The young man ignored one thing. In this fierce battle, which seemed to be extended infinitely for one second, not only the battle between swords and swords, but also the battle between magic power and magic power was etched in time like waves.
The battle is like dripping tiny gravel, but it is conclusively converging towards the end step by step.
And just before the end of the battle, like the calm before the storm, the young swordsman felt a chill running down his spine.
"Answer the call, earth elf of Tianeste!
At the end of the tribulation during the period of deep silt sealing and confinement, I was crowned with the unnamed white letter, and I planted this pure lotus to tie up my true nature with an unreal foundation——"
Loud voices came from the territory, and the young swordsman suddenly looked back in shock, and saw a dark shadow rising all around, and it expanded in an instant, swallowing his body completely.
At this moment, the world in the eyes of the young swordsman was distorted. He realized that everything was collapsing and disintegrating in front of his eyes. The past, present or future, the concepts defined by time, were gradually changing in this endless deceleration and fragmentation. Ambiguous, as if being thrown into a huge cycle that obscures the sky, sinking into an abyss of eternity.
It was a field called "horizon" created by exerting all one's strength and compressing it with tens of millions of times of gravity.
In it, all finite processes will be extended to infinity.
Some people tried to call it the "entrance to hell", but a certain one-armed man present was able to give it a more accurate name.
——Similar to a black hole!
"One of the words contained in the fragments of the chapter is that I should be held in prison forever in this life's karma."
——"Ode to Sky-shattering Perdition"! ! ! 』
The weapons entangled in the hands of the elf mage shone with a strange red light. The fact was that the first-hand earth magic was just a show to hide the truth from others, and allowing Genro Kujoji to talk to him was just to buy time.
The real purpose hidden behind all this is just preparation for the ultimate weapon of Kunli!
In the center of the black hole, there was the scream of metal in the twisted cage. Under the pressure of stellar gravity, the young swordsman's limbs began to stiffen, his legs couldn't help but bend, and the power that attempted to annihilate everything flowed around him. Obviously the young swordsman has understood the opponent's intentions, the opponent's tactics, and the consequences that will follow!
"The oracle of Kun Ling should give you some mottos here, so I add two more——!" My name is Afrot! 』
At that moment, the powerful Dharma King upheld the will to protect and revealed the true name that had been abandoned for thousands of years. A huge flow of magic power condenses in front of the bright red glowing line. It is a solid barrier formed by a huge amount of magic power and is even visible to the naked eye. With a wave of his hand filled with awareness, a black hole collapsed instantly. With the liberation of his true name, the "infinite prison" that originally covered an area of 100 square meters shrank to the width of one person.
At the same time, as the mass inside the black hole compressed, the ground in all directions began to collapse, and countless monsters fell into the sinkhole forever. Looking around, there was a loud noise of earth shattering. With the black hole as the center, the ground with a radius of hundreds of miles was sinking for more than 20 miles in the uninterrupted collapse.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, perjury to refute perjury, cunning to punish cunning, tactics to fight tactics, the most important of which is to be above everything the opponent does. So there is no room for opportunism in this move!"
The elf mage named Afrot raised his tin staff, and instantly a bolt of thunder fell from the sky, hitting the black hole and trying to completely crush the young swordsman trapped inside.
"The so-called desperate move, is this really the extent of it?"
However, even in that realm where ordinary people could never survive, there was a playful sneer from a young man.
Even though the current blow was considered to be an oppression that was infinitely close to a real black hole, and the realm that even light could not escape, still could not take away the life of the young swordsman.
However, Afrot gave an unexpected answer to this result.
"Of course, after all, this is a foreseeable result. There is just something I want to remind you."
Afrot suppressed his sadness and said calmly at this moment: "That is, can your magic soldiers still be used now?"
At the same time as the voice fell, the young swordsman realized something was wrong and turned his head. He saw that the cracks created by the mirror of the magic weapon that had been hit by the wind arrow had spread without knowing it, covering the entire mirror ferociously.
"This is your purpose?!"
