Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 710 Ghost Demon Sword
If possible, with Kobe Okawa's rationality, it is impossible for him to kill rashly and put himself in danger.

Nagasawa Masaki could forget the Golden Cudgel's suppression of the Kobe family's inherited Ghost Sword because of hatred, but Kobe Okawa would never.

If he was an emotional person, he couldn't be the deputy of Mind Eater.

But he came anyway.

Because the scene where I was slashed by seven people just now, but with the terrifying steam in my body, I cooked all of them was really too scary. Seeing such an unimaginable situation, all the courage of the people around me was drained all at once. You looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to step forward.

The battle above Gao Gang had entered a critical moment of decisive victory. He had no way to withdraw the mutant night crawler who had no emotion and feared life and death, so he had to come here in person.

The opportunity is fleeting, and he doesn't want to miss it.

But at this time, I have come back to my senses, and I have climbed to the peak state. Facing this well-known Japanese powerhouse at the national level, I stretched out my hand without panic, and the golden hoop on the ground The stick bounced suddenly, and then I held it tightly, and slashed forward.

boom……

The moment the knife and stick intersected, I suddenly recalled the last time I fought against this person.

At that time, when he swung the knife, I felt an indescribable suffocation. The sky darkened, as if the whole world had collapsed.

And at that time, Kobe Okawa hadn't tried his best.

His hatred for me was not strong at that time.

Now Kobe Okawa, even if he has enough sense, his wife and children are all lost in my hands. It is impossible to say that he does not hate me, and if he wants to solve me in a short time, he will definitely explode The most terrifying force.

But his knife was not only firmly held by me, but also did not retreat a step.

I could feel an explosive force coming out of my body.

In fact, if the seven Japanese ronin warriors hadn't stepped forward to kill me and let the terrifying demon power in my body have a channel to vent, maybe I would have been so suppressed that I exploded to death.

Just because the wounds on my body were opened, the strength was released, so that I didn't explode like a balloon that was inflated to the extreme.

And that one, just relieved the pressure in my body a little bit.

In fact, the demon essence of a veteran demon king like Exorcism Great Sage is as powerful as the sea. If I stop for a while, I'm afraid it will stagnate and shatter again.

The only way is to squander it vigorously and not give it time to accumulate.

So my stick passed, not only with my strength, but also with the blessing of the demon essence of the great sage of exorcising the gods.

In a short period of time, I have unleashed the most terrifying combat power.

However, even so, Kobe Okawa was not defeated. In fact, he and the long knife in his hand were able to withstand my surging power, and did not give me an imposing attack.

The reason for this is not only because of Kobe Okawa's own terrifying strength, but also because of the Japanese long sword in his hand.

That knife didn't look very eye-catching, compared to his son's Earth Ghost Sword and his wife's Heaven Ghost Sword, it looked like an ugly duckling among swans.

But the one in his hand is called the Demon Ghost Knife.

Hundreds of thousands of dead souls from the Nanjing Massacre were condensed and smelted on this knife—even though this is just a legend, it is not certain, but its power is definitely not comparable to the previous two.

The horror of this long knife can only be felt when confronted head-on.

Even though the golden cudgel has a natural suppressive force on this type of magic weapon, it is not absolute.

When the quantitative change reaches the qualitative change, such suppression can even be ignored.

So when Kobe Okawa and I were fighting, both of them were shocked by the opponent's strength, but the reactions of the two were different-I was a blow, and I suddenly moved forward and continued to rush towards Kobe Okawa , while Kobe Okawa stepped back subconsciously.

This situation fell into the eyes of others, and they must be extremely surprised. After all, in terms of strength and fame, Kobe Okawa is definitely far superior to me. As long as the two of them fight, the one who loses is definitely me.

And as a bloody man, Kobe Okawa's hatred for me is absolutely extremely strong.

But the reason why Kobe Okawa made such a choice is not without reason.

Because firstly, it is unnecessary, and secondly, the status of the two parties is not equal. He is the commander of the entire battle, the one who gives orders, and I am a small character who may die at any time.

Kobe Okawa's eyes are on the overall situation, the victory of this battle, so he doesn't care too much about the gains and losses of a city or a place.

However, as the so-called "meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins", masters compete with each other, and any factor may affect the outcome of the battle. At this time when the bayonet became popular, he had the heart to retreat, so I caught a chance, and I did not. Without hesitation, he went directly to the body, and chasing Kobe Okawa was like a hot pursuit.

