The Road To Play From Douluo - v2 Chapter 97

Judging from the previous battles, the flames of Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang couldn’t burn the shadow of the wolf. This was also the source of the self-confidence of the wolf.

As long as he resisted the next slash of Purgatory Kyōshourou, he would be the winner. Peilang had come into contact with many ghost slayer swordsmen, and he knew their performance when they were dying to counterattack.

At the moment, this move of Purgatory Kyrgyzstan should also belong to this type. As long as he blocks this move, Purgatory Kyrgyzstan should lose his strength.

Thinking of this, Pei Lang couldn’t help holding the samurai sword in his hand tightly, and the thick black shadow wrapped around the sword to block the Sunwheel Sword that was slashing from the purgatory Kyoju.

Just when Peilang thought he had the advantage, something happened!

The flames on the Sunblade of Purgatory Apricot Shoulang were burning his shadow continuously, and his black shadow was burned into nothingness the moment he touched the flame.

“This is impossible! Obviously my dark shadow had the upper hand just now, and my blood ghost technique is obviously not something you can resist!”

Seeing his blood ghost art gradually failing, what Peilang showed was not his fear of death, but rather his unwillingness to his own strength.

At the moment he gave up the hot weapon, he has regained his original heart. In the face of death, he was already fearless, but he was not very satisfied with his performance in the duel…

He had obviously gotten so much blood from an adult without misfortune. It stands to reason that there shouldn’t be any problems with the Purgatory Kyo Shou Lang, but he didn’t expect this to be the result.

“It is, it is… Forget it, it is a relief to accept failure calmly. As a samurai, how can you care about these little things!”

“Purgatory Kyrgyzstan… What a wonderful blow!”

At the last moment of his life, Pei Lang gave himself recognition of the Purgatory Kyung Shou Lang.

Accompanied by the last whisper of the wolf, the scarlet sunblade of the purgatory apricot shoulang cut off the neck of the wolf with the surging flame, slashing the head!

Peilang’s body also turned into dust with the evening weather and dissipated into the night.

Until the wolf completely turned into dust and disappeared, the purgatory apricot Shou Lang was really relieved. I thought that it might not be a difficult thing to do with the last string, but it was just such a string that got me into a bitter battle.

After this life-and-death contest, Apricot Shou Lang from Purgatory really understood his true strength. Compared with the real powerhouse, his strength is still not enough.

If the wolf had been using the hot weapon attack method, maybe it was him who was lying on the ground now.

The power of thermal weapons is beyond doubt. The only thing needed is bullets. As long as there are enough bullets, it is only a matter of time to escape the death of Apricot Kotobuki.

“This victory is really a bit thrilling, and more special training must be done after returning!” Purgatory Kyojuro was not complacent because of the victory over a second string.

You must know that the last string is just a slightly stronger ghost, and there is the mysterious upper string above the lower string. How terrifying is its strength?

Purgatory Apricot Shouro slowly retracted the sword into its scabbard. Although he still had a long way to go, it was also a happy thing to win over the second.

“Mr Purgatory!”

Before the Purgatory Apricot Shoulang could react, Ganlu Temple Mili’s eyes pouched into his arms, firmly grasping his clothes, and sobbed.

“Mi Li, don’t worry, thanks to your encouragement, I defeated that ghost.”

Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang gently stroked the pink hair of Ganlu Temple Mili, comforting her anxious heart.

The wind sickle who was on the sidelines pouted, sighed lightly, and turned his head to look at the old master, “My old master, as you guessed it, that kid really won. You win this bet. Up.”

Rota smiled and looked at the wind sickle with a smug look on his face, “So, the old man’s judgment is very accurate. That kid is a good person to me, how can he even have a small lasting second? Can’t it be solved?”

Kazekama had previously made a bet with Rota, the content of the bet was the result of the battle between Purgatory Apricot Shourou and Peilang.

