Page 173
Then, driven by the remaining vitality, the severed front end of the whip bounced up again, gained acceleration and rushed towards the forehead like an arrow.
The speed and power were no less than that of an arrow shot from a crossbow. But the moment it touched the back of Li Mo's head, the remains of the whip seemed to lose their power and fell down.
"Solomon Ritual"!
Reducing the sharpness of any damage to zero is a magic spell that can theoretically defend against a nuclear bomb attack.
As early as the moment of fighting with Muzan Kibutsuji, Li Mo's perception was already at its maximum. The front parts of the thorn whips that he had cut off in a few seconds bounced up again and attacked. The white fox tail stirred, blocking the thorn whip arrows from making contact, and the technique was activated.
There is still some time before Muzan Kibutsuji's death.
Then Li Mo saw nine long tubes of flesh and blood coming out from behind Muzan Kibutsuji, and the speed was - abnormally fast!
It was so fast that Li Mo could only barely see it.
Chapter 258 Poison
Is Muzan Kibutsuji powerful?
Strong.
The terrifying self-healing speed is the first one Li Mo has seen so far. What's more terrifying is that its self-healing consumes almost no physical energy, which can be called a perpetual motion machine.
Where does its restorative energy come from?
This is a very serious question. If we can solve this problem, perhaps humans can enter an era of unlimited energy. That prospect is good, and human flight can be seen as a dispute over energy.
It would be great if Muzan Kibutsuji was a dead thing. But he has his own thoughts and desires.
When the eight whips attacked, Li Mo was not panicked at all. Not to mention that his vision barely detected the attack, but in another sense, he had "seen" it.
——Once you see it, you can return to zero.
"Solomon Ritual"!
Muzan Kibutsuji's attack once again failed.
The magic from another world has dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to Muzan Kibutsuji. Yes, Muzan Kibutsuji's physical advantage is despairing, and only sunlight can truly destroy that horrible body. But that's all.
Muzan Kibutsuji has no other uses except for his body and the blood demon technique that he possesses after becoming a demon.
The thirteen Sun Breathing styles were performed effortlessly in his hands. The twelve sword styles were continuously deployed, forming an airtight encirclement around him.
"What on earth is that thing of yours!"
Things that were incomprehensible appeared.
The whip that Muzan Kibutsuji had thrust out from behind was part of its body. The sensation of skin was also felt on the killing weapon. The moment it touched the other party's body, the whip became powerless.
——Yes, powerless.
I don't know where the power came from, but it turned my killer move into feathers without any killing power. How could it be possible that my attack turned into a toy in the hands of a child?
The flames on the Nichirin Sword were gradually approaching. Muzan Kibutsuji looked at the fox monster and could not understand what method the other party had used. Could it be the legendary magic? But what kind of magic could make people so powerless?
No, there must be a weakness.
The Sun Breathing of this monster swordsman was not that strong. It was much weaker than Yoriichi Tsugikoku hundreds of years ago. The thirteenth style of Sun Breathing performed by that monster swordsman could kill him directly.
Li Mo never answered Muzan Kibutsuji's question. He was not someone who would answer every question, so he had to give the other person an answer.
In fact, the situation on the battlefield has undergone subtle changes. Li Mo can feel that Muzan Kibutsuji is constantly retreating, and the distance between the two sides has not changed significantly.
The red blade is constantly improving, and Muzan's recovery speed has slowed down by a few milliseconds. Is he still far behind Tsugikoku Yoriichi's level?
Wait, Muzan Kibutsuji's attack frequency seems to have decreased. Is he going to run away?
Li Mo rolled his eyes and said, "Kizan Kibutsuji Muzan, do you know Northern Europe?"
"What's the point of you talking about foreign countries at this time?"
The ghost king who has lived for a thousand years has never left Japan. But with the arrival of the black ships, everyone in Japan had to remove their hands that covered their eyes and look at the whole world.
It knows Europe, but what does the current battle in Japan have to do with Europe?
"In Norse mythology, there is a warrior named Thorolon. According to legend, if any weapon falls on him, its sharpness will be reduced to zero.
This is my technique. Unfortunately, it only lasts for ten minutes. What do you think, Muzan? Can I kill you in ten minutes?"
Ten minutes. This was the information that Li Mo revealed to Muzan Kibutsuji. As the battle continued, he was calculating frantically in his mind.
