The Warrior of Love

Looking more closely, all the flesh and blood were spreading from Feng's right hand, and her arm seemed to be wrapped in a thin film of biological tissue, even her sleeves were covered.

"It seems my time has come."

After taking a look at his arm, Feng said something emotionlessly, so calmly as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Sure enough, when I use my full strength, once the amount of activity in my body increases, that ghost thing becomes more and more active."

"Uh……"

"Wow, that look... does it mean you want to kill me?"

"I just want to cut off your limbs, stuff your mouth, imprison the teacher in a dark basement, and let me take care of him alone." Jiang Liu said something very serious with a calm expression.

"You can be really creepy sometimes."

Even in this situation, Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips: "I just can't tell whether it's a joke or serious."

"I'm serious." Jiang Liu said seriously.

Well, this idea is purely out of "respecting teachers" and wanting to be "filial"... I just want to lock her up, there is no other intention at all.

Jiang Liu is a serious man!

"If you can beat me, you can do whatever you want to me!" Feng grinned, "Do you have the guts to do it?"

"call!"

Jiang Liu let out a long sigh, and a cold look flashed across his eyes.

If it really comes to this... he should be prepared!

Kill him, or imprison him and wait for the ghost doctor Tamayo to develop the "antidote"?

However, if I continue down this path and really lock Feng in the basement... I always feel like I will lose something important and there will be no way back.

Chapter 27: The Secret of the Buddha Statue, the Nameless Ancient Sword

Bang!

The door of the Buddhist hall was violently pushed open, and a figure tumbled in and fell on the hard, cold floor.

"Ugh, poof!"

Just as he was about to stand up, Jiang Liu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face.

"This is too exaggerated."

Da da da……

The sound of light footsteps was heard, but it seemed as if it was ringing in Jiang Liu's heart, even in rhythm with his heartbeat.

"Aren't you going to run away?"

"Uh..." Jiang Liu said nothing, but the response he received was a fierce sword pressure.

The red sword pressure was like a waning moon, easily cutting through the door, and Jiang Liu was so frightened that he quickly turned over to avoid it.

"What the hell is this long-range attack?" Jiang Liu stood up in a panic and couldn't help but complain, "It's too different from my sword skills!"

"Oh!"

Kicking the broken wood away, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Jiang Liu appeared at the door of the Buddhist temple, and the moonlight reflected the half-deformed outline.

Dao Lintang Feng's right hand has now been completely assimilated with the katana, with steel and flesh entangled together, and it is completely unrecognizable from its original appearance. However, the disfigured half of her face has miraculously recovered!

Except for the fact that her eyes did not regenerate, her skin and facial muscles were now intact. The only difference was the presence of some strange patterns, which added a touch of charm to her beautiful face.

Although Jiang Liu complained, he did not look down on her at all.

Feng was right. If this continued, since Jiang Liu didn't want to kill Feng, he might be killed by him instead... I felt that something like this had happened before.

But unlike before, this time it is not about practice and test, but about real life and death.

"Is this blood vampire magic?"

"Maybe, but it's not mine, it's the guy behind me. I don't know how it happened, it just came out naturally."

"Sure enough." Jiang Liu took a deep breath and frowned.

Light cannon? That kind of thing is unlikely to appear in this world.

After all, this is a simple world where internal strength, magic, and fighting spirit do not exist, and the mysterious elements are limited to "ghosts".

Even if you are the strongest swordsman, you have to touch the opponent with your sword blade if you want to kill the enemy. It is not impossible to kill someone from a distance with sword energy, but the power of sword energy is definitely weaker than a real sword strike, this is beyond doubt.

If it is blood vampire magic, it may not be the case.

Blood demon arts may be the most "unscientific" setting in Demon Slayer. It's okay that these evil ghosts have the ability to transform their bodies and regenerate quickly, but some blood demon arts can even control space. It's simply not right.

If Feng could borrow the blood demon technique of the "fetus", then he could indeed do something similar to the sword energy.

And from what Jiang Liu himself perceived, the bloody sword pressure was not simply air pressure, but highly compressed blood.

At the moment of swinging the sword, the ghost blood on the sword blade is instantly compressed and splashed out, forming the so-called "blood sword energy".

It is similar to a water gun, but because the blood is compressed to the extreme, when it gushes out with high pressure, it becomes as sharp as a steel blade and can even cut rocks with ease.

Honestly speaking, this was beyond Jiang Liu's ability to deal with. Even if he fought without restraint, it would be difficult to win, let alone his current state of being restricted.

"I haven't felt this kind of passionate feeling in a long time. It's like I've been reborn."

Shaking his left hand, Feng murmured, "No, it should be back to the past... It turns out that I am so strong."

Jiang Liu narrowed his eyes, gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, and held his breath.

He could feel that Feng's condition was obviously not right.

"What's wrong, kid?"

Feng suddenly turned his gaze towards Jiang Liu, and swung the Ghost Blood Knife in his right hand quickly. The afterimage cut through the air, making a harsh sound.

"Aren't you going to attack me yet?!"

"Well!"

Jiang Liu took a deep breath, and his chest was immediately filled with a large amount of air. A hot breath flowed through his blood, and his body was fully awakened in an instant.

"Bah!"

The bloody sword pressure easily cut through the floor, but Jiang Liu had already dodged it nimbly and launched a surprise attack on Feng.

