The little-known Tatō Fengkiri became extremely monstrous due to the infiltration of the ghostly aura, and for a while it actually took on the appearance of the legendary demon sword.
Occasionally, a trace of fluctuation is revealed, which makes people's hearts tremble, as if being tightly grasped by invisible hands.
The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet.
Everyone, yes everyone.
Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, regardless of whether they were extraordinary or extraordinary, they all invariably stopped what they were doing and looked at Rean and the "demon knife" filled with terrifying power in his hands.
Moreover, the stronger the strength, the more obvious the perception.
The first ones to bear the brunt are of course the "Golden Rakshasa" Alleria and the "Saint of the Gun" Lianna Sandlot.
The former made a loud noise and did not hide his amazement: "This is the killing sword hidden in Rean's secret. How powerful it is... Although I am not willing to give in, this sword has probably surpassed the boundaries of human beings. Even I can't." I can’t guarantee that I can survive... It’s just that this sword is not like Rean’s usual style. Did something happen that I don’t know about?”
Liana's understanding was deeper than Alleria's.
She lived long enough to know enough.
The reason she lost to Alleria yesterday was because the undead locked her body forever in the moment before death, and she could no longer improve her basic qualities through practice.
You must know that Liana was only twenty-six years old when she died. Even though she was amazing and talented, she still had not reached her peak.
And Alleria is already thirty-two years old, at the golden age of a martial artist, with incomparable mental, physical, and mental coordination, both of which are at their peak.
Only in this way can we achieve great deeds that surpass those of the Saint.
If the two sides were on the same starting line, Alleria asked herself whether she was a match for the Saint.
In terms of skill and knowledge, Alleria couldn't compare to Liana's nearly three hundred years of accumulation.
What's more, Rean's knife made her see very familiar traces.
Could this child have embarked on the path of Shura like me?
But where did the child come into contact?
This is self-destructive!
No, now is not the time to think about that.
Everything will have to wait until I take this knife.
The complicated thoughts were instantly unified, and the saint's spirit was concentrated like never before.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to take this blow that exceeds the limits of human beings.
His fighting spirit also became high, gradually rising, even stronger than when he faced Alleria yesterday.
This is the warrior.
Even though Lianna has long since become a legend, she still has the blood of a warrior in her bones.
Eager to face powerful enemies and see novel moves.
What’s the point of always staying in familiar circles?
Come on, Dawn Schwarzer.
He did not hesitate to throw himself into the darkness to save the child.
You must hold the power in your hands at all costs!
The already majestic fighting spirit became even more magnificent, connecting heaven and earth like a pillar of light.
This can be said to be the world's best fighting spirit that is continuously injected into the lance in the hand, causing rotation through the special lines on the lance.
The violent rotation rolled up unimaginable wind pressure faults and made an astonishing roar.
People with less strength cannot even stand in the wind pressure.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, Liana did not know how many times she tore apart the enemy formation in this way, leading her men to penetrate all the way.
Whether it is the "Cavalry" or the "Saint of the Gun", they have built their reputation with the blood of their enemies and their victories one after another.
And this is just the prelude.
Although there are no explicit regulations, the competition between warriors generally falls into two forms.
One is to go back and forth, gradually test each other, and then decide the winner after getting to know each other's basics. Yesterday's scene between the saint and the Rakshasa was a typical example of this.
The other one was initiated by Rean at the moment and decided the outcome with one move.
Because time and space are compressed to the limit and the ultimate efficiency is pursued, there are not so many things to consider, such as the consumption of energy, the accumulation of potential, the ratio of forces, etc.
There is only one thing to consider, how to defeat or even kill the opponent in the shortest time.
Therefore, Liana used her "sacred skills" without hesitation, exerting all her power without any reservation.
Rean's concentration needs to be even higher.
Although the eyes are open, they can no longer accommodate other things.
Even though my ears were open, I couldn't hear any sound.
He put all his energy and energy into this knife.
At this moment, he only had one thought.
Concentrate, concentrate, more concentrated.
Let the ghost power condense your spirit even more, and then release it in one go.
However, the current self is not enough.
With this sword, you can gain the absolute upper hand, but you may not necessarily win.
His nerves, his soul, and his "reason" told him so.
Although Rean has never actually used the Shura sword since returning from Crossbell, he has never let go of the deduction in his mind and has already deduced it thousands of times.
