Ghost Slayer: A swordsman with pupil technique who plays Tai Chi

The light blue fighting spirit was overwhelming, and the Qiuza was not hiding but going all out, he knew that the same transparent realm, hiding was useless.

For hundreds of years, he has been striving to become stronger, and he doesn't know why he only knows the name of the strongest.

Kyoshiro was his first opponent to recognize, it didn't matter who lived or died anymore, he had changed a lot since a strange voice appeared in Qiuza's head.

Kyoshiro is like a fierce tiger, surrounded by monstrous flames, and he is like a giant beast coming out of lava.

The name of Purgatory is inherited from the first generation of Yan Zhu, and Purgatory Kyoshiro will live up to the legacy of his ancestors, and evil spirits float.

The dazzling fire directly overturned this room, and outside the room was an endless void, and the dazzling flames were like a flame.

The flames are small but bright enough to illuminate the darkness of this space.

The fighting qi of the Qiwo Seat suddenly contracted sharply, and the snowflake technique under his feet also bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Luo Needles were integrated into the body of the Qiwo Seat.

Destruction killing, final style, blue silver chaotic light.

The rounder seat released all the Luo needles in one breath, and the blue light bullets flew around, and the speed of the light bullets had exceeded the speed of sound.

But the numerous light bullets are just cover, and the Qiwo Seat is very clear, no matter how dense the attack is in front of the transparent interface, his killing moves are hidden in the chaotic residual light.

Destruction kill-kill style.

Ryuza threw a punch, and the dark blue pillar of light instantly flooded Kyoshiro.

The entire room was only left with a vast and boundless blue light curtain, and the eldest brother seemed to have disappeared, leaving no trace of firelight.

I won, Kyoshiro, you are a respectable opponent!

There was respect in Ryokuza's eyes, and he hoped that Kyoshiro had not died, and the order to be handed over to Ryuza without misery had long been forgotten by him.

Suddenly, the blue light curtain was cut by the burning sword, and the orange-red flame flashed, and a graceful arc cut through the head of the Qiwuza.

At that moment just now, Kyoshiro surpassed the Yan Pillar of the previous dynasties, and he comprehended the ten types of Yan's breath, which belonged to his Yan breath alone.

Breath of Flame, Pick-up Type, Fire Concealment!

Kyoshiro, who was exhausted of strength, stumbled to the front of the Hye Nest Seat, he laughed and said, "Ryo Wo, it was my Purgatory Kyoshiro who won!"

"You lost!"

Kyoshiro knew that beheading could not kill the Ryo Nest, but no matter what, this duel was won by him, Kyoshiro.

"Poof!"

Kyoshiro spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his vision became blurred, and it was clear that his body had reached its limit.

But the head of the Zouza did not grow back, his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul, but his body still did not collapse.

Ryuza opened his eyes sharply, and he felt his body sagging.

Lost, really lost!

Hahaha!

If only you had been born hundreds of years earlier, maybe we wouldn't be enemies.

Aaaah!

Hyptic felt like his head was about to explode, pain he had never experienced before squeezed his brain, and fragments of memory filled his brain.

Komaji, am I called Komaji?

Slowly, he lost consciousness.

Dangdang!

The wide wooden board hit the boy behind him, and the boy looked a little numb, obviously he was punished by a hundred large boards that even an adult strong man would completely pass out if he was beaten.

It seems that this criminal law is not a threat to the teenager, named Koji, born into a poor family, and the family has a seriously ill father, who has been stealing to buy medicine for his father.

In this era, the rich do whatever they want, and the poor live less than livestock.

After hitting the board, the company released Tamarin, after all, he was just a child, and hitting the big board was already a heavy punishment.

Komaji did not care about the blood-stained clothes, but hurriedly looked at his arms, and he was relieved to find that the medicine was okay, as if the medicinal herbs were more important than his life.

Wearing a tattered coarse cloth, he ran straight to the house, passers-by avoided him, and in the eyes of others, he was a disaster star.

After all, he was born with fangs, so he was called the "son of the ghost", and he had long been famous.

When Komaji arrived home, he found that the house was empty, and the house was searched inside and out, and Komaji only found a piece of paper.

His father taught Komoji to read, and he barely recognized what was on the piece of paper: Komaji

, father is sorry for you! But I haven't lived to the point where you can survive by robbing other people's money, I'm really sorry to trouble you!

Dad hopes that you will live well, you are still young, please live with integrity!

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Tamarin's heart, he violently pushed open the door, obviously he had been hiding from his father, why would he know?

Please don't die, I will only have one of your relatives left!

"Koji, you're back!"

"Your father hanged himself a few days ago, and the mourning has changed!"

"Seeing that you haven't been home for a few days, the neighbors have buried him!"

The neighbor's grandfather let out a long sigh, unable to tell if it was sympathy or what.

Komaji froze in place, as if suffering a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he felt his heart broken.

After a moment, Koji raised his head, and his tone was a little low: "Grandpa, father he... Where is he buried? "

Let's go!"

The old man faltered, and Koji followed behind him, silent.

Deep in the forest, overgrown with weeds, a small dirt bag, inside is the person Tamarin does not want to lose no matter what, for the sake of his father, he does not hesitate to join the way of this world.

He did not hesitate to become a sinner, and Koji knelt in front of his father's grave, crying bitterly, and he trembled all over, a pain that hurt more than any punishment.

Komaji knelt from day to night and from night to day, and three days later, he carried a stone tablet from nowhere, and he erected a monument for his father with blood on his index finger.

A few days after his father's death, Koji tattooed him and exiled him from Edo, but it was Komaji who had sinned against the son of a rich family.

After his father's death, Tamarin became muddled and still doing his old job, he hated this cannibalistic society and hated everyone.

One night, Komaji meets eight punks who laugh at Komaji's tattoos.

Tamarin didn't say a word, and punching was dry.

Eight adults, stunned by a teenager in Koji, cried and cried, and Tamarinji kicked away the guy in front of him.

"Waste, get out of here!"

"Or I'll kill you!"

Just as Komaji was about to walk out of the alley, an uncle wearing a white dojo uniform walked in, the man was smiling, he heard the sound of fighting, wanted to come over and take a look, and at a glance he saw Koji's martial arts talent.

Those punks are the famous bullies in this area, and Qingzang still wants to help.

Qingzang caught a glimpse of the tattoo on Taji's body, and immediately understood the identity of the other party, he was a little confused, what a crime a teenager had committed, he was exiled.