The Black Coffin Envoys are also divided into three or six levels.
As one of the core Black Coffin Users under Li, Ye Ya believes that his ability can rank among the top ten Black Coffin Users.
Countless demon-slayers have died in the hands of the Black Coffin Master.
These demon slayers have long been terrified of the black coffin as if it were a snake or a scorpion.
He had never seen a demon slayer dare to rush towards him so recklessly.
In that case, then die!
Today, Lord Xu is performing a ritual here, and no one is allowed to disturb him.
A huge black shadow plummeted from the night sky and stretched out a claw to confront Chen Huaian's unsheathed Black Scale Sword.
when--!
The flowers are splashing all over.
Chen Huai'an put away his sword and fell back. He and the black shadow each landed on a grave. The two stared at each other from a distance, murderous intent filled their eyes.
With just one sword, Chen Huai'an felt that this black coffin that looked like a giant crow was very important.
The Black Coffin User I met before wasn't yet in the Qi Gathering Stage.
But this big crow black coffin was useless and could easily catch his sword. Its strength was equal to his, or even stronger than his.
The Night Crow stared at Chen Huai'an with a look of shock in his heart. The claws hidden under the black robe had already chopped off all the bones, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
He had impressions of all the soldier-level demon slayers in the entire Province C, especially those in Tianfu District.
The man in front of me is so young, and has such a recognizable handsome face, it is not impossible that I have no impression of him.
Could it be external aid from the Demon Slaying Bureau of other provinces?
Or a master from home?
While the two were confronting each other, the four demon slayers who had been blown away had already climbed up from the ground.
The two girls were not seriously injured, but the spiritual energy from Chen Huaian caused their blood to circulate. But being injured was a small matter, and losing face was a big matter, so they immediately went to find Chen Huaian to argue, but they saw that the cemetery was filled with evil spirits, and a strange man in a black robe, as big as a crow, stood in the mist. Not far in front of this strange man, he was as small as a child.
They immediately shut their mouths.
"Oh my god, let's not do this mission anymore. Let's go quickly." The pink-haired girl felt her scalp tingling when she saw the weirdo's face - he was wearing a pale mask, with a huge bird's beak as his mouth and nose, and his scarlet eyes were like two searchlights.
Is this a monster that these two newbies can deal with?
My legs went limp just by looking at each other.
"Hurry up, get us out of here!" The royal sister also echoed beside her, her face full of fear.
The two master-level demon slayers looked at each other.
Although hesitant, he did not flee from the battlefield.
This "Tyrant" is a refuge they hired, and is a powerful helper that belongs exclusively to their Province C Demon Slayer Bureau. Even if they want to retreat, they have to take the "Tyrant" with them.
They were about to come forward to help.
Chen Huai'an and the Black Coffin Envoy took action at the right time.
Mist surged under the broad black robe, and countless blood-red ravens howled as they stepped out, a foul wind rising as their wings flapped.
Huh——!
The black scales are unsheathed.
The sword shines like a cold moon breaking through the clouds.
However, the moment he chopped down the crows, he was entangled by the sticky evil spirit.
"What a great swordsmanship! Hehehe, what a pity——"
The night crow's voice fell.
Chen Huai'an pressed the tip of his sword down three inches, the sword reflecting the cold moon in the sky. He turned around and shook his wrist, and a sword energy swirled out like a hurricane.
The sword energy tore the crows apart, and black feathers filled the sky.
Night Crow retreated several steps before he managed to block the sharp sword force.
When he looked at Chen Huaian again, his face looked grim.
"You can actually use sword energy?"
"Hehehe, your Excellency knows more than just sword energy!" Chen Huai'an imitated the Black Coffin Master and laughed eerily, pressing his thumb against the sword guard. Although he stood still, his figure was floating unsteadily, and water vapor spread around him. As the Black Scale Sword was unsheathed, a dragon's roar was heard.
Night Crow sensed a murderous attack and immediately summoned a black coffin to block it.
“There will always be a time to ride the wind and waves!”
Chen Huai'an chanted and ran his fingers across the sword's spine. A white dragon pattern suddenly appeared on the black-scaled sword. His spiritual energy surged through his limbs and bones, and the sword trembled with a buzzing sound.
"Set sail and cross the vast sea!"
As the words fell, the sword flashed.
