Wow——!
"Snow?"
Yiwozuo stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. He squinted his eyes and looked doubtfully at the white mist blowing in from the front.
In the mist, there are cherry blossom petals flying all over the sky.
The crystal pink petals radiated light, passed through the covered fingers in front of her, fell slightly, and floated to rest on the tip of Yi Wo Zuo's nose.
No, it's...Sakura?
He stared at the petals, his expression gradually becoming confused:
"what happened…!"
Yiwozuo looked around in surprise and took two steps back.
In the night sky street just now, Tanjuro and another monk were approaching him.
All disappeared without a trace.
He turned his head and glanced at his right arm.
It seemed like someone was holding me back just now, preventing me from moving forward.
but now.
Enter the purpose.
Just endless mist.
And in the distance of the fog, there was a huge black shadow, curled up and crawling on the ground, like a mountain.
Hallucination? Vampire magic?
Yi Wo Zuo came back to his senses, he frowned, snorted, and looked around with dissatisfaction.
No matter what you are!
"Don't pretend to be a fool for me!"
He gritted his teeth and shouted:
"——My battle has just begun!!"
"wake up!!"
Shouting, he suddenly raised his fisted hand.
Poof!
He slammed his fist into his temple from the side like a piercing force, causing blood to splash everywhere.
Dark red blood stained his eyeballs, and veins bulged on his forehead.
At the same time, he kept looking around, expecting some changes in his surroundings.
But after playing with his fists in his mind for a long time, the scene in front of him did not dissipate.
--how come…
Letting go of the hand that was already full of blood, Yi Wo Zuo's head quickly regenerated and returned to its original appearance.
The compass needle under my feet is still open, and I still don't feel any fighting spirit here.
"Could it be..."
After observing for a long time, Yiwozuo could not find anything, and he dropped his blood-stained hands in a daze:
"This is...the highest realm...?"
He clenched his fists, feeling extremely confused.
Yes, the moment before he entered here, he definitely entered the realm he had been pursuing for hundreds of years.
The perception of the whole body has never been magnified, even surpassing the perception brought by the compass needle.
At that moment, he looked up at Tanjuro, and then...
Entered here.
Yiwozuo pondered his inner thoughts.
but--
He looked at the scene around him, and it was completely different from what he had vaguely felt before, and it was even irrelevant.
At this time.
Creaking…
Not far away, the huge black shadow seemed to move slowly.
The sound of decaying wood came slowly.
But it seems that the support force is not enough.
boom! !
The body sank suddenly, and the shaking mist blew a gust of wind in this direction.
"who!"
Yiwozuo was instantly alert. He clenched his fists tightly, stepped away, and faced forward in a destructive and killing posture.
I held my breath and waited for a while, only to find that there was no movement ahead.
He frowned slightly.
Being so passive has never been his style.
so.
[Destruction Kill·Empty Style]!
He clenched his fists tightly, pouring energy into them, and the blue energy gathered suddenly!
A piercing punch!
boom! boom!
Two bursts of compressed air immediately broke through the fog, forming two obvious traces.
The mist that was blown away carried traces of the air's progress.
The mist swept and spread to both sides, suddenly revealing the huge thing hidden behind it.
boom! !
Suddenly, golden thunder descended behind him, illuminating everything around him for a flash.
The appearance of that thing was gradually reflected in the mirror-like golden eyes of Yiwo Zuo.
He was stunned for a moment, frozen in place, his clenched hands slightly loosened and dropped.
"This is…"
Whispering softly:
"…what?"
The pupils trembled slightly.
Yiwozuo raised his head and could barely summarize the entire appearance of this creature into his field of vision.
before.
It was a coiled tree, towering into a huge mountain, but its body and tree roots seemed to be shriveled.
--"dragon".
Its deformed claws hung down weakly, turning black and trembling like decay.
The reason why there is doubt is because it does not look like a simple dragon.
The roots beneath him were firmly rooted in the ground, and they were intricately intertwined, like the meridians of a tree.
