At this moment, Mu Yu exuded an indescribably powerful aura. He clasped his hands together and recited a spell, and the air around him began to tremble, as if being moved by an invisible force. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, and crackling thunder echoed overhead. The strong electric light illuminated the darkness brightly, but it also shocked the ninjas.
Mu Yu's figure danced in the thunder and lightning. Every time he jumped up and every time he fell, he was accompanied by thunder and lightning. His hands quickly moved through the void, constructing mysterious runes one after another. That was his thunder method - every strike carried the power to tear everything apart. The ninjas revealed their figures under the light of thunder and lightning. They waved their weapons and rushed towards Mu Yu.
However, in the face of this powerful offensive, Mu Yu did not back down, but instead stepped forward to meet it. His thunder method is more violent and violent. He was like a violent thunder dragon, roaring, tearing through the darkness with unparalleled power. His thunder technique hit the ninjas, instantly exploding their bodies into a cloud of dust.
In the distance, the wind demon roared and rushed towards Yang Gao. It was a wind-like and demonic existence, its eyes were cold and cunning. Yang Gao held the sword in her hand tightly, her eyes full of determination and determination. She knew that Mu Yu was fighting for her and resisting those threats.
Yang Gao's sword started to dance, and every swing of the sword tore through the air like a tornado. The tip of her sword was pointed at the wind demon, and she drove the wind demon back with one strike after another. Every collision was like hitting a rock, making Yang Gao's wrists numb. However, she did not stop, but attacked the wind demon more resolutely.
At the same time, Mu Yu's thunder technique also reached its peak. His hands quickly moved through the void, constructing mysterious runes one after another. Immediately afterwards, he shouted: "Thunder God is coming!" Immediately afterwards, a thunder and lightning several feet high fell from the sky, instantly blowing away one ninja after another.
The duel between the girl Yang Gao and Fuma Kotaro unfolds like a drama. Yang Gao's kitchen utensils were usually her life partners, but now they became her fighting weapons. The pans, stirrers and various kitchen utensils shone in the moonlight, as if they had taken on new life. They dance flexibly in Yang Gao's hands, like a unique battle dance.
Fuma Kotaro responded with a shadow clone, and his figure split into countless pieces under the moonlight. Each clone was like a gust of wind, rushing towards Yang Gao with a fierce offensive. It is a kind of dark martial arts, which is very different from Yang Gao's cooking skills. Those shadow clones seemed to be warriors shaped by darkness itself, rushing towards Yang Gao with fierce killing intent.
However, Yang Gao was not afraid. She used kitchen utensils as weapons and waved them as if waving hope and determination. Every collision between the kitchen utensils and the shadow clone was like a strong shock wave, tearing apart the surrounding air. Yang Gao resisted Fuma Kotaro's attacks with incomparable tenacity and perseverance, and at the same time continued to launch counterattacks.
The shadow clone of Fuma Kotaro surrounded Yang Gao like a whirlwind, constantly launching attacks. But Yang Gao was calm and composed, and her kitchen utensils were like a snake, quickly and accurately counterattacking Fuma Kotaro. Although Feng Mo Kotaro's attack was as fierce as a storm, Yang Gao's resistance was like a tenacious stone. No matter how the wind and rain washed away, he always held on to the defense line.
As the battle progresses, the collision between Yang Gao's kitchen utensils and Fuma Kotaro's shadow clone becomes more and more intense. Each collision was like a spark-scattering impact, tearing apart the surrounding air. The intensity of the battle has gone beyond an ordinary duel, it has become a battle of life and death.
Fuma Kotaro looked at Yang Gao with a sharp light in his eyes. This girl used kitchen utensils as weapons and the kitchen as a battlefield, showing a strength comparable to his. While he was surprised by this, he also became more determined to defeat her.
Her usually innocent and lovely face was now enveloped in a fierce aura, like the stars in the night sky, bright and cold. Her eyes shone with unchallenged determination, and around her, a terrifying power gradually overflowed, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart.
Fuma Kotaro, wearing a black ninja uniform and holding a strange long sword, looks so lonely and helpless in this space. His eyes were full of shock and fear, and he understood that he had fallen into an unprecedented crisis.
"Kill!" The girl Yang Gao's clear shout echoed in the space. She waved her jade hand, and countless sword energy flew out from her fingertips, converging into an earth-shattering force and rushing toward Feng Mo Kotaro. These sword energy streaked through the air, making bursts of shrill whistling sounds, as if they were telling the tragic song of life and death.
Fuma Kotaro grasped the long sword tightly and rushed towards Yang Gao, trying to cut off this invisible attack with his own strength. However, when his sword energy collided with those swung from Yang Gao's hands, he only felt a powerful counterattack force, which severely knocked him back. His body drew a parabola in the air and hit the stone wall in the distance. A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red.
Yang Gao's attacks did not stop because of this. Like a killing god, she led countless sword energy to continuously attack Fuma Kotaro. Every attack seemed to tear this space apart completely and completely defeat Fuma Kotaro. Although Fuma Kotaro tried his best to resist, he still couldn't resist Yang Gao's endless attacks. There were more and more wounds on his body, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
Finally, with a deafening explosion, Fuma Kotaro's defense instantly broke. Yang Gao's sword energy was like breaking bamboo, instantly penetrating his body. Fuma Kotaro's body froze in the air for a moment, and then suddenly exploded into a bloody mist. His long knife flew out in the aftermath of the explosion and hit the mountain wall in the distance, making a long echo.
Although Fuma Kotaro has left his body, his consciousness is still wandering in this hazy blood mist. Through the falling blood rain, he looked at the girl Yang Gao who defeated him with her absolute strength. His heart was filled with endless pain and regret, but he knew that this was his fate.
Yang Gao waved her arm again, and countless sword energy rushed towards Feng Mo Kotaro under her command. This time, she showed no mercy. Those sword energies cut through the space like sharp swords, seriously injuring Fuma Kotaro. He fell to the ground, groaning in pain, blood staining the ground red.
