Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

When the secretary beheaded Di Cai, on another battlefield, Toru Ichiro and Imura Masa were inseparable.

One side is a ghost hunter with superb swordsmanship, and the other side is a ghost with top-string strength.

The competition between swordsmanship and blood ghost technique is also a contest of talents between the two sides.

"boom!"

The arm turned into scales blocked Ichiro's slash, and Imura punched him hard, forcing the opponent back.

His thin body couldn't stop the brute force, so Ichiro had to turn over in the air, and then landed on the ground.

He took a few steps heavily on the ground with his feet before he stabilized his figure.

"A lot of strength."

A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and he had a new understanding of Imura.

In the previous battles, he thought that the opponent was that kind of flexible opponent.

But I never thought that the strength of the other party was far greater than myself.

"It's troublesome."

Wanting to end the battle quickly, Ichiro planned to help Tanjiro and others.

Just now, Muichiro and Mitsuri were blown away, and Tanjiro was also taken into the sky by a flying ghost.

Although he didn't eat the sonic attack head-on, Tanjiro also fell from the sky.

According to my estimation of Tanjiro, he might be seriously injured.

"Survive, Tanjirou."

Gripping the Japanese sword tightly, Ichiro couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Imura on the opposite side seems to have seen his intentions, and has been adopting a entanglement style of play.

If he attacks himself, he defends.

If he wants to retreat, he will catch up.

After going back and forth, I even got farther and farther away from the house.

"Why, impatient."

Seeing Ichiro's expression, Imura chuckled and mocked.

"If you have the ability, you can chop off my head and save your friend."

"Of course, the premise is that you can do it!"

"Hahahaha!"

After this period of contact, Imura also has a full understanding of Ichiro's strength.

It has a greater threat, but it does not have the strength to crush itself.

As long as you fight steadily and don't be too rough, you can grind him to death.

After all, human physical strength is limited, and injuries received cannot heal quickly.

After dragging on to Shangyuanyi or other ghosts, a two-on-one situation can be formed.

Even if the ghost hunter came first, he could find a chance to retreat.

He is a ghost, there is no such thing as a one-on-one fight.

Group fights are the truth!

Looking down at the severed flesh, Imura's smile grew stronger after he found that most of it had healed.

"Then let's have fun."

As he spoke, he bent slightly and made an offensive posture.

After seeing Imura's actions, Ichiro's expression also became serious.

Just now, I just didn't block the opponent's attack, causing my chest and abdomen to suffer heavy blows.

There was a dull pain, and he even felt that some bones had cracked.

If this continues, the originally balanced situation will lead to Imura.

I will die!

After taking a deep breath, Ichiro's eyes froze.

He is already ready to die here.

But before that, Imura would definitely not want to leave here!

The night wind blows, mixed with the smell of blood on his body.

Just when Ichiro was thinking about how the opponent would attack, something strange happened.

I saw that Imura, who was grinning originally, suddenly changed his face, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

"Uh ah ah ah!"

Grabbing his head with both hands, he roared vigorously.

"My lord, my lord!"

"what happened to him?!"

Seeing Imura like this, Ichiro's vigilance didn't lessen.

In history, it is not without ghosts who have taken similar actions.

After the ghost hunter relaxed his vigilance and approached, he suddenly attacked.

However, Ichiro soon realized something was wrong.

Imura's face became extremely red, and his eyes were turned outward, almost staring out of their sockets.

Under the forceful tearing, the black robe has been torn off, revealing his terrifying face.

Not only that, Imura even tore off his scales.

Blood flowed from the seven orifices like a stream.

"My lord, my lord, spare my life, please spare my life!"

The body twitched non-stop, as if Imura was talking to someone.

"crazy?"

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but Ichiro still didn't approach.

Even after a few back jumps, the distance between the two sides was opened as much as possible.

What happened next became the most disgusting and terrifying scene since his ghost hunting career.

"Leave it to me, Imura, what I promised has been done."

"No, my lord, I will work harder, please forgive me!"

"Did you forget that when you became a ghost, did you say that you would dedicate everything to me?"

I saw Imura's flat stomach suddenly swelled up, like a woman who was pregnant in July.

Between the squirming, it seemed that some living thing was crawling.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

After a desperate cry, Imura suddenly tilted his head.

From Ichiro's angle, I could just see the expression on his face.

Despair, unwillingness, anger, fear.

Vaguely, there seemed to be some remorse.

"This is, dead?"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ichiro's heart beat a little faster.

As a ghost, especially Imura, who has the strength of a string, it is really unbelievable that such a thing happened.

Sudden illness, sudden death?

Don't be kidding, even an ordinary ghost won't even catch a cold.

The reason why Imura is like this may have something to do with the so-called "adult".

Just when Ichiro was thinking about what to do next, Imura's body suddenly jerked.

"!"

Entering the fighting state in an instant, Ichiro was ready to fight again.

Imura shook his head and stood up slowly.

"Hey, this kid's resistance is quite tenacious."

After moving his body, "Imura" seemed a little uncomfortable as if he had just woken up.

Wiping the blood off his face, he stuffed his eyes back into their sockets.

"Don't be nervous."

Looking at Ichiro, "Imura" showed a strange smile on his face.

"Hello, by the way, goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his fist and exploded his head.

His eyes widened in an instant, and Ichiro never thought that Imura would make such a move.

Of course, an injury like blowing the head is not a big deal for "Imura".

In a few breaths, his head grew again.

But what appeared in front of Ichiro was another picture, a completely different appearance.

If the secretary is here, he will recognize the identity of the other party.

It was Di Cai who had just been beheaded!

"We met for the first time, Toru Ichiro, and I'm Di Cai."

Bowing slightly, Di Cai made a gentleman's salute to Ichiro.

"Did what happened just now scare you?"