Click - click -
The hemp rope extended for a section down the deep valley.
Kamiyagawa jumped off the cliff with a leap of faith, turned around in the air with the help of the pull of the hemp rope, and stepped on the steep and slippery rock wall with his feet.
It's just that this level of pulling will not cause any burden on his body at all.
Using his feet to push off the cliff, Kamiya swung away from the edge of the cliff and controlled the hemp rope to extend again.
After jumping like this several times, he can successfully reach the valley below.
It only took about three minutes for Kamiya to reach the middle of the cliff with steady movements.
"It's pretty easy."
He looked toward the valley below and could clearly see the dark, solid ground.
Just when Kamiya was about to continue heading down, he suddenly felt a different kind of breath and heard a voice coming from high above his head.
Click, click.
It was like a sharp metallic sound made by two sharp blades rubbing against each other.
Kamiyakawa raised his head suddenly.
About ten meters above him, a huge red scissor was crawling on the steep cliff!
The red scissors clung to the damp, untenable cliff like a gecko.
Under the scissors, is... the palm of your hand?
Or that thing can't be called a palm.
Pale flesh and blood were pieced together and piled up to form the shape of a huge hand, with a few swollen fingers firmly clamping the ends of the scissor handle. At the same time, there were more pale palms of a smaller size, pieced together under the main body's big hand.
Countless fingers, like the abdominal legs of a multi-legged creature, are densely clinging to the cliff.
The black rock walls, red scissors, and pale flesh are all distinct in color among the clouds and mist in the valley, making them particularly eye-catching.
Click, click!
The two rusty blades opened and closed, but they kept making extremely sharp sounds.
"What is this?"
When did it appear there?
At the moment of Kamiya's surprise, the giant suture hand lying on the rock wall, holding the scissors, crawled darkly and quickly, "click, click, click" towards the "Hanged Man's Rope Reins"!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Kamiya grabbed the "hanged man's rope reins" and jerked his wrist.
The rough hemp rope above loosened the black boulder that bound it, making a "crack" sound and quickly shrinking downwards.
Click!
The two blades of the rusty giant scissors intertwined, but they were barely dodged by the [The Hanged Man's Rope Reins] that shrank towards the Divine Valley.
As a result, the props were barely saved.
However, the Divine Valley is still hanging in mid-air at this time.
Without the protection of the safety rope, his body became heavy and fell rapidly towards the valley.
The strong wind whistled in my ears, and in my foggy vision, the monster figure composed of scissors and palms lying high on the cliff was quickly pulled away.
Gala Gala——
The sound of the skeletal fascia stretching came from the right side of Kamiya's weightless body.
The ghost face tattoo pattern on his shoulder blades became distorted. Although the red face and fangs were ferocious and domineering, it was also a bit coquettish, becoming more and more vivid and ready to appear.
Ibaraki's hand whizzed out of thin air, and the dark ghost scales wrapped in black light and red halo rustled, arranged closely, and were wrapped in black light and red halo, reflecting the violent glimmer.
Under the appearance of Ghost Hands Tyrant Kong Wu, there are invisible muscle textures, but the smooth lines seem to be formed by fine meandering rivers. It is strong and full of power, but also has a strange femininity.
This strange external arm opened its claws and grabbed at the dark cliff.
The cliffs are steep and slippery, making it impossible to hold on.
But the claws of the ghost hand were firmly embedded in the depth of the solid rock, causing a teeth-trembling sharp friction sound, which also slowed down the fall of the divine valley.
It fell a few meters more.
The ghost hand that had been embedded in the rock wall exerted force again, and the violent claws pinched the rock fragments and flew away.
Although the connection between Kamiyagawa and Onishou was only through the tattoo on the shoulder blade, they were integrated. This time, he finally stopped his falling trend.
Let him hover in mid-air.
Looking down again, it was only five or six meters away from the ground.
This height might be enough to kill a demon hunter, but it was nothing to the current Kamiyagawa.
Letting go of the ghost's hand, he landed lightly on the valley floor.
Compared with swinging down step by step with the help of a safety rope, the process of grabbing the cliff with ghost hands and playing the "jumping machine" is obviously a bit too exciting.
However, Kamiyagawa had already played similar extreme sports with Sister Ohara from the Hearse Group many times.
Psychologically I can bear it quite well.
After landing, he was not injured.
so close!
Fortunately, I saved a hand.
In a physical sense.
"Ah——Hum——"
After one round of Ah Hum breath.
With two "clang" sounds, the sword buzzed.
Kamiyakawa raised his head and pulled out the Onikiri and Dojiri at the same time, with a fierce light shining in his shrunken pupils.
I have to ask for an explanation from that ugly thing lying on the cliff!
Click - click!
The red scissor blades, which were still high up on the cliff, opened and closed again and again with a hint of probing.
Its palm body, which was made of pale flesh and blood, was slightly raised. When it grasped the palm of the huge body of the scissors, a single eye suddenly opened.
The red eyeballs swirled erratically in their sockets, and finally they glanced down, and their eyes fell on the Kamiya River below the deep valley.
Then, the countless swollen fingers under its body swung, and as if walking on flat ground, it raised its giant scissors and rushed towards the valley below!
Reluctant to give up, this thing obviously has no intention of letting Kamiya go.
"Its breath is exactly the same as the breath of this space. No wonder I noticed it when I was so close." Kamiya held two famous demon-slaying swords and bent down slightly, assuming a fighting posture, ready to go like a taut bowstring.
Condensed pupils lock onto the enemy.
Snap, snap, snap!
The violent Aragami monster rushed down quickly, its countless fingers clasped against the rock wall, and it actually made the sound of dense footsteps.
From a distance, this thing looks like a dark reptile, but when you get closer, it looks like a roaring chariot.
The smelly wind poured down from above, blowing Kamiya's clothes and hair. At this moment, he had almost judged the enemy's level:
"This thing is actually an Aragami?"
Maybe not as strong as the Aragami under Kamiyagawa.
But he is indeed an Aragami.
At this point, I can no longer think about it anymore, the enemy has already rushed in front of me.
Bang!
Onikiri quickly lifted up, cutting out a sharp semicircle, and then violently collided with the red scissors strangled from above. The sound of fighting was fierce and short, and the strong energy turbulence erupted disturbed the fog at the bottom of the valley.
Kamiyagawa once again fell into an encounter that broke out unclearly...
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To be continued...