a top-down slash with an angry slash with an explosive sense of oppression was pressed down.

Feeling the power brought by this sickle, Tanjiro and Akatsuro, who had just held the Hibiro Knife, shrank their pupils, and then the second type, rising Yantian and the Fire God Kagura, train directly fought.

Unfortunately, the heat brought by the flames and the fiery sun went out in just a moment. Mo Yan flashed his violent pupils and glanced at the two of them with emotionlessness, then turned around and slashed a sickle to cut a deep blood mark on their chests.

Two thuds.

Akasuro and Tanjiro fell to the ground weakly. Just as they were about to get up, a faint green mark and a damp sense of powerlessness instantly eroded their bodies, which made them collapse to the ground and unable to move.

From Mo Yan's move to the two of them falling to the ground, the whole process was only three seconds, and it was these three seconds that allowed Mo Yan to knock down Tanjiro and Atsuro.

Although Mo Yan is in a violent state and his hands are dead, this is also related to the lack of physical strength between the two. After all, they had just fought Akazu twice. With such physical strength, how could they take Mo Yan's attack?

"Who are you?"

Akaza looked at Mo Yan with a slight squinted eyes because he noticed the surging black fighting spirit on Mo Yan's body and the pressure that made his body tremble.

"Mo Yan, son of the abyss, Mo Yan."

The paint black in the pupils became even thicker, and Mo Yan slowly walked towards Akaza. During this period, Akaza only felt her body trembling slightly, and an uncontrollable trembling feeling made Akaza's eyes appear in unbelievable light.

Is my own grand third trembling because of humans?

Thinking of this, Akaza gritted her teeth and stepped on the ground with her left foot. As the snowflake-shaped needle spread, Akaza stared at Mo Yan who was getting closer.

Suddenly, Mo Yan's figure turned into black mist and drifted away. At the same time, Akaza suddenly thought about waving his fist behind him, but... slow!

Zheng!

The sharp black sickle blade easily slashed Akaza's arm, and attached a Netherworld Seal and a wet buff to it. After that, it cut off the pain at the upper limit of the health.

Akazo's face shook because he found that he had become weaker, and the vitality that was originally surging in his body was now missing. What's even more terrifying is that there seemed to be a special poison on the other party's sickle blade, which made his senses dull.

Resisting the discomfort caused by the dampness, Akaza punched Mo Yan with a backhand and thought of him. The strong wind blew away Mo Yan's bangs, revealing Mo Yan's pupils full of tyranny and murderous intent.

Zheng!

Once again, he cut off Akaza's arm. A powerful man like Mo Yantianke, who fights with his body, is the Netherworld plus the wet double buff, which tastes... tsk tsk tsk.

Holding the Abyss Demon Scythe, Mo Yan didn't say a word of nonsense. The sickle blade slashed Akaza three times in a row, and the knife slashed his body, so that even Akaza, who had turned on the Luo Needle, had never reacted.

The five swords have hit, and the power of the underworld is blooming!

As the fifth layer of Netherworld Seal emerged, Akazo's pupils slowly widened, and then a faint green light suddenly exploded in his body. This time, it directly exploded Akazo's health by 20%, and at the same time weakened the opponent's entire attributes of 40%.

In addition, the previous five-sword attributes were weakened by 25%, and Akazu's total attributes were reduced by 65%, which means that half of the combat power was directly destroyed.

Without words, Mo Yan had no words to say about his opponent who disturbed his meal.

Seeing the crackling sickle blade hitting again with a burst of oppression, Akaza's eyes harshly, and a small half of his body was cut off and rushed into front of Mo Yan, and then a close-range destroyer and killing style directly hit Mo Yan.

boom!

Mo Yan, who was bombarded by Akazo, flew backwards immediately and his health dropped to 75%. This is the third punch of the upper string. Even after weakening 65% of all attributes, he still retains his strong attack power.

"Haha! It's great! Just become a ghost, Mo Yan!"

There was no reply, and there was only the black sickle blade that attacked again. However, this time Akaza switched his playing style. He no longer had a head-on encounter with Mo Yan, but instead bombarded the side of the Abyss Demon Scythe again and again with the speed of his punch, causing the Abyss Demon Scythe to shift to the point where he could not kill him.

During this period, Akaza's immortal power began to surge, and her injuries quickly recovered, and her health value also returned from 31% to 70% of her full state.

Unfortunately, the upper limit of the slashing health of the Abyss Demon Scythe is the biggest nemesis of the creature like ghost.

Another match was made and then separated. Mo Yan held the inner sickle of the Abyss Demon Scythe with both hands and held it in his posture to the rear of the left. Then the dark golden thunder instantly covered the entire Abyss Demon Scythe. With the muffled sound of the thunder, Mo Yan's momentum directly locked onto Akaza.

Feeling Mo Yan's momentum, Akaza's face showed a crazy smile, and the destruction and killing were ready to go.

"Thunder - Speed!"

"Destruction Killing·The Final Style!"

The dark golden thunder instantly crossed a thousand meters away, and the powerful dark blue fist force was torn apart on the way. A dark golden light flashed like thunder, and the muffled thunder gave the ultimate oppression to all the heard creatures.

After the thunder dissipated on his body, Mo Yan shook his hand and put the Abyss Demon Scythe into a different space, and then slowly walked to Akaza, who was still in a state of punching.

"Sorry, you disturbed me for dinner."

As this sentence fell, Akaza's body was instantly torn apart by dark golden thunder, and the terrifying thunder pillar rushed straight into the sky and slowly dissipated after a few seconds.

Picking up the ghost treasure chest on the ground and fighting ghosts, Mo Yan looked at Tanjiro and Atsuro behind him indifferently. As the dawn light slowly rose behind him, Chuchen's scorching sun shone on Mo Yan as if it was swallowed by darkness, leaving only a painted black halo.

With a frown slightly, Mo Yan looked at the jungle in the distance, and then let out a secret roar in dissatisfaction.

It is the pillar that gives me the strongest sense of oppression, why is it him every time?

The black mist pulled Apricot and Tanjiro's Hiroshiro's Rib Knife to his side. Mo Yan cut it into pieces and stared at Tanjiro and Apricot and slowly sank into the passage on the ground.

[You kill the third one of the winding strings, the fighting ghost, Akazo, and you will get 18% of the world's source.]
Chapter completed!