33. The end of the battle

Won!

Tong Mo's eyes flashed with pride. No matter how powerful a human being, after losing the weapon in his hand, he could only become a lamb to be slaughtered on the chopping board. After all... human beings are such a fragile thing.

What a pity for such an interesting guy... Tong Mo originally planned to control Matou Shinji to satisfy his curiosity, but now he thinks that his strength is not sure to suppress the opponent, so he can only kill!

The golden folding fan brought a stream of light towards Matou Shinji's chest, with an aura that wanted to split him into two.

But... what makes Tong Mo a little puzzled is that he clearly lost his weapon, so why is this guy still so steady? Ordinary ghost killing teams face this kind of situation, even if they don't show despair, they at least show some panic and helplessness Bar?

However, the boy who is about to die in the next moment has a calm expression on his face, and his mouth is muttering something...

[arrogant, like gangrene with bones]

The next moment, Tong Mo's eyes widened in surprise. The holy brilliance condensed in Matou Shen's second hand, and a Western-style long sword condensed in Matou Shen's second hand under the background of the light.

With a trace of holy light that has not yet faded, the blade slashed towards Tong Mo's wrist. This is something that Tong Mo has never imagined, and there is no defense.

At this time, he was like a prey caught in a trap, and like a guy who was cocooning himself.

Offensive and defensive instant reversal!

laugh! !

The golden folding fan immediately closed to block the forward path of the blade. After a mournful cry, a deep scar appeared on the delicate and beautiful golden folding fan, and then the magic sword broke through the hastily established path. The line of defense left a deep, bone-deep wound on Tong Mo's wrist.

If in normal times, this kind of injury would not even wrinkle his brows for Tong Mo, and he would not even care about it. With the ghost's healing ability, he would recover in the next moment.

But now... small black veins are squirming under the skin, the wounds on his body are black, and there is no sign of healing at all, and the recovery ability that the ghost used to rely on seems to have disappeared from him.

With every injury, more toxins will enter the body, and every injury will weaken Tongmo.

Dengdeng!

Taking two steps back quickly, Tong Mo shook his injured wrist, and the golden folding fan in his hand fell uncontrollably. A large part of the tendons and muscles inside were damaged, and he could no longer hold the folding fan in his hand.

"Huh... It's really amazing. Have you ever considered becoming an evil ghost? Why bother with us? As a human being, we are so powerful. After becoming a ghost and undergoing sublimation, wouldn't it be even stronger! You can easily get what you want."

"call--!"

A mouthful of turbid air with a bloody smell came out, and a sneer appeared on Matou Shinji's face. The magic power in the air quickly poured into the body to make up for the magic power just consumed. The advantage of being able to directly absorb the surrounding magic power is reflected. As long as his body can persist, the magic power will not have any worries.

"Rather than persuading this matter, you should worry about yourself! How much strength do you have left? Fifty percent? Or sixty percent?"

Matou Shinji said with a sneer, the pattern of the magic sword in his hand flickered with a faint purple light. It looked like a holy sword and completely exposed its true face, showing its true face in this world!

"Ah, ah... This time, I really did a little misstep. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn't leave."

Tong Mo still had that bright smile on his face, as if he was not fighting at the moment, but was doing it in someone else's house.

His eyes turned slightly to the surroundings, and on the seemingly unobstructed wall, there were faintly transparent threads at this moment, and the air was distorted abnormally. "Surprise", and he will be attacked by Matou Shinji behind him... that is really hopeless.

Both of them are accumulating something, whether it is magic or strength, or momentum and timing, they are accumulating quickly during the conversation.

The blood dripped from the folding fan, creating a beautiful red plum on the ground where the hoarfrost condensed, and the two moved at this moment.

The purple magic light accumulated on the magic sword was extraordinarily bright. Matou Shinji wiped the sword with his left finger, leaving a trace of blood. The blood spread rapidly in the next moment, and the purple magic light was mixed with a trace of scarlet.

Tong Mo waved the golden folding fan in his hand, and the frozen air lingered around him, and several small ice sculptures took shape in front of him. There is no color.

Tong Mo naturally did not choose melee combat. Originally, he lost a hand and fell into a disadvantageous situation in melee combat. He would not use his weaknesses to confront the enemy's strengths.

Blood Ghost Art - Ice Crystal Royal Son!

After several ice sculptures were formed, they began to jump around, performing various blood ghost techniques on Matou Shinji. Countless lotus flowers and ice crystal vines were entangled in the distance. At this moment, Tong Shinji was submerged and his figure was completely covered up. Living.

call out...

A very slight sound was mixed in the icy fog, and it was submerged unsurprisingly, but the icy fog was suddenly unfolded in the next moment, and invisible and transparent sword energy spewed out, whether it was an ice pick or an ice lotus, or even those frosts. The vines were defeated in an instant.

After that, the figure of Matou Shinji appeared in front of Tong Mo, the magic sword in his hand was surging with ominous magic brilliance, the purple mixed with the scarlet blade, which reflected the runes on the sword very clearly, and also reflected the time. Tong Shinji's indifferent face.

puff!

The last golden folding fan broke in an instant. In Tong Mo's somewhat regretful and helpless eyes, the blade with huge magic power slammed into his chest, and countless magic power madly stirred and destroyed in his body. In an instant, he The whole chest becomes a big hole.

The contents inside have all been shattered by the magic explosion, and it can be said that the chest is completely hollow.

The exposed ritual formation on the ground began to operate. The weight that was not worth mentioning to Tong Mo just now was an unbearable weight, and was directly pressed on the floor by the heavy pressure.

The blood and meat foam that flowed out afterwards were converted into life energy by the ritual formation on the ground, and went towards the core pseudo-sage stone of the temporary workshop, causing it to suddenly swell again.

Then it reached a threshold in an instant. With a slight sound, the Pseudo-Sage Stone changed drastically. The Pseudo-Sage Stone, which was already as big as an egg, had countless red fragments that fell off the surface.

In the original position, a transparent spar only the size of a coin appeared, with an unknown mist rising from it, and people could not help but want to take it as their own when they saw it.

"That is to say, this year, I was really unlucky. When people sit at home, disasters come from the sky..."

Matou Shinji was wearing a tattered blue trench coat and sighed helplessly, then lowered his head to Tong Mo on the ground and said, "Want me to be a ghost? I'm curious about a question, may I ask, how long have you been alive? Woolen cloth?"

"Well...it should be almost three hundred years old, cough...this feeling of dying is really novel..."

Tong Mo was lying on the ground weakly, with the severed folding fan lying on the ground next to him, his entire chest was hollowed out, and he could continue to speak with the ghost's powerful vitality.

However, how long these powerful vitality can last, it is somewhat uncertain. The black tendons have covered his whole body, and they are still spreading rapidly. He is obviously a ghost on the strings, but now he can only survive. .

"It's really a long life... I'm a little curious, a ghost with a long life like you... What do you care about? Or what do you want? Well... No matter whether you have a dream, an extravagant hope, or even an obsession, Your Excellency the villain can Will you tell me?"

Matou Shinji exhaled a bloody odor, ignoring the pain inside and outside his body, instead looking at the guy in front of him with a probing look, the knight's long sword in his hand hanging beside him, but if there is any change, It can explode in an instant.