Demon Slayer: The King of Ghosts Walking in the World - Chapter 87
Chapter 87 The Battle of Thunder Breathing
Xun Yue smiled very much, and also clenched the sun knife in his hand: “You are just a garbage that can only be one type, why is it here!”
Shan Yi lowered his head and said, “Charcoal Rich Lang, Iraqi, this is my battle, please do not intervene!”
Feeling the will of goodness, the choice of charity and Yizhi help respect the good and Yi, and retreat to choose to watch the war.
The battle of the inheritance of Lei Zhi’s breathing is about to start.
The fire in the ruins of the village reflects the side faces of good and Yi Yue.
However, there is still a trace of luck in Shan Yi’s heart. Maybe his brother is confused by his strength, so he will be so cold and ruthless, and you will definitely let Yue Yue realize in the battle!
情 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯, “The breathing of Thunder · The type of the rice!”
The golden knife flashed with golden lightning, and the lightning five -combined combos were cut out of the good Yi.
Shan Yi hit the roar of thunder, and he moved left and right to dodge.
However, in the gap of the sword -shaped sword -shaped sword -shaped type of the thunderbolt, it was obvious that the good and Yi could fight back, but the hand of the day wheel knife was put down.
Wu Yue did not think that good Yi did not want to shoot himself. Instead, he thought that the speed of the thunderbolt breathing one in the same now was that he couldn’t even look at him.
“Oh, even if you can kill the evil spirits in one hit, now you are difficult to wave, so what kind of confidence do you have to force me to apologize?
逸 Yue rotated around the high -speed high -speed high -speed, and the wave -shaped lightning left by her own trajectory flew out of the good.
Yizhidu and Carbon Richo who watched the war were extremely anxious.
“Why are you doing this guy? Why not fight back?!”
Yi Zhi’s urgent straight jumping feet are the most clear about the strength of goodness. How can they use a thunderbolt and have no power to fight back.
Carbonic Lang smelled the air, sadness, heavy, and expecting the smell: “Maybe. Shanyi still has expectations for rice jade 狯.”
Yang Jie, who is still observing in the dark, has no intention of making a shot, because he sees that Shan Yi is transforming, that is completely unconfident, fearing and avoiding the goodness of fighting with ghosts, and is disappearing.
If Shanyi can also exert all the strength in a sober state, then the strength of goodness will enter a brand new state.
“Lei Zhi breathing · Wu Zhi · Hot boundaries!”
The lightning with high fever did not hesitate to bombard the goodness of Shanyi. Shanyi still did not fight back, and good Yi had been bruised in the body, and the yellow feathers presented by the master behind him had become a piece of fragments.
The goodness and Yi who fell on the ground climbed up, watching the yuba fragments on the ground, and my mood was sad.
“I was abandoned by my parents as soon as I was born. I lived in the city alone for 15 years. It was Master who accepted me and accepted me as an apprentice.
“Although Master is very strict with me and conducts hell -style training every day, I have never hated Master. Master is my family, so I have always called Master Grandpa.”
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“I’m actually scared, because I have no talent, I will definitely live up to the expectations and guidance of Grandpa. I don’t want to see the disappointed expression of Grandpa, so I kept trying to escape when training”,”
“I have always wanted to repay my grandpa. Grandpa wants me to get along well with you, so even if you abuse me every time, I will endure it because this is the expectation of Grandpa.”
“But Daoyu Yueyue! Have you forgotten the teaching of Grandpa to you? Grandpa has taken care of us so much, did you forget all?!”
Shan Yi asked Xun Yue.
话 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯 狯: “What master, what grandpa, in the final analysis, Sandao Cuming Lang and you are the same waste. Why does he keep inheriting the breath of thunder and the breath of thunder?You are all garbage! Go to death! You and Sandao Cou Lang died, the better! ”
“Daoyu Yueyue, you are not worthy of being a person at all!” The disappointment of goodness, the most expectations for Yue Yue in your heart, and understanding that it was time to formally separate from Yue Yue.
“Are you so angry? Now you are seriously injured, and it’s time to bear you, rest assured, I won’t kill you, after all, the ghost killing team can’t hurt your companion?Can’t open it, solve you, then it’s your turn!
This is only me in the world, only me!Daoyu Yueyue!And you will only use one -type waste, become a waste person.”Yue Yue laughed madly.
Shan Yi’s in turn sarcastic: “If you are a” waste “that can only use one type, then you are a” garbage “that you can’t even learn!”
When he heard that Shan Yi insulted himself so insulting himself, he lost his mind in an instant.
“Thunder breathing · Lu Zhi · Electric Boom Thunder!”
, 狯 centered on herself and instantly released countless lightning -like cuts around.
However, Shan Yi changed his weakness before, constantly walking in the lightning -like cut, every time he passed by dangerous and dangerous.
“Brother, this is the last time I call you like this. I have made up my mind. I have to break it with you. The will of Thunder’s breathing will be inherited by me!”
Shan Yi took a deep breath, flickered all his thunder, and at the same time, his body was slightly arched.
“Thunder breathing · One -type type · Perak Yiyi!”
The thunderbolt flashed, the fastest flash.
If the ordinary thunderbolt can see the trajectory, the speed of the magical speed cannot be seen clearly.
Wu Yue didn’t even see the good movement, and the sun knife in his hand came with a huge force, and then the good body of the goodness had appeared behind him.
The huge slashing force made the hands of Yue Yue holding the knife, the tiger’s mouth had been cracked, the finger of both hands had broken, the ten fingers showed a distorted posture, and the Japanese wheel knife in the hand had completely broken.
Wu Yue looked at her hands unbelievably, and the pain continued to stimulate her nerves. The pain made Yan Yue kneeling on the ground and mourning.
“What kind of sword type? Why have I never seen it?! It must be the old man who hid me! It must be! Why? I am the heir of the breath of Thunder, why not let me learn!”
Shan Yi looked indifferently at Yue Yue: “Grandpa didn’t hide his privateness, this is still a flash of thunderbolt, the weakest Thunderbolt in your eyes!”