The degree of its body's toughness, the speed of its self-healing, the lethality of the red sword against it. Even, the magic output of the "sun attribute" of the Sun Blade was enhanced...
He calculated all kinds of data in his mind. This thousand-year-old ghost king had lived for so many years, and his fighting skills were so poor that it was laughable. He had reason to suspect that Muzan Kibutsuji's ability had not changed in the past hundreds of years.
The years have lost their effect on it. It has never noticed the preciousness of time. After being almost killed by Tsugumi Yuichi, shouldn't it work hard to become stronger? Ghosts have such strong physiques, don't they know how to exercise?
Li Mo thought of Akaza. Many of its martial arts relied on the extraordinary body of the ghost. If we analyze the battle at that time now, as long as the physical fitness is up to standard, we can master the same skills.
Sighing——
The Sun Blade in his hand became sharper and sharper.
The breeze was always spinning around the two of them, but no one caught in the battle noticed it. This was because the breeze was so gentle, so gentle that it could only blow things like dust.
In the battlefield illuminated by the moonlight, particles in the air could be vaguely seen. Muzan Kibutsuji could see it, but it was normal for there to be dust in the air. The fierce attack from the enemy made him fail to notice it. Was the number of dust particles too much?
and many more!
Why hasn't my whip healed yet?
Muzan Kibutsuji noticed a detail. The whip that had healed instantly after being cut off a few minutes ago actually took one or two seconds to heal itself now. It was even consuming his own energy while healing.
The color of the opponent's knife!
It didn't matter that the flames had corroded the Whip, because ordinary flames could not harm Muzan Kibutsuji. Only the sun in the sky could destroy it.
but.
but!
Hundreds of years ago, the sword of a swordsman named Tsugumi Yoshiichi inflicted a wound on him that was as sharp as the sun. Even today, the scar still hurts.
The opponent's sword can grow to this level in just a few minutes? ! !
Fear has replaced anger. Muzan Kibutsuji wants to do the same as he did hundreds of years ago and choose to escape.
However, the other party is a monster.
The snow-white tail stood there, and even Muzan Kibutsuji had no idea how long the monster's lifespan was.
It doesn't matter, the world is so big. If it doesn't work out, just leave Japan... Asia is so big, if it doesn't work out, you can go to Europe, you can go to America. Africa is not a bad choice either.
Between the lightning and flint.
Muzan Kibutsuji lost his will to fight.
Then, the next step is the split...
At this time, Muzan Kibutsuji discovered something unexpectedly.
——Can’t be split!
"How is this possible! When did you poison me? Wait... Air!!!"
Muzan Kibutsuji noticed the breeze that was constantly blowing around the scene. The breeze was supposed to blow from one side to the other and would not turn back. But at this moment, he finally felt that all the breezes here were spinning around him.
vortex.
No, it's a tornado?
But is such a small wind a tornado?
Since the battle began, I have been immersed in the air full of poison!!!
The purpose of this guy killing Mingnu directly is also very clear. It is to prevent me from using Mingnu's blood demon art to escape from here.
Has he got it all planned out?
For a moment, Muzan Kibutsuji was in a state of confusion. His will to fight was almost gone.
"Black Death Mou!"
The Millennium Ghost King called out to his most trusted subordinate.
Chapter 259: Defeat
"Really, what a pathetic attitude.
Muzan Kibutsuji, is this your tolerance? It's not the time to decide the winner yet. Even rabbits have to fight desperately. And you seem so weak. "
Along the way, the man has faced many opponents. There are opponents that he respects as a ghost, "sick people" who have no intelligence and act on instinct, and great heroes from the distant Age of Gods.
Maybe not every battle is exciting, but at least after every battle, you will get a sense of accomplishment. That kind of joy is the best panacea.
But this battle is different.
At this moment, Li Mo had already begun to express his contempt for Muzan Kibutsuji.
Has his lamp run out?
No, he is still very far from that stage.
But even so, he actually called out Kokushibo's name.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The thorn whips in his hands had been cut off countless times. The same was true for the pipe whip behind him, but his attacks had not caused any substantial damage to him until now.
The so-called Soloron ritual.
It killed him directly.
How to defeat the enemy?
How to target?
Where is the weakness?
It knows nothing about the Norse mythology Muzan Kibutsuji. It doesn't believe that there are gods and Buddhas in this world. The only opportunity it can seize is...
ten minutes.
The ten minutes that the other party mentioned!