Thousand Blades of Death

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"卍解! Qianji Blade!"

The blue-purple spiritual power erupted like a fountain, and the spiritual power of the thick pillar of aura was intertwined and circling, rotating around the body of Ma Yuan to burst into the sky, and the huge spiritual power and pressure rushed to the sky. A circle of spirit patterns spread out all around, rendering the sky of the corpse soul world into blue and purple!

The huge spirit covered the whole sky! All the people standing under this sky felt heavy depression, as if the sky was about to hit with heavy rain, black pressure, dullly blocked in the chest, breathless.

"So that's the case, has it reached this level?... No wonder it can cut away the combat power of the corpse soul world..." A man wearing captain Yuzhi, with a gentle face and pair of glasses, pushed his glasses. There was some excitement in the tone, "Things are more interesting!"

"Alle?! Someone fired fireworks early in the morning?! Qixu sauce! Come out and see the fireworks!" An uncle wearing a hat and wearing a floral robe, showing his body is dense and dense. Lying on the mat on the side, he took a sip of leisurely and said, "It's great! Sitting under the cherry tree, drinking wine and watching fireworks..."

"Slap!" The long-haired man sitting in the courtyard suddenly stood up, grabbed the knife beside him, and walked directly towards the gate.

"No! Captain Rotten Wood! You need to take care of your wounds! Don't mess around!" A lilac hair cut, a tall female death shouted anxiously.

"Never mind Yongyin, let Captain Rotten Wood go!" softly said Mao Zhihua with a twist braid on her chest, and the movements in her hand were still methodically inserting a few bunches of flowers into the vase, and then there was no Speaking, only a long sigh in Hu Cheyong's puzzled eyes, looking at the chaos of the film outside, quietly fascinated, I don't know what to think.

"I said to you... Don't mess with me again in this situation, okay?!!!" A teenager with a white lion head growled at a blonde bobble girl who was drunk on the sofa. : "How many times have you told me?! Don't drink here. Also, I have something to go out now. You can clean up here quickly!"

"Huh... Is the captain going to that place?" Matsumoto Ranju asked with slightly drunken eyes.

"Um... don't go there, it's too dangerous! I can't protect you..." Rifangu Dongshilang frowned, and the dim light flashed in the amber-green eyes, "Although there are already broken pieces Captain Bee and Captain Kashimura were there, and the spirit pressure of Captain Rotten Wood was also going there, but ah... I am still not at ease!"

"After all, he has solved the three captain ranks in the present world when he did not perform the swastika..."

"Jian Jiang! This spirit pressure is..." A little girl with pink cherry blossom-like hair was very pleased to the big man beside him.

"Ah! Absolutely not wrong! The scars on my body are fainting! It's him! It's Amano Mahara!!" Gengmu Jianba grinned in excitement, the excitement flashed in the exposed one eye , Bloodthirsty, already fanatical fighting!

"Spread! Those who are in trouble don't matter! Hurry and go to the Amano horse field! Hahahaha really want to be cut a few more times by him!" Gengmu Jianba shouted happily, the burly body is right Accurate direction rushed past!

"Wait! Ah sword! The pony should be in this direction!!!" Little cute grass deer Yaqianli stretched out his tiny fingers and pointed in the opposite direction to the more wooden sword eight.

"Ah huh?! Is this the direction?" Gengmu Jianba asked.

"Yes! That's the direction! Look!" Caolu Baqianli vigorously flicked her little lotus arm, and when she stopped, the direction you pointed changed again...

"Oh? That's okay! Give me more pleasure! Amano Mahara" Ken Mujian doubtlessly had him, rushing toward the direction with excitement holding the knife!

At this time, at the intersection in this direction, with short orange hair, behind his back, he looked like a chopper-like death, and rushed towards the more wooden sword eight...

Should I say this is fate? ! No, this should be a sad reminder... (Actually, every time I accidentally say, why does the more lost wood always find opponents?...)

Unlike other team captains who feel far away in the distance, the left array of the tortoise standing in front of Ma Yuan is the clear and intuitive feeling of Ma Yuan’s spiritual pressure.

Among the blue-purple spiritual power, there is a cold evil spirit. As the blue-purple spiritual power rises, it looks like a terrifying ghost and **** is making a hoarse howl, and the cold breath is like It was a cold-blooded poisonous snake, with a cold, standing snake pupil, spitting out a snake letter, and it was wrapped around the left array of the village, and straight into the bone marrow!

"His" Zuocun left team took a cold breath. This kind of cold and bitter breath like it is to put yourself in a virtual group, even if you struggle to break away, but you still can't escape this. Breath lock!

[This feeling...it’s really not good...] A few drops of cold sweat shed on the forehead of the left village of Qi Village, and he controlled the black rope Tianming Mingwang behind him and placed the severely injured broken bee under the tree beside him. Then, two eyes stared closely at the column of aura emitted by Ma Yuan, and all the dignified expressions could drip out of the water.

The blue-violet aura column gradually dissipated, and Ma Yuan’s figure gradually became clearer from blur, and he saw that the combination of white socks and straw shoes on Ma Yuan’s feet and the corpse soul world’s death system was completely different. Black silver boots, the lower body of the death suit is not as fat as a kimono, but it is tightly attached to the leg, like a military trousers, looks neat and strong, the upper body is also tight black clothing, but only the left The arm is not as naked as the right arm. It was exposed, but it was wrapped in a wide robe, and the left hand was also wearing a black leather glove. It was covered tightly and tightly, and it felt like it was invisible.

At the same time Ma Yuan naked. There was a brass-colored lion head shoulder guard on his right arm, and there was a brown belt on it, which bound this shoulder guard. And Ma Yuan’s right hand is still holding a slender slashing sword. The reason why it is slender is because its width and the thousand blades do not change, but it is two times longer than the thousand blades. Ten centimeters, the whole sword looks silvery, sharp!

But apparently the show has been successfully carried out, but Ma Yuan's face is particularly scary! The gloomy can drip water.

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