Chapter 658. Curtain

Style: Fantasy Author: Remains of the old swordWords: 2189Update Time: 24/02/20 09:01:04
The words spun out echo the long bow of destruction, and accompanied by the fierce shout, the wind arrows that destroy the stars are released.

The overly sharp sword light was like a falling crescent moon, but compared with the howling blow, it was only enough to serve as a foil.

The strong wind and high heat swept up the wreckage and scattered it in all directions. Even so, the young swordsman still tried to fend off the demonic soldiers to resist.

The magic eye mirror holds the ground and stops the water. Each layer of the microwaves it raises is enough to rival the ancient city wall. The barrier is invincible. All thrown weapons and energy attacks should be unable to penetrate it.

However, under the impact of the two combined offensives, cracks appeared for the first time in the magic soldier named "Oplesser's Round Sky".

Seeing this, the young swordsman was immediately shocked. He originally thought that this arrow would be the same as the sharp arrow he blocked at first. Although the damage range was huge, the penetrating power and destructive power against a single target were slightly insufficient at the cost.

However, the actual situation is exactly the opposite. This arrow did not cause too much damage to the surrounding things. Instead, the spiral wind pressure evaporated the penetrating power of the arrow to a point that even a young swordsman could not underestimate.

Wrapped in the white light of the new moon, the wind arrow almost penetrated everything, destroying all destructible objects around the victim, and the castration still showed no signs of slowing down. The terrifying pressure pushed the young swordsman thousands of feet away, but that was not the result of the arrow, but a deliberate move by the young swordsman to relieve the force.

The young swordsman tried to use the impact of the wind arrow to distance himself from the current three, to stabilize his body before counterattacking, but he did not expect that a chain knife like an iron rope came from nowhere and suddenly tied it. his arms.

"Mikazuki!"

The young swordsman's gaze immediately turned to the old man who was secretly reciting his true name. He knew that this chain knife was the most difficult one among the "Eight-faced Demon Sword". Its characteristics were not only the chain-shaped blade that could extend for tens of meters. ,besides……

"Bang——!" The fire exploded.

With the help of the propulsion of the explosion, the young swordsman was able to avoid the fatal wind arrow, but the injury on his wrist was inevitable. The wound caused by the indescribable explosive like gunpowder made the young swordsman somewhat surprised. , but that’s all.

"That is, cutting with a blade that has the "explosion" quality? "

He raised his head again and saw that the remaining three people refused to let go of the opportunity and attacked him. The young swordsman quickly stabilized his figure and at the same time raised the silver sword body. In an instant, evil energy rose up like a whirlpool, and his sight Cold and elegant, he does not shy away from any attack.

"At this moment, there is no need to doubt."

Because he knew very well that this bloody battle would not end unless one party fell.

Currently, all four of them are enlightened, so why not him?

"Even if it's not worth mentioning at all!"

That is the sword he should hold - so this body does not need a blade, let alone restraint, and the right path of the human heart is meaningless.

The sound of blood dripping could be heard endlessly. On the battlefield that was like falling into purgatory, the blood seeping from his right shoulder, the irreparable injury finally opened a gap at this moment. The young swordsman sneered at this, which also foreshadowed a more dangerous confrontation that would take place on this high wall with overturned gravity.

Kujoji Genro's blessing can unconditionally transfer the sword he grasped in one day to his own hand. At the same time, the sword originally grasped in his hand will be used as a replacement medium and transferred to the place where the former should exist.

Therefore, Kujoji Genro's ability is not limited to himself. When he changes swords, Barong, who masters one of the Eight-faced Demon Swords, can also use this ability to replace the blade in his hand. And this is why Kujoji Genro asked him to always pay attention to his movements. After all, as the secondary beneficiary of the protection, the blade in Baron's hand cannot be decided by him.

However, Barong, who is absolutely confident in his acumen and familiarity with weapons, is not worried that he will not be able to keep up with the rhythm of Kujoji Genro. No matter what magic sword is replaced in his hands, he can master it. Use it freely.

Taking advantage of the respective characteristics of the "Eight-faced Demon Sword", Barong and Kujoji Genro's continuous sword-changing cooperation was dazzling, and they attacked as fast as thunder, defeating the young swordsman step by step.

However, it did not last long, and soon the young swordsman became familiar with the rhythm of the two. His overly keen eyes locked on the sword in Kujoji's hand, and before it was replaced by Barong's hand, he used the sword's inability to defend. , knocking Barong away from him. At the same time, he struck back with his sword and was blocked by the sharp blade from Kujoji.

Feeling the wind coming from the fist, the young swordsman turned sideways to avoid it, and then raised his bare hands lightly to resist another punch from Villafa with his palm. Then the young swordsman used his strength and knocked the two back.

The mirror of the magic weapon that once again blocked the magic of King Kun Ling fed its energy back to the young swordsman. The magic weapon was like a moving spring. On top of this, except for the initial damage caused by "Ding Guangzhi", the wounds suffered by the young swordsman were all. Completely healed.

On the other hand, the conditions of Barong, Kujoji Genro, and even Verafa who fought with them have obviously declined due to excessive injuries.

Even Barong, who is good at disguise, can't conceal his decline. He is gasping for air while confronting the young swordsman. In his opinion, compared with the external injuries, the excessive metabolism of the organs burning like an internal combustion engine is actually a greater burden. . Although King Kun Ling was assisting him, the fact remained that just trying to catch up with the opponent's speed had consumed a lot of his energy.

The same is true for Villafa on the other side. Even though he only joined the battle midway, he actually tried his best during this period.

However, the opponent has the [Blessing of First Sight Kill] and the "strongest" magic weapon that combines resistance and healing effects. Obviously, the efforts made before this are still insufficient in Barong's opinion.

"Have you...ever heard of Yue Ran Yimeng?"

An aging voice came from the other side. The half-kneeling man looked back. He kept raising his eyes and saw the old man holding the knife slowly walking past him, dragging his heavy injuries.

But his attention was not here. On the dizzying distance, on the horizon that seemed to attract the eyes like magic, the thick clouds had faded away at some point, and a touch of purple cloud began to appear in the ultramarine sky. Golden light.

The cherry-red blade in the old man's hand reflected the sunlight, and at that moment that had nothing to do with the moon and dreams, he raised a question asking for proverbs, and unveiled the curtain of the end.

"This is nature. Like all other sword kings, it is the highest point you can touch, and it is also the ultimate state of flowing into the present moment in two days."

Taking the old man's words, the arrogant young swordsman responded.

"It's no wonder you think so. After all, no one else knows the true meaning of this title except Lao Chan himself."

As soon as he said these words, the young swordsman's eyes suddenly filled with unusual hostility. Although there was still a smile on his face, it was no longer the same calm smile as before.

"Yue Ran Yi Meng is not a reference to realm, but - the name of sword skill!"