rumble ~~~
The nine pillars dodged the falling objects above their heads while rolling their eyes, looking for Xixiang Yu and any possible ghosts.
Bang ~
Bang ~
Two slightly different voices attracted the attention of the snake pillar, Ihei Babane. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman dressed in luxurious clothes and a ferocious ghost face with six eyes.
Ihi Bane was excited. He raised his right hand and pointed at the two figures.
"There are two ghosts over there!"
After Yi Hei and Xiao Ba spoke, Mournful Mourning Island was the first to react and was also the first to take action.
Even though he was blind, Wailing Yu Xingming could still sense that the six-eyed ghost was not in a good state. It seemed that Xixiang Yu had cut off half of its neck.
Moving half a step to the left, he dodged the falling eaves and stomped on the ground with his right foot. With the help of the counterforce, Wailing Yu Xingming bent his upper body. The veins on his arms bulged. He held the broad axe in his left hand and the meteor hammer with a chain in his right hand. He aimed at the six-eyed ghost and threw it forward!
Breath of Rock, Form One, Serpentine Rock, Bipolar!
After throwing out the two weapons, Wailing Yu Xingming's body also rushed forward, tightly grasping the middle of the chain. His target was still the six-eyed ghost.
Beside him, Ihi Barne's body was also charging forward.
A step later than Mournful Islet and Ihei Xiaobanei, Mili of the Dew Temple, Shinobu Butterfly, Yoshiyuki Tomioka, Sanmi of the Undying River, Tenen Uki, Tokiichiro Tokirou, and Purgatory Apricot Shourou, a total of seven people, moved almost at the same time.
Bending, sprinting, and starting stance were all done in one go.
In less than two seconds after Shi Wucai and Black Death Mou landed on the ground, the nine pillars had already arrived!
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"Damn it! You damn swordsmen!"
Glaring at the swordsmen who were about to approach him, Phantom Dance Shi Wucai's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she roared.
As she roared, Gui Wu Shi Wucai's right hand made a weird sound like 'gulu gulu gulu'. In the blink of an eye, her (his) right arm, which was originally like a luxurious woman's arm, suddenly transformed into a hideous piece of meat with a diameter of more than one meter and a twisted mouth at the top!
"Black Death Mou! Let's end this quickly!"
The piece of flesh on his right hand swept around his body, sending several blades flying along with his owner. Shi Wucai roared at Black Death Mou in the distance, his tone filled with anxiety, anger, and helplessness.
Even though Phantom Dance Shi Wucai had countless abilities and her physical strength was unparalleled, in terms of combat experience, she (he) couldn't even compare to most of the Lower Chord Ghosts, let alone the Upper Chord Ghosts.
Although he had a lot of abilities, he didn't know when to use them. There were several " pillars " blocking his way, and there was a Death God coming from above. At this moment, Shi Wucai couldn't help but recall the time when he and Black Death Mou had relied on each other nearly 500 years ago…
Dang ~ Dang ~
With the faint sound of blades clashing, Ghost Dance Shi Wucai heard Black Death Mou's answer, which didn't have much confidence.
"I'll try my best."
Damn it! Even Black Death Mou can't do it…
Glancing around at the three men and one woman, Phantom Dance Shi Wupeng became more anxious. He had to escape as soon as possible. Otherwise, when that fellow came down, it would be too late!
Although he controlled Naru's body, which was on the verge of collapse, to delay Xixiang Yu's landing, it was extremely limited. Phantom Dance Shi Wucai was also well aware of this.
The left arm of Onishi Wucai withered and turned into several pitch-black whips. Onishi Wucai waved her arms of different shapes, driving away the swordsmen around her while her body dashed into the forest not far away.
Bang ~
"Damn it! His neck was clearly cut off by more than half, but he was still so powerful.”
Purgatory Apricot Shoulang, who was kicked in the abdomen by Black Death Mou, half-knelt on the ground and rested for two seconds. He gritted his teeth and said unwillingly.
Tsk ~~
Yu Qing Tengen also followed in Purgatory Apricot Shoulang's footsteps, bringing along a trail of dust to his side.
"After all, he's the strongest under Phantom Dance and Shi Wupao. It's normal for him to have this kind of strength.”While circulating his breathing technique to relieve his injuries and pain, he still broke out in a cold sweat due to the injuries on his body." Besides, there's only one other than the ghost dance Shi Wucai, which means..."
" The other six ghosts have been taken care of by that guy..." Purgatory Apricot Shoulang continued what Uka Tengen had not finished." In less than a minute, he was really a monster!" Is that guy really human?"
"Who knows?" After pausing for a few seconds, Yu Cheng Tengen, who felt that the pain in his wound was no longer as intense, stood up again and replied in a low voice.
In the next moment, a figure holding two blades rushed out!
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Xixiang Yu had just noticed the people below and immediately scanned the situation of the two battlefields.
The Butterfly Shinobu, Ujen Tengen, Purgatory Apricot Shoulang, and Ihei Babanei who were surrounding Black Death Mou kept repeating the steps of moving forward, flying backward, pausing, moving forward, and flying backward. Only Wailing Yu Xingming could stay for a few seconds. Of course, his injuries were more serious. A deep knife mark had appeared on his forehead.
On the other hand, Onimaki Tsujimoku…Mili of the Amrita Temple, Tokito Wuichiro, Yoshiyuki Tomioka, and Fujikawa Miya could not even get close to Onimaki Tsujimoku. In another ten seconds, Onimaki Tsujimoku would be able to run into the forest over there.
'This... It's more or less useful,' Xixiang Yu thought to himself.
However, Xixiang Yu did not forget about the important matter.
Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang ~
The sound of three explosions in the air rang out above the heads of Wailing Island and the others.
The first to react was the group of Pillars, including the Weeping Islet, but Black Death Mou, whose neck injury had yet to heal.
That guy? Why is the wound on my neck still not healing?
He raised his head and saw that the icy blue blade had already touched the skin on his forehead.
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