"Too tender!"

The red-haired heroine smiled grimly, and her right hand nimbly drew a brilliant trajectory. A blood-red flower like a mandala suddenly bloomed in the darkness, but each petal was actually a sword pressure that could easily tear a human body apart.

At the moment when the blood-colored flower bloomed, all the statues of all sizes in the Buddhist temple were destroyed, and even the murals became fragments, and the scene was in a mess.

However, even in such a chaotic battlefield, Jiang Liu concentrated on sensing every fluctuation in the surrounding space, reflecting the trajectories of all sword pressures in his mind, and making judgments in an instant based on instinct and intuition.

call--

It was just like a gust of fresh breeze. Without any powerful momentum or fancy steps, the young man passed through the blockade of sword pressure inconspicuously. Even though his body was cut with several wounds by the aftermath, he remained indifferent.

"The third form of the Wuxin style - Wuzhi!"

Concentrate your mind, see through illusions, and be the first to arrive!

For Jiang Liu, who is good at self-suggestion and forced concentration, this move, which requires extremely high perception and concentration, although quite difficult, seems to be tailor-made for him.

"Pfft!"

The sword successfully broke through Feng's defense and stabbed into her chest with such rapid speed!

Feng's whole body froze and he fell into silence.

But before Jiang Liu could catch his breath, a voice so familiar to him that it almost made his hair stand on end came to his ears again.

"You aimed at the lungs instead of the heart."

"—"

Before he could react, a huge force suddenly hit Jiang Liu's chest and abdomen, and the boy's body was blown away like a rag.

Bang!

Jiang Liu bumped into the majestic statue of the goddess Marichi and nearly knocked it down. He felt several bones in his body were broken and the pain was indescribable.

"Are you really planning to render me powerless? That's way too arrogant."

A blood-red eyeball appeared in Feng's originally empty eye socket. The woman didn't seem to notice her change. She just raised the corners of her mouth excitedly and swung a sword fiercely at Jiang Liu who was unable to resist.

"break!"

Zheng——

In a hurry, Jiang Liu leaned forward to block with his Sun Blade, but the severely worn sword could no longer withstand such an intense battle and broke into two pieces with a crisp sound!

Fortunately, Jiang Liu had made evasive moves beforehand, and only a few strands of his hair were cut off by the sword, but he was not seriously injured.

But then again, for a swordsman to lose his sword is far more unacceptable than physical injury, especially at such a critical moment when life is at stake.

"This is really troublesome..."

Jiang Liu threw away the broken sword with only three to five inches of blade left, with a bitter expression, and prepared for close combat with bare hands.

If this continues, he will indeed be killed.

Think carefully!

Being killed... This is something Jiang Liu didn't want, but if he killed Feng, he would always have the feeling of bowing to the fate and being ruthlessly played with.

Master and disciple killing each other, the ultimate choice between two options, etc. Jiang Liu hated this kind of old-fashioned and malicious plot from the bottom of his heart.

Although he liked this kind of plot when he was a writer...is this karma?

"Ugh!"

Just when Jiang Liu calmed down and was about to give it a try, a loud noise suddenly came from behind him.

Both Jiang Liu and Feng were stunned, staring blankly at the statue of Marichi behind them.

Feng's attack just now turned into sword pressure and shot out. Although it failed to kill Jiang Liu, it cut off his sword. Moreover... after Jiang Liu dodged it, he exposed the goddess statue.

As a result, as the two looked in shock, half of the statue's body slowly slid down from the upper left to the lower right like an ice cube...

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Jiang Liu blinked and his expression froze, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Is that... a knife? There's a knife hidden in a place like this?"

That’s right, in the broken statue, there was an ancient sword with a sheath!

Chapter 28: True traditional arts!

Not to mention Jiang Liu, even Feng, whose sanity was about to (already) collapse, was stunned, staring blankly at the tattered ancient sword.

That’s right, it’s tattered and doesn’t look like a “family heirloom” at all. If you have to say it, it’s just scrap metal passed down from ancestors.

The wooden scabbard was almost rotten, and the sword guard was completely black and rusted, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.

However, even so, Feng was shocked, because her family had worshipped this statue of the god Marichi for two or three hundred years, and she had never known that there was something hidden inside...

Jiang Liu's shock had a different meaning. He stared at the ancient sword, and a complex look gradually emerged in his eyes.

"It seems that my ancestor also has a secret." Feng paused, retracted his gaze and looked back at Jiang Liu, "But it has nothing to do with us now, and this battle will not end."

"I think so too." Jiang Liu slowly moved his feet and retreated behind the statue.

"This is a Buddhist temple, is that okay?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a clay puppet!"

Feng smiled deeply, his strength suddenly burst out, his body flashed through the dark space like a phantom, and the ghost blade in his right hand swung again.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Jiang Liu increased his concentration to the limit, and his perception field also operated at full capacity, capturing every fluctuation of the strong wind.

It is impossible to see the knife clearly with your eyes, so you have to act the moment you sense the fluctuation of the wind. The body must react faster than the brain!

He stretched his body backwards with all his strength, his waist suddenly exerting force like a spring, feeling the pressure of the sword passing through the gap between the two pieces. Jiang Liu fell backwards and hid behind the broken statue.

"You can't escape!"