Chapter 750 Broken Curse (Nine)_1

Within the dojo, Kamakura Guizhi, who volunteered proactively, seemed to have resigned himself to death.

Even compared to other members of the Tomb Guardian Family, his condition was still relatively good, but his freshly changed white kendo uniform was already splattered with blood.

Indeed, it was more fitting for the image of a Tomb Guardian.

In the midst of the commentary, Fu Qian had already dodged a slash without batting an eye.

The way the Kamakura Family wielded this strangely shaped long knife was clearly different from his own casual swings; they possessed a set of techniques that complemented it well.

A single slash carried an ominous wail, like the cries of gods and howls of ghosts.

Could this cursed sword truly be able to cause mental contamination?

Fu Qian couldn't help but lament for a moment.

It was, after all, something that had been passed down for hundreds of years; even diminished, it should rely on more than mere tricks.

Clang!