Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"Oh, is that so!?"

A playful voice sounded behind Kokushibo.

Having lived for nearly 500 years, Kokushibo is no longer a veteran.

Naturally, he knew that turning back hastily or swinging his sword to attack was not the wisest choice!

The next moment, accompanied by the solitary moon-shaped slash, more blades emerged from behind him.

At this moment, Kokushibo looked like a porcupine.

Perhaps the battle with Tsugikoku Yoriichi made him realize that his speed was absolutely no match for his, so he developed this blood demon art that was as cunning as a barrier.

To be honest,

In this case, even Xia Yan had no good way to chop off his head.

After all, although his sword was much longer than the normal Nichirin Sword, it was definitely not as good as Kokushibo's long-range sword energy.

Whether it is sword energy or wind pressure, they cannot carry the effect of the Sun Blade, so even if you chop off Kokushibo's head, you can't kill him.

Kokushibo is so confident because he recognizes this point.

But obviously, he doesn't know Xia Yan well enough!

"Hehe! You don't think I can't chop off your head with the Sun Blade!"

"Too naive!"

"Watch me! The Secret of Mist Breathing, Tenth Form--"

Facing the slashing defense with almost no dead angle, Xia Yan once again posed a posture similar to drawing a sword.

And Kokushibo also raised his vigilance and prepared to face Xia Yan's attack with full concentration!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang--! ! !

Seven consecutive sounds.

The loud roar echoed throughout the mountain area, startling countless flying birds!

Dang--

The sound of the shell falling to the ground was heard, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder.

And Kokushibo's head also fell to the ground at the same time, his eyes full of confusion and incredible looks.

The broken part of the neck was uneven, as if it was torn apart by something.

The body without the control of the head had no way to release the body-protecting slash on its own.

Just now, he watched Xia Yan say the breath of the storm, and then pulled out a hideous-looking, black and patterned pistol from his waist!

No, judging from the size and caliber, it can be called a hand cannon!

Without any pause, he fired seven shots in a row, all of which were fired, and accurately broke his head!

"Hu——"

"Total length 39cm, weight 16kg, loaded with 6 rounds, caliber 13mm, shell made of special alloy of red sand iron, internal charge Mabels chemical cartridge NNA9, equipped with Nichirin steel warhead!"

Xia Yan gently blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle, turned it around in his hand twice as if to show off, and put it back to his waist.

"This move is called——"

"——The Secret of Breathing of Storms, Ashina Seven Spears of Ten Type!"

"This is not a combat skill at all! You despicable villain——!!!"

The head of Kokushibo fell to the ground and roared at the top of his lungs.

But neither the head nor the neck showed any tendency to regenerate.

Since the shell and the bullet were made of the material of the gorilla scarlet iron, it was natural that the bullet fired by this gun had the ability to kill demons!

And, under Xia Yan's control of natural energy, the bullet could even enter the state of the red sword.

"Huh? Is shooting from behind not considered swordsmanship? How can a sword be so inconvenient!"

Xia Yan spread his hands, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he felt quite proud of it.

"You despicable fellow! You are still a swordsman if you do this! Don't you have any samurai spirit at all!!!"

"Samurai spirit? Huh, hh, hh..."

Xia Yan repeated the words that Kokushibo said and couldn't help laughing.

It seemed that it was a bit incredible that this word came out of his mouth.

"I can't believe that a samurai like you who killed his master actually has the nerve to mention the word samurai spirit!?" (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"If I were you, I would have committed suicide out of shame!" His tone was three parts of sarcasm, three parts of surprise, two parts of sighs, and two parts of ridicule.

"Oh, I forgot, you are Muzan's dog, even if you want to commit suicide, you can't do it!"

"Upper String One, hehe, how pathetic..."

How pathetic?

Xia Yan's words seemed to hit Kokushibo's heart with a heavy hammer.

It seems that my younger brother once said something similar...

The face that was imprinted in my heart like a nightmare appeared again in Kokushibo's mind.

Whether it was when he was young, an adult, or old, it was all clear as if he could see it every day.

How pathetic, brother...

Yuichi, is this why you say I am pitiful?

My dream was to become the strongest samurai in this country.

In order to catch up with you, I betrayed and killed my former lord and lived for nearly five hundred years.

In the end, I was still weak in front of the so-called genius. Then why did I become like this! ?

What is the meaning of my existence! ?

Yuichi, can you tell me! ? []

Does it mean that I exist just to set off geniuses like you! ?

No! No!!

Although the wound is burning like a raging fire, my body has not collapsed!

As long as I can endure this pain, I can still regenerate!

His gun has no bullets!

Then I will be able to overcome the death caused by decapitation.!

Then (Zhao's Zhao) will become the same stalemate as before!

It's still a long time before dawn, and he is a human being, so he will always feel tired!

That's right! I haven't lost yet!

For the sake of victory, I don't hesitate to become what I am now!

So I can't lose!

"That's right! I won't lose to anyone again!"

"Even if I've been beheaded, I will never lose a second time!!!"

"Aa ...

If the bullet that cut off his neck was not caused by Xia Yan's high-purity red sword, he might even be able to regenerate a head! .