Demon Slayer: My Wind-up Qi will never be exposed

Chapter 389

Black Death smiled contemptuously, he had heard many people say this kind of thing, but the only one who was really willing to become a ghost was Yue Yue.

But I didn't expect it to be a complete waste, even a yellow-haired boy, even his own junior brother could not beat, and it was still a knife in seconds.

Recalling that miserable incident, Black Death Mu felt ashamed and angry, and now his descendants are here, which is the last hope.

"Haha, don't be busy refusing first, after all, people's bodies are very fragile..."

"But Wuichiro, you look at the ghost, as far as the injuries on your body are concerned, it is completely a matter of minutes to recover, and it is true that the winner is the king."

"Good and evil are made by the victor, so why care about this identity?"

Purgatory was furious, he had seen many ghosts, they were cruel by nature, murderous, shady, ugly, and used innocent humans as rations.

It's not a question of identity at all, but what do you do with your lives as if you kill people at will?"

"Let you die now!"

Purgatory's voice became louder and louder, and the hearty heroic voice came more than ten meters away, just when Black Death Mou was focused on Purgatory and Muichiro.

A Genya, dressed in a purple-red ghost killing team uniform, arrived here, hiding behind a wooden box eight to nine meters away from the Black Death Mu, watching all this.

"Pull out

the knife, Purgatory." Purgatory

suddenly heard a very low request, the voice coming from behind him, and the voice was also weak.

Blood was gurgling on the blade, and Wuyiro's face was pale, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth from time to time, and his hands grasped weakly.

Purgatory

drew the sword at great speed, while making a simple sterile bandage from the corner of his coat and bandaging him.

Black Death Mou just wanted to step forward to stop it, although it was impossible for the two in front of him to kill themselves, but after living for so long, he must be cautious in everything.

"The breath of the moon..." Before the

words fell, a crackling sound flew from behind, it was Xuan Ya with a fierce face, and a pitch-black hole could be seen from his right hand.

Bang

! [Well, the gun? It seems to be the one who fought against the half-tengu!]

What Xuan Mi never expected was that a figure suddenly appeared behind him, and when he saw the extra shadow out of thin air, there was no black death Mou figure in front of him in a trance.

......

Xuan Mi suddenly felt a hand around his neck, as if he was about to lose his breath. Just as he was breaking out in a cold sweat, an ethereal voice came from behind him.

"You think so too..."

"Right!"

Xuan Mi's eyes became empty, and under the powerful aura of Black Death Mou, it was even difficult to even think about the next countermeasures, and he still had time to move.

In just a second, one of Xuanmi's arms was cut off, blood splattered, and his arm fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Genya immediately gritted his teeth, constantly suggesting himself in his heart - it's okay, it's okay! I'm going to win, I haven't been forgiven by my brother yet!

In the electric flint, he pulled out the Nikki knife on his waist and leaned behind him, wanting to give Black Death Mou a rifle, but its speed was too fast.

[Oops, can't keep up.]

"Genya-

" "Hey, bastard!" Seeing

this scene of purgatory, he strengthened his beliefs, and the whole person was like a fire god possessed, and brilliant and colorful majestic flames wrapped around his body.

Just in an instant, I saw Black Death Mou's lifting hand, which was aimed at Xuanmi's other arm, and rushed forward.

The two

knives collided, making a harsh sound, which also made Genya react, seeing that the tip of the knife was not much distance away from him, and immediately took a few steps back.

Purgatory

was working all over the body at this time, and even every cell in the body was trembling, contributing strength without hesitation.

"Oh, the strength is good!" Black

Death Mou's knife stopped in place, looking at Purgatory with an appreciative expression.