I, Manye's best friend, face General Raiden at the beginning

The aftermath of the fight left sword marks on the ground.

He used the Nichirin Sword that he had snatched from Xiong Yue with great skill.

Tartaglia is a genius in combat and is proficient in all weapons. The longbow he usually uses is just his weakest skill.

"No way."

"After living for hundreds of years, is this all you are capable of?"

"Is there any stronger power? Use it now."

"Otherwise there will be no chance."

"Then as you wish!"

"I admire you very much. If you want, I will turn you into a ghost and make you immortal!"

Kokushibo's six eyes were also full of fighting spirit.

It was as if he saw the shadow of his younger brother in this man.

It’s not that their personalities are similar, but that they already possess such strength at such a young age.

Although this level of strength is still far from that of his younger brother.

But it was enough for him to use his full strength!

Hundreds of years! Hundreds of years have passed since I felt this good!

His clothes were torn in many places because of the fight just now.

There seem to be no wounds on the body, but in fact they are all healed by the ghost's physique.

But the young master was able to suppress him.

The weapon seemed to block his detection of the young master.

The Transparent World's ability to predict the opponent's actions is directly weakened.

In this case.

Kokushibo's body began to grow "branches" just like his Nichirin Sword.

Sword blades appeared at various locations on his body, like a humanoid weapon.

"You really look more like a monster now."

The young master became even more excited after seeing this scene, "I'm really curious, how much can your strength be improved after becoming like this?"

"Would you like to know if you try it?"

Kokushibo held his sword in front of him and used another sword technique to strike out.

"Breathing of the Moon·Form 5·Moon Soul Disaster Vortex!"

This sword technique, which was used in the previous fight with Fujiwara Chika, was used again in this one, and its power was more than doubled.

The range of the moon mark and the irregular blades increased several times.

It seemed to cover the area of ​​dozens of feet around him, even the three Fujiwara and the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were covered.

Fujiwara stepped forward with sword in hand, ready to block the attack that was about to hit them.

But a sound was heard.

"Mi Jian does not urge."

Someone took action before her.

A khaki shield enveloped the three of them and the members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The moon mark and the sharp blade were all blocked by the shield.

The shield is a thin layer, but it gives people a sense of the heaviness of the earth.

It gave the members of the Demon Slayer Corps a greater sense of peace of mind.

Fujiwara turned around in surprise, "Mr. Zhongli!"

Even Ganyu looked over.

I originally thought that he wouldn't take action.

"It doesn't matter. Since you have chosen to go with me, I will naturally contribute my part."

"You and the young master are only responsible for killing ghosts."

"Yeah, then I'll leave the task of protecting them to Mr. Zhongli."

"can."

Zhongli nodded in agreement.

In the battlefield.

Tartaglia was a little embarrassed at first, but he quickly adapted.

He continued to suppress Kokushibo, but he was Tartaglia who was getting stronger all the time.

Kokushibo's eyes turned wildly, trying to capture the young master's location.

But the opponent's speed was too fast, even more intensive attacks did not have much effect.

When the transparent world was restrained, even he found it difficult.

Is he going to die here after becoming a ghost and living till now?

No! I can be stronger!

As long as the transparent world can see through his armour!

Feeling the threat of death, Kokushibo tried his best this time.

The ability to see through the world was fully activated, trying to see through the young master's armor.

See his body, see his next move.

"What's this?"

Under the full operation of the transparent world.

Kokushibo felt as if he had broken through some kind of limitation.

Break through the isolation of armed forces and see the inner world.

He saw a palace.

A palace built on the top of a snowy mountain.

The palace is majestic and magnificent.

At this moment, he seemed not to be fighting, but to be in the palace.

He felt as if there was someone sitting above the palace.

He raised his eyes, wanting to see what the man looked like.

What caught my eye was a scene as if in the eternal night of winter.

Just the pair of legs that I saw.

It made him feel noble and cool.

"Click~"

This is the sound of everything freezing.

Kokushibo's continuous attacks suddenly slowed down.

The mind gradually becomes rigid and frozen.

The six eyes also lost their luster at this moment.

He was not dead, but his mind was frozen.

I'm afraid it won't be able to recover in a short time.

"Oh, that's a pity."

"It was so hard to have such a good fight, why did you suddenly commit suicide?"

Tartaglia, who was about to continue attacking, suddenly stopped.

Somewhat helplessly, he disarmed the Demon King.

The whole person was breathing heavily.

That man actually chose to peek at the Demon King's Armor.

I got a glimpse of His Majesty's will directly from the armed forces.

That is a life-saving method that every executive officer has except the secretary.

When you encounter a spirit, you can communicate with the other party through that will, and there is a possibility of saving your life.

Well, of course if any god doesn’t give face to the Queen of Winter.

Then there is no hope.

Just like the lady in the future who was killed by General Lei Dian with one sword.

Tartaglia spread his hands and walked back towards the secretary and the others.

He didn't want this kind of thing either.

Just the next moment he turned around.

"Roar!"

A roar emanated from Kokushibo's body as if he had lost his mind.

He, who originally looked respectable in his fitted uniform, turned into an ugly six-eyed monster at this moment.

The sword skills swung around like an instinct, perhaps not as powerful as before.

But it seems more violent and terrifying.

Tartaglia quickly rolled over to avoid a moon mark that was slashing towards him.

He frowned, "Is this the instinct of being a ghost? It's really ugly."

"So you should have just beheaded him and let him die with dignity."

The morning sun, yellow thunder and purple thunder exploded in an instant.

Fujiwara rushed out like an arrow.

I originally wanted to take over after Tartaglia got tired.

But now it seems that I can only clean up the mess.

"Breath of Thunder·Type of One·Thunderbolt Flash!"

"..."

"One hundred companies!"

Chapter 6: The Outrageous 100 Company

"???"

Tartaglia felt like she was hallucinating.

A question mark slowly appeared on his head.

"?"

"What?"

"One hundred companies?!"

The woman before used the Seventh Company, right?

It must be the Seventh Company!