All they saw was a white rainbow rushing towards the night crow, just like a dragon emerging from the water.
The black coffin exploded, and the corpse inside was shattered into pieces by the sword energy.
Night Crow's black robe burst open, revealing a pale body covered with spells. He made hand seals and tried to struggle, but he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He didn't know when a gap as big as a bowl appeared there.
The sword-wielder stood ten meters behind him, casually making a sword flower.
"This is not the swordsmanship of the Demon Slayer, nor is it the swordsmanship of the 녡 family!" Night Crow's eyes bulged, and his trembling claws frantically tore at the raging sword intent on his chest, blood gushing from his mouth: "You, who are you?"
"Your Excellency... the handsome, terminally ill cancer student KSC-0, known as a tyrant, super-male college student, Chen Huai'an, that's it!"
Snap——!
Chen Huai'an sheathed his sword.
The sound of the night crow also stopped abruptly.
He fell to the ground.
The wound on his chest grew larger and larger, and the violent sword energy continued to drill downwards, creating a deep hole in the ground.
[Kill the Black Coffin User and obtain Demon Cultivator Fragment x1]
Chen Huaian took out his cell phone to check the kill progress.
very good.
That's right.
This black coffin user is much better.
It’s not like the previous one who was beheaded but still able to run around.
He likes this kind of honest enemy.
"Hey, three hundred thousand!" Chen Huai'an walked up to the four stunned demon slayers and waved his hand: "The Black Coffin Master has been killed, and the protected target is confirmed to be alive and is currently in good condition. Hurry up and give the reward. If you refuse to pay, I'm also proficient in some boxing and kicking."
I don't want to owe money to the game "Electronic Girlfriend" for the rest of my life.
Chen Huai'an was secretly happy at the thought of being debt-free soon. When he had enough money, he would sell all the bellybands of different colors to the mother of the demon cultivator from the Cangyun Realm.
Hehehehe!
"Fuck, tyrant, that sword just now was so cool, can the demon slayer learn it in the future?"
"I knew KSC-0 was strong, but I didn't expect him to be that strong. He was defeated in one second by the Black Coffin, who could only be fought by a master..."
"Handsome, please sign your autograph for me, on my chest~"
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The four demon slayers were shocked.
Especially the two girls, they can't wait to take Chen Huai'an home right now. Strong and handsome men are rare nowadays.
"You can sign on the chest, but you will be charged." Chen Huaian signed with a marker and grinned, "Fifty thousand."
"No problem, I'll transfer it to you right away."
"Handsome brother, please sign this for me too." The royal sister turned around and gave Chen Huaian a charming look.
Chen Huai'an looked at the scene of seduction and crime in front of him without any emotion in his eyes. He was only interested in money. Was that a peach buttocks in his eyes? No, that was too vulgar. It was a stack of banknotes.
"I'll charge an extra 10,000 yuan for signing a butt!"
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Everyone also noticed that the Night Crow's body was twisting strangely.
Dark blood oozed from the sides of the body.
The protruding eyeballs reflected the blood-red beam of light rising into the sky.
Deep in the cemetery came the sound of chains snapping.
Chen Huaian withdrew his hands from the royal sister's hips, faded the smile on his face, placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, frowned and looked behind him.
Boom boom boom!
A bronze pillar with roots entangled in rotting flesh broke out of the ground.
Sitting on the central black iron coffin was a ghost wearing a crying and laughing mask.
"The reptiles from the Demon Slayer Division! They're really haunting us!" Lu's nails scratched the coffin lid, and the sound of metal hitting stone made everyone's ears and noses bleed. He looked at Chen Huai'an and exclaimed softly: "Oh, it turns out that he is a Taoist, no wonder he can kill the night crow."
Veins bulged on Chen Huai'an's wrist where he was holding the sword.
The pressure from the collision between the spiritual energy around him and the opposing demonic energy caused the graves under his feet to explode one after another. The four demon slayers had already collapsed on the ground, watching the flying corpses forming bloody hexagrams in the air.
He stood up, his face full of tears.
The moonlight in a hundred-meter radius was suddenly sucked into the bronze pillar, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Thirteen bone lanterns flew out from his sleeves, and a residual soul was dancing in each wick, making the crying face look even more hideous:
"Let me see, which one is stronger, your sword technique or my soul-refining and corpse-resolving technique!"
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