He is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of this knife, the timing of its use, and the price paid.
Once it is dragged into a war of attrition, it will be overwhelmingly disadvantageous to itself.
Whether it is Lien Chan's consumption or the over-limit liberation of "One Sword Shura", his status will decline rapidly soon, so the advantage is not enough, he must win, and win without any suspense.
Indeed, the opponent is a legendary saint who has been famous in the empire for more than two hundred years.
No matter it is the accumulation of time or the understanding of martial arts, it is not comparable to myself.
But so what?
Rean has known this for a long time.
He came to ask about the sword on the premise that his enemy was a demon from another world and a legendary saint.
It is this kind of enemy that he wants to challenge.
Only by defeating them can you be qualified to challenge the curse and reverse the future.
He had already made preparations and had made up his mind.
Since you don’t have as deep a foundation as the other party, then continue to focus.
Since there are still shortcomings, then squeeze out more.
Squeeze the ghost energy, squeeze your own potential, and even squeeze your own life.
——Come and ponder your soul.
According to the way of Shura, discard all unnecessary things.
In exchange for power, absolute power, the power to cut through the darkness and split the future.
Muscle, bone marrow, blood, cells, from all of this -
Physical strength, vigor, spiritual power——
There is enough power in the extraction to completely surpass the power of the saint.
It only takes a moment.
Shorter than a breath.
Because my sword is meant to cut out infinity in a limited space.
Rean raised his knife.
At this moment, it seems that time is forbidden.
Roaring and surging, the ghostly aura instantly stagnated like burning oil.
Boundless darkness surrounded Rean, covering his hands, feet, body and torso, and finally his head, leaving only two dots and one line of "red".
The two dots are Rean's eyes, and the one line is the sword in Rean's hand.
The next moment, a red light flashed.
Like a red steel thunder, it fired a blow that flew from the shortest distance.
At the same time, Liana also raised her gun, putting her fighting spirit, wind pressure, lance, and her body on the line to welcome Rean's knife.
"Uh oh oh oh oh oh -"
"Drink ah ah ah ah -"
Both of them used their full strength to unleash their moves.
The wind of steel and the lightning of the sword are at hand-to-hand contact.
The strong wind in the air agitated, first contracted inward, and then released in a more violent manner, erupting into a strong wind that swept across the battlefield.
The clash of knives and guns was like the first thunder of spring, erupting with roar and bright light, taking away all color and sound, until——
There was a clang.
The crisp sound of broken steel resounded throughout the entire venue, breaking the terrifying silence.
From this point of view, the still time begins to flow again.
The five senses that had almost disappeared returned again, amidst the endless clanging sound.
Liana slowly lowered her head.
Although he is not the first person he looks at, he is the "partner" who has been with him the longest.
A crack spread across it.
The weight is astonishing, and it is most likely the heaviest cold weapon lance.
It falls on the chest, a full-coverage heavy armor that few people can wear even in the era of the peak of cold weapons.
The armor that was once known as the strongest defense in Samria let out an overwhelmed whine, and shattered into pieces, revealing the same classic cotton lining under the armor and making it impossible for men and women to find any flaws. The golden curve, except for a red trace.
Those are the marks of the knife, the remnants of ghost energy, and the traces of blood flow.
Leanna was hurt.
The unparalleled Saint, who was able to survive such a fierce peak match yesterday, was cut off by Rean Schwarzer with a knife, her armor was broken, and her body was injured.
"Owner!!!"
Dubalie screamed and rushed towards Rean regardless, with his sword in hand.
Ainais and Enea were similar. The former stood in front of the master with his ax and spear, while the latter opened his bow and shot arrows, attacking Rean together with Du Barry.
They are the "Iron Fleet", the direct bodyguards of the Saint, whose first duty is to protect the Lord.
If the master's defeat was just painful, then the master's injury in front of them touched their bottom line.
Definitely protect the master, this is the common belief of the "Iron Fleet".
No matter who it is, if they want to harm the owner, they have to step over their corpses.
By coincidence, Rean was suffering from the sequelae of an over-limit explosion.
Although the new one-sword "One-Sword Shura" has brilliant results, the burden on the body is greater than expected. Even though the ghost energy has calmed down after the outbreak, the body is still in a state of stiffness that cannot move.
Either Dubari or Enaya could kill him easily.
Fortunately, Rean is not fighting alone.
"Don't even think about it!"