It was as pale and rotten as dead wood, gray veins spread and clung to the long body, and the roots of the tree beneath it shrank like a horned dragon.
Loose cherry blossom petals are falling continuously from the roots of the tree below.
——A dragon with cherry blossoms growing on it.
Yiwozuo was stunned until his eyes fell on him.
The dragon hung down, closed its eyes, and curled up on its head in the middle of its body.
Sakura Dragon's curled claws clenched a huge "Seven-branched Sword" that emitted green light, like an illusory one, to support its heavy head.
Look up along the seven knives.
Yinglong closed his dry eyelids tightly.
——A tachi with a broken blade overflowing with red blood was inserted into it.
The simple blade and the exposed, pitted blade full of blood and rust seemed to tell the story of its past.
The long and unhealed scar under Yinglong's eyelids seemed to be caused by this knife.
Yiwozuo observed for a long time. He stood there for a long time, his eyebrows trembling, and his eyes stared at Yinglong in disbelief.
He was as small as he was, at most only the size of an eyeball of the dragon in front of him.
His gaze stayed on the tachi behind Sakuraryu's eyes.
"...Has anyone ever defeated something like this?"
Yiwozuo's eyes were filled with an emotion called confusion:
"Ghost? Human?"
This does not belong to the category of martial arts at all.
What happened tonight shocked him too much.
Whether it is seeing two human beings reaching the highest realm with their own eyes.
Still witnessing the defeated "dragon" in front of him.
Everything breaks through the worldview he is familiar with.
Yiwozuo was stunned.
The thoughts in my heart were already in chaos.
The palms that were hanging down were clenching tightly unconsciously until they turned white.
…
…
for a long time.
"...So that's it...No."
Yiwozuo muttered to himself, shaking his head on the spot, his tone changing from fast to slow:
"That must be it."
"I see."
He pondered for a long time and slowly raised his head. The confused mood disappeared and was replaced by the same excited eyes as before.
About why I suddenly appeared here.
Yiwozuo got his own answer.
He looked at the huge Sakurai who had a knife inserted into his eye.
——Probably, everyone who reaches the highest realm will see something like this!
The so-called [Supreme Realm] is just what I think is the limit of martial arts.
He previously believed that as long as he reached this realm, he would be able to stand at the pinnacle of everything.
But that's not the case.
——This scene in front of me.
He raised his head and looked at Yinglong with firm eyes.
——It is a direct reminder of the insignificance of oneself from the heart.
It's like waking yourself up with a painful punch!
because…
Creaking…
Yiwozuo clenched his fists, a smile appeared on his lips, and his pale back looked like a drop in the ocean under the huge Yinglong.
The eyes are bright.
He suddenly spread his arms, as if his thoughts were clear.
——Martial arts has no end!
After reaching the highest realm, we still have to keep climbing! Become stronger!
"Ha ha!"
After thinking about it, Yiwozuo felt that he was extremely open-minded at this moment.
I looked around and found there was still no way out:
"That's it. Has this illusion still not dissipated?"
Yiwozuo said to himself, he had defined this place as a fantasy that tests his heart.
He turned his head and looked at Yinglong not far away.
tread.
He walked forward with leaps and bounds, and reached the vicinity of Yinglong in a few clicks.
Following the seven-branched sword that was set diagonally down the road, Yiwozuo walked all the way, and finally came to the head of Yinglong.
Snap.
Yiwozuo put his palms on Yinglong's eyelids curiously.
"Roar..." Waves of low roars came from deep in the throat of Zishou Mingyinglong, and the feeling of vibration spread to the palm of Yiwozuo's hand.
!
"Still alive?!" Yiwozuo was so frightened that he retracted his palms and looked in surprise.
He subconsciously relied on fighting spirit, and thought that Yinglong, who had no fighting spirit, was already dead.
But it seemed that he was too weak, Yinglong twitched his eyelids slightly, intimidating the