In front of Nohara Shinheng, the Yamata no Orochi ran rampant with its huge body and ferocious power, but all of this seemed so insignificant in front of Nohara Shinheng's golden thunder. His hands were like holding a ball of blazing golden flame. When it came into contact with Yamata no Orochi, a shocking battle broke out.
Nohara Shinheng was wearing a dark samurai uniform, and the powerful aura he exuded was enough to make even the most ferocious beasts retreat. His eyes, like abyss, reflected firm determination and fearless courage. His hands were tightly grasping the ball of golden thunder, as if the power of the entire world was concentrated in his hands.
When the golden thunder came into contact with the Yamata no Orochi, the snake's body immediately erupted with dazzling white light. Every collision felt like a huge force hitting its body directly, causing it to twist painfully. Nohara Shinheng did not back down, but challenged Orochi with a more fierce offensive.
His golden thunder was like an invisible sword, cutting deep wounds on the snake's body. The black liquid flowing out of those wounds trembled and twisted in the pain of the big snake. Every attack made Orochi take a step back, but Nohara Shinheng's momentum became stronger.
This battle seemed to be Nohara Shinheng's one-man show. Every ray of light he wielded with the golden thunder left a deep scar on the snake.
In Nohara Shinheng's body, a vast power is rushing out. His eyes are shining with sharp blue light, as if he can penetrate all the fog and directly see the truth of the facts. His fingers danced gently, like strings that controlled the life of all things. They seemed weak, but in fact they were full of fatal power.
Behind him, a huge shadow was breaking out of its shell. It was one of the most powerful warriors in Japanese mythology, Susanoo. It had a resolute face, a tall body, and the powerful aura emanating from its body made the air freeze. In Nohara Shinheng, Susano'o's power is as deep as the ocean and as hot as the sun.
In contrast, the Yamata no Orochi on the opposite side looked a little sluggish. Its body was trembling, and the eight heads seemed to be filled with fear. Its eyes were full of despair, as if it had foreseen its own fate. In the face of this powerful force, the majesty of Yamata-no-Orochi no longer existed, and it could only struggle feebly, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
Nohara Shinheng's eyes flashed with determination. He clasped his hands together, and Susano'o's power condensed into a huge blade in his hands. With a sound of breaking through the air, he suddenly slashed at Yamata no Orochi. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall into silence, with only the sound of the blade cutting through the air echoing.
As the blade fell, Yamata no Orochi's body was cut in two, and the eight heads rolled in the air a few times, then hung down feebly. Its body fell like a mountain, shaking the entire earth. The huge snake body was twisting in pain, but with a wave of Nohara Shinheng's blade, the spark of life was finally extinguished in the Yamata no Orochi.
At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall into silence. The Susano'o behind Nohara Shinheng also gradually disappeared into the air after the death of Yamata no Orochi. Nohara Shinheng himself stood quietly, as if nothing had happened. His eyes were full of calmness and determination, which was the calmness and confidence after experiencing countless lives and deaths.
The big snake in the border realm has been suppressed by him. It stopped moving, like a desert covered by ice and snow, dead and cold. Nohara Shinheng looked at it indifferently, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain. No matter how powerful it had been, in front of him, it was just a futile struggle.
In a forest of blooming cherry blossoms, Fujimiya Nobunori, wearing green armor, fell under a thick cherry blossom tree. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but there was a smile of relief on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the heroic scene in front of him, where Nohara Shinheng was standing up to fight the Yamata no Orochi.
Nohara Shinheng's figure looked tough and decisive in the sunlight, and the sword in his hand shone brightly in the sunlight. Facing Yamata no Orochi, he showed no fear at all, only his firm eyes and decisive actions. But Yamata no Orochi, that once formidable monster, seemed a little powerless in front of Nohara Shinheng.
Looking at all this, Fujimiya Nobunaga showed a happy smile on his face. He knew he had done everything he could. He tried his best and successfully held back the Yamata no Orochi, buying time for Nohara Shinheng. Now, that man has grown into a hero who can stand alone. He successfully killed Yamata no Orochi. This was his victory and their victory.
However, Fujimiya Nobunori's body gradually lost strength due to excessive injuries. He felt that his life was slowly passing him by, but he had no regrets. Because he knew that his sacrifice was not in vain. He used his life to interpret the power of justice, and he used his actions to prove the value of courage and sacrifice.
Finally, Fujimiya Nobunori slowly closed his eyes, and his body lay quietly under the cherry blossom tree. His soul seems to be integrated into this blooming cherry blossom forest, and his presence will remain in people's memory forever. His smile is still so gentle and firm, as if telling people: even if life disappears, justice and love will last forever.
In the silent air, Mu Yu suddenly noticed a strange silence. That was the breath of Fujimiya Nobun. The once firm and steady breath had now disappeared without a trace. It is a unique sense of existence, an irreplaceable vitality. Its disappearance is like the brightest star extinguishing in the night sky, which makes people feel deeply surprised and indescribable sadness.
Although he had only known Fujimiya Nobunori for a short time, Muyu had full respect for this tenacious and unyielding warrior. His courage, wisdom and perseverance were all deeply imprinted in Mu Yu's heart during those brief encounters. His figure was like a huge mountain peak, firm and majestic, but now it collapsed suddenly, which was unacceptable.
Mu Yu's heart was struck by a strong and complex emotion. It was anger, sadness, and endless pain. He felt that his heart was contracting violently, as if he was crying blood. It was his heart crying, suffering from the sudden loss.
At this moment, a cold and cruel anger burst out from Mu Yu's body. This anger and sadness combined to form a powerful force. His eyes flashed with blood, the flames of anger and hatred of death.