Aqua-blue hair floated past her, and together with the blue sword, she stopped the "Sword of Speed".
The golden Kamen Rider's cape fluttered and he charged towards the "Magic Bow".
The pink spirit sword condensed in the air, deflected a bow and arrow comparable to Barrett's, and then turned into a rain of spiritual power and fell on Rean, healing his injuries and replenishing her losses.
Female knight Laura.
Alyssa, the daughter of goblins.
Emma, the witch's companion.
The three of them worked together, and their reactions and tacit understanding were as good as those of the "Iron Fleet".
In a quick attack and defense, the three women formed a formation and surrounded Rean, confronting the "Iron Machine Team" who had also reorganized.
The "Iron Fleet" cannot tolerate Rean hurting Lianna, and Rean's companions also do not allow others to hurt Rean.
The battle between women is about to break out.
At the critical moment, it was the saint who said: "Stop."
Only then did the tense atmosphere ease slightly.
"Master." Du Barry looked nervous, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, the injury is not serious." Lianna shook her head, threw away the lance in her hand, and sighed, "I lost. If I didn't wear armor, I might need to die again - 'One Blade Shura', Shura A very powerful sword."
"Being recognized by you means that my efforts during this period have not been in vain." Rean leaned forward slightly to show his apology and respect.
"Is it worth it?" Liana did not show her approval like she did to Alleria yesterday, but instead looked solemn.
"I chose the path myself." Rean was magnanimous and unwavering.
""You are already a sword master. It is only a matter of time before you step into the realm of 'reason' and surpass me and the 'Golden Rakshasa'. Why rush for success? If you take the wrong approach, it will lay hidden dangers for your future and even shorten your martial arts career very quickly! "
Liana still made her words clear.
It is not impossible for the twenty-year-old sword master to raise Samlia's martial arts to a higher level.
As soon as these words came out, the three women who were resolutely protecting Rean and the companions fighting elsewhere on the battlefield were all shocked, and they all looked at Rean with concern.
The young sword master who had regained his composure smiled slightly: "Let's talk about the future in the future. I value the present more than the distant and uncertain future. Only by mastering the present can we move towards the future - your words will surely I can understand it. Through the knife just now, I confirmed that you are actually the same as me."
Lianna knew that he was talking about the fact that she had also set foot on the path of Shura.
She was the one who first taught Levi the way of Shura, and Levi in turn taught it to Rean.
Still shaking his head: "It's different, there is no hidden danger in this body - your 'One Sword Shura' is indeed very strong, but it's a pity that you failed to make me lose my fighting ability. If I say hello and fight again, you and your sword can How long will it last?”
"You saw through it."
Li En shook his wrist in a nonchalant manner, and the ghostly energy from the blade dissipated.
The blade that was originally as smooth as a mirror was also covered with thrilling cracks, and fell apart with the movement of the hand, making a slight crisp sound.
Yes, Rean's knife was also broken.
The highly concentrated ghost energy collided with weapons and equipment known for their heavy weight, such as lance armor, plus the high-temperature exposure to Macbon, and Fengqi was already overwhelmed.
After all, its material is just ordinary iron, and the design of the tachi itself is destined to be far more fragile than weapons such as Western swords, large swords, and heavy swords.
Being able to continuously defeat the lance and heavy armor with Liana is already an extraordinary performance.
Liana took the one-handed sword from Du Barry's hand. After completely removing her armor, she skillfully performed a swordsmanship: "In addition to lance, I am also good at swordsmanship. What about you? Without the tachi, you can use the eight leaves and one sword style." How much of the divine marrow can be exerted?"
On a similar note, Crowe told Rean more than two years ago that on the battlefield of the Riding God, Rean had to travel to the four major spiritual caves to collect Samlian stones to make a sword.
Weapons are the biggest limitation to the "Eight Leaves and One Sword Style". Even in the eastern part of the continent of Samria where it originated, Taito is still a niche weapon.
only--
"Who said there is no Tai Sword?"
A voice full of energy rang out.
PS: I’ll post it all at once so that you can read it more comfortably. Of course it won’t be available this weekend. Anyway, the author’s output is so much. Although another book is almost finished, I will start a new one soon. I have already discussed it with the editor. It will be either a Pokémon theme or a pirate fanfic. Although I personally prefer the latter, but the prison dogma The subject matter is easy to get confused and confused.
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