As soon as the two of them came and went, the momentum was reversed in an instant. With the power of the great sage of exorcism, I launched a continuous attack towards Kobe Okawa, using the subtlety of the nine-way cloud-turning stick method, Kobe Okawa was pestered to death.

The momentum was taken away, and Kobe Okawa was extremely tired of me, a guy like a tarsus maggot, and while evacuating to the side, he shouted loudly: "Come and stop him."

Fulin Baylor died, and at this moment the inner court has no leader. Hearing Kobe Okawa's call, many inner court masters came.

And Kobe Okawa's direct subordinates also rushed to many people.

But these people couldn't get into the battle circle between me and Kobe Okawa. There will be no life.

In my mind, apart from the confrontation with the enemy, the picture I saw just now is always present.

Cui Jianxia desperately stopped the enemy, Zou Guodong devoured human flesh...

I'm not the only one struggling.

And they are even more willing to sacrifice their lives, without any hesitation or reluctance.

Why is this?

I was upset, and an indescribable emotion was stirring endlessly in my heart. At the same time, I also deeply realized that Kobe Okawa has become the most important key figure at the moment when Mind Eater has gone to nowhere and has never shown up. , if he can be taken down, the current desperate situation may have a turning point.

And I was the one who changed the situation.

Brilliant glory, in one fell swoop.

Because of these thoughts, I clung to Kobe Okawa so hard that he had no time to care about him, and he couldn't escape. Finally, when he realized that he couldn't do other things unless he got rid of me, he didn't run away anymore, but turned around. Coming forward, he waved the ghost knife in his hand and launched the most violent attack on me.

Kobe Okawa wandering and avoiding battle is one state, while Kobe Okawa bursting out with the greatest power is another state.

One is in the sky and the other is underground.

After fighting with him for seven or eight rounds, I immediately felt strong pressure. If it wasn't for the continuous and surging power in my body to support me, I would have been killed by the ghost knife in Kobe Okawa's hand long ago.

The long knife in that guy's hand has changed its appearance when it is fully excited.

It is almost two meters long, like a Mo Dao in the Tang Dynasty, and except for a little light at the core, the rest of the place is extremely dark and extremely unstable, as if the torch, while waving, leaves a gap in the air. There are countless phantoms, and when they came to kill me, the whole long knife turned into a semicircle.

Those black shadows seemed to contain countless evil thoughts and venom, just like the pouring of concentrated sulfuric acid, the surrounding weeds, thorn bushes and woods quickly withered, and then turned into fly ash.

And when it fell on my golden cudgel, I seemed to hear the wailing and roaring of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Countless cries surged in my mind, and the terrifying flow of information made my head seem to explode.

This feeling is not much better than the curse.

After a few more fights, I started vomiting blood.

In addition to blood, there are pieces of viscera spurting out of my mouth.

Blood flowed from my eyes, nose and ears, and there seemed to be hysterical screams in my whole head.

At this time, Kobe Okawa also became crazy.

His face was ferocious, just like his ancestors.

The imperial army that swept across the world, and the "Great Japanese Empire" that his ancestors yelled wildly.

If it was a beautiful dream, who would want to wake up?
clang, clang, clang...

Hitting again and again, in the confrontation of weapons, even with the demon spirit of exorcising the gods, I still feel that I can't support myself, because every time I hit, I feel that my soul seems to be blown away Outside the body, it was subsequently swallowed by countless resentful spirits.

I felt that I couldn't support myself, and subconsciously wanted to call out the hairy-faced monk to help, but found that the hairy-faced monk had stopped because of the previous fight with the exorcist.

clang, clang, clang...

Seeing me bleeding all over my body, Kobe Okawa laughed wildly at me: "Come on, come on, don't you want to stop me? Aren't you going to kill me? Trash, low-level people are low-level people , even if you have the blood of the Lingming Stone Monkey, you will never be able to..."

Listening to Kobe Okawa's insults and his hideous face because of his madness, I was a little lost.

I raised the golden cudgel in my hand and couldn't help asking it: "Really?"

Golden cudgel, are we Chinese really an inferior nation?

Are we really going to lose?
we……

As if hearing my question, the big stick in my hand began to tremble—the trembling was very slight at first, but in the end, even I couldn't grasp it.It became more and more red, harder, and more terrifying, and then, a call from the ancient times exploded in my mind: "Xiongqi, Xiongqi, Xiongqi... "

The son of a turtle, stand up!
(End of this chapter)