Anime: Fight Sukuna at the beginning?

There are ghosts and people on this street, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they belong to Fang Yi's enemy list.

Ghosts of various shapes approaching nearby, samsara holding knives a little further away, and samsaras with long-range enhancements faintly appearing in the distance.

Fang Yi took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but he was not nervous but unprecedentedly excited.

Because he found that these people were a little weak, at least not very strong seniors.

The antidote that Kocho Shinobu gave him before saying goodbye had been taken by him and was taking effect. He felt that his physical condition was unprecedentedly good.

The effect of predicting the enemy's trajectory brought by [Blood Demon Art·Eye Hidden] was excellent, and it was combined with his panel that was close to 20 points of all attributes.

Ordinary firearms could no longer pose a fatal threat to him in this battle.

[Fighting Spirit Perception] told him that there were threatening attacks all over the street, but Fang Yi was not afraid.

He felt that the knife in his hand was telling him that these people were not to be feared, so he could use it to take their lives.

Fang Yi smiled, he had already sensed that the beast in his heart was reviving and was about to roar.

His body had already moved before his brain, ready to start harvesting the enemy's life, he suppressed this impulse and prepared to say something.

Saying something before killing can help improve efficiency.

Fang Yi, who was alone, looked at the enemies on the street and began to tell some truths that the enemy could not accept, warming up for his killing.

"There are so many people, so many ghosts, it seems a bit difficult to clear the field with one knife."

"Then, let's temporarily spend one minute on this street."

"See how many enemies I can kill."

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Yi's figure disappeared.

He had already made a judgment on the enemy in front of him, and the next step was execution.

He never let the enemy wait too long.

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Fang Yi's steps were light, and he shuttled through the battlefield like a leisurely stroll.

Several bullets flew at him, trying to take his life, but they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He dodged these useless long-range attacks effortlessly, his figure was as unpredictable as a willow leaf fluttering in the wind, and as agile and beautiful as a dancer.

The new Sun Wheel Sword in his hand drew several graceful arcs in the air, bringing a cold light.

In two breaths, the ghosts and people rushing towards him were like hitting invisible silk threads, turning into silent corpses.

Some were split in half, some were headless, and some were incomplete, but without exception, they were all dead.

Those ghosts were hideous and terrifying, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

Those people had resolute eyes, full of murderous intent against him.

However, no matter how vicious or determined they were, they all lost their lives in the flash of Fang Yi's blade.

A ghost's neck is cut with a knife, and a person's life is also lost with a knife.

The knife flashed, blood gushed, the scene was tragic, and the long street paved with bricks and stones was instantly filled with the remains of people and ghosts.

However, Fang Yi's expression was always as calm as water, as if everything in front of him was just a trivial wave.

His knife-wielding movements were elegant and swift, and each knife was extremely accurate. He quickly and efficiently harvested the lives of the enemies, as if he had gone through countless precise calculations.

The enemies around him fell one after another, and they didn't even have the chance to scream, and they lost their lives in silence.

The air began to be filled with the smell of blood, and the corpses that fell to the ground made a strange and terrifying collision sound with the bricks, forming a deterrent picture.

The enemies had begun to be timid, and some of them began to turn around and flee, and more people knelt down and begged, trying to find a way to survive.

But Fang Yi still moved forward steadily. Wherever he went, whether it was a human or a ghost, whether it was resistance or begging for mercy, they all met the same ending, that is, death.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if nothing could stop him.

It seemed that this killing was just an insignificant game for Fang Yi.

And he was just enjoying the process and the pleasure of taking the enemy's life.

Everyone present instantly understood that the other party had only one goal in mind, that is, to completely destroy all enemies.

Resistance was useless, begging for mercy was useless, and running away was useless. The only thing waiting for them was death without discrimination.

At this time, it was less than ten seconds before Fang Yi appeared on the long street.

The enemy had never felt that the one minute mentioned by the other party was so long.

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Fang Yi's figure was looming in the sword light and blood shadow, like a ruthless black shadow, sweeping the entire battlefield with the breath of death.

A few long-range enhanced reincarnations in the distance, sensing that the situation was not right, had already evacuated.

Several reincarnations in the middle who implemented the strategy of mantis catching cicadas and oriole behind were determined to evacuate, but were cut by Fang Yi's sword energy and there was no sound.

On the long street covered with blood and debris, only a few melee-enhanced reincarnations were left to be slaughtered by Fang Yi, and several ghosts who came with the ghosts.

They were too close and had no chance to escape.

People and ghosts who knew they had no way out should have fought hard in desperate situations and tried their best to fight for the last chance of survival.

However, when they faced Fang Yi, they could not muster the courage to resist.

The desire to survive that should have flowed in the body and was possessed by all living things became so small and powerless in front of him.

Everyone present had never felt so clearly how useless it was to try to fight to the death and cause the other side a little loss.

A deep despair surged in their hearts, and Fang Yi's figure was like a heavy and huge mountain, pressing them so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Some people tightly grasped the knife in their hands, their knuckles turned white due to the force, but their palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

There were complex emotions flashing in their eyes, both fear of death and fear of Fang Yi's powerful strength, but there was no will to resist.

Their hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles and could not move.

Some people simply put down their weapons, looked ahead with empty eyes, waiting for the arrival of fate.

Their will to fight had long been completely destroyed, and what was left was only helplessness and despair for the impending death.

They knew that in front of Fang Yi, any resistance was futile, and they could only accept their own end helplessly.

Fang Yi's existence was like an insurmountable natural chasm, completely isolating their hope and vitality.

Every movement and every swing of his knife silently announced a fact: in front of him, any resistance was futile and any hope was false.

His ruthlessness and powerful strength, like an invisible hand, tightly strangled everyone's throat, making them unable to even make a last cry.

Fortunately, this action called fighting but actually slaughtering came to an end soon.

It started from a seemingly empty street with a dragnet set up, and ended with a silent street with only one person left.

These reincarnations who were a little weak in his eyes and basically completed two or three missions had been killed by him.

At this moment, there was no living creature on the long street except Fang Yi.

And it had only been thirty seconds since Fang Yi appeared here.

Fang Yi tilted his head and sighed again.

"It seems that a few of them escaped. What a pity. What do you think, swordsman?"

The demon who was supposed to be the last to be harvested appeared on the street. The figure of this demon at the level of Upper Six flashed, but he did not choose to fight with Fang Yi, but turned around and ran away.

At this time, it was just ten seconds dark.