The wind sickle guessed that the Purgatory Kyrgyzstan should fail, but Rota did not. He always believed that the Purgatory Kyrgyzstan could defeat the wolf.

The final result of the battle was just as Rota said. The Purgatory Kyojuro surpassed his limit and successfully defeated the wolf.

“According to the gambling game agreement, my dear teacher, I will cover all the expenses in Tokyo for you and those two children.”

“Hey, thank you so much, Feng Sickle.”

Obviously Rota’s money is too numerous to count. Why should I take advantage of myself? I really didn’t figure it out.

But after all, he lost the bet. It’s just a bet, and he can’t afford to lose.

Speaking of which, the two ghost killing team children who came this time had quite an appetite for him. Whether it’s the girl with pink hair named Mi Li, or the sunny boy full of righteousness, Apricot Shoulang Purgatory, they are all good seedlings.

Of course, appreciation belongs to appreciation, and some real situations cannot be ignored. Although the strengths of Purgatory Kyo Shou Lang and Ganlu Temple Miri were much stronger than most of the current ghost killing team members, they were still hard to say compared with the previous ghost killing team swordsmen.

Thinking of this wind sickle, he couldn’t help but sighed, his performance was caught by Rota. Rota raised his eyebrows, looked at the wind sickle who was shaking his head and sighing, and slowly said: “It looks like you still have a lot of emotion, don’t you talk to the old man?”

“Sure enough, I can’t hide anything from you. To be honest, the talents of these two children are quite good, but their strength is still far behind the group of swordsmen back then, such as Nagakurou and Ichiro Miyamoto. At their age, their strength far surpasses them.”

Rota was silent for a moment, and then slowly replied: “You don’t need to say more about the old man. After all, there are still a few people with great talents. It’s like Ji Guoyuan I. Hundreds of years have passed. Still nothing. The second him.”

“Yes, I’ve never seen a second human like him again…Well, you and Yuji are not counted, after all, you are not normal people anymore!”

Looking at the two purgatory people celebrating in the distance, Rota solemnly said: “Wind sickle, I wonder if you have time recently?”

“My word, I usually have a lot of time, do you have anything to ask me?” Wind sickle, as one of the people who know Rota best in the world, guessed Rota’s intentions in just one click.

“Haha, I guessed well. Then I won’t gossip. If you want, how about Xing Shou Lang and Mi Li?”

Although it is strange to let a ghost guide the swordsman of the ghost killing team, he is also very optimistic about these two little guys, and a little training is also a kind of fun.

“It’s OK, but wouldn’t it be better for you to instruct yourself? It may be many times better than what I trained.” Feng Sickle is puzzled here. As for the training or untraining, it doesn’t matter to him.

“You go to train them to feel more oppressive. After all, you are a ghost. I can’t give them that oppressive feeling.”

The wind sickle scratched his head and shrugged, “Come on, I will train them well, at least let them have the strength to match the wind.”

Although the ranking of Peilang is only the second of the last string~www.mtlnovel.com~, but in terms of combat effectiveness, it is definitely between the last string and the strongest string.

Judging from the performance of Purgatory, defeating the wolf can’t be said to be easy, such strength can only be regarded as barely up to the standard for Zhu.

On the side of Purgatory Apricot Shoulang, Ganlu Temple Mili has been asking questions by his side, fearing that Apricot Shoulang concealed his injury.

“Mi Li, don’t be so nervous, it’s just a few scratches, not a dangerous injury. Now the mission is over, let’s go, let’s go eat some food!”

“Okay, Master, but I have to call the gods.” Ganlu Temple Mili responded sweetly to Purgatory Apricot Shou Lang.

“Huh? They? Aren’t the celestial master alone?” Purgatory Xing Shou Lang asked curiously.

“It is said that it is a friend of the old celestial master, since you meet it, let’s go together, it will be a little more lively.” Ganlu Temple Mili subconsciously ignored the identity of the wind sickle ghost.

“It makes sense, hahaha!” Purgatory Kyojuro let out his signature bold laugh.