"Correct answer!" Afrot smiled slightly and then snapped his fingers.
Under the erosion that resembled a black hole, the mirror surface of Oplesser's round sky became uncontrollably distorted. With a crisp sound of cracking silk, the mirror surface suddenly collapsed in an instant.
——It was like having a long dream.
Although it may actually be just a memory displayed by a revolving lantern for a few seconds, even though his consciousness is muddy, that scene does belong to the young man himself.
Whether it's the creaking feeling inside your body or the burning pain in your shoulders, they are all unique to you.
The bright skylight gradually dimmed, and the outline of the horizon became blurred.
Consciousness is like splashed paint, quickly merging with other things in the body.
He knew that he must have dreamed something, because at that moment, there was a feeling like petals on his cheek, soft and warm, but extremely ethereal——
There must be something that deprived him of the right to dwell in memories?
"□hang□"
"□□ Tower"
"Foolish and counterintuitive"
"--cocoon?!"
The voice echoing in his mind made the young man suspicious, and a sharp pain came from his chest, dragging his consciousness back to reality.
"Where are you looking?!"
What struck his ears across the "territory" was a sharp shout from a man, but the young swordsman suddenly realized that the approaching sound did not come from directly in front, but from behind him!
Barong and Kujoji Genro stood side by side holding swords. In an instant, they struck together, and the light of the swords flashed away, shocking the heavens and humans. In just one thousandth of a second, the two of them crossed the "man-made disaster" and moved to the other end of the battlefield.
Behind them, the young swordsman had been cut apart along with the surrounding space. Even the black hole that could not stop flowing could not be spared. It was split into two by the sharp sword light, frozen in the void like a condensation, and bloomed. The whole body can no longer move even half an inch.
"——Tsuki Ran Yimu! That is a sword skill that can cut even time!"
Making a move to put away the sword, Kujoji Genro spoke as if he was pretending to explain.
It was a time and space where only the one who struck the sword and the one being attacked could negotiate, a time and space where even the spurting blood was stilled.
The young swordsman smiled awkwardly as he lowered his eyes to look at the cherry-red sword light that opened his chest.
"You know, if I were you, I wouldn't use this "difference" just for a surprise attack. "He cast his gaze to the other end, where the man holding the Snow Sakura Blade was frozen by the surrounding time and space and unable to move.
"It's obviously a combined attack between the two. As a result, the so-called Yue Ran Yi Meng, even my protection could not be broken. The only thing you can rely on is the magic sword named Xueying!"
"Indeed." Kujoji Genro lowered his head, glanced at the blazing sword in his hand, and couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Puzzled, the young swordsman couldn't help but ask.
"I'm just laughing. Until now, you still haven't been able to understand the essence of "Yue Ran Yi Meng". "
"What?!"
After hearing this, the young swordsman's pupils suddenly shrank, and at the same time, the condensed time and space around him began to flow. However, what surprised the young swordsman was that the time and space did not continue to flow sequentially from the scene in front of him, but moved backwards under his shocked eyes. Back to two seconds ago, at the moment when the two swords were about to strike together!
If it were just a simple flow of time and space, then for the young swordsman, it would just be another trauma from the Snow Sakura Blade. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that the wound on his chest had not recovered?
"Where are you looking?!"
At that moment, with Barong's sharp shout, the Snow Sakura Blade he was holding tightly in his hand was replaced by Kujoji Genro's hand, and was replaced by the world's most poisonous sword.
"Onimaru Souji!"
The true name was liberated, and the highly poisonous blade slashed along the young swordsman's wound, while Kujoji Genro held Yuki Sakura with a sword and cut off the young swordsman's right arm holding the sword.
The timing is reversed and the king's car castles.
Staring straight ahead, the man slashed his sword across the sword, and a black hole was annihilated. The torn body behind him erupted into a waterfall of blood amidst the shrill screams.
"After all, it's just a missed move. Are you... not willing to accept it?" The man said calmly, leaving his back to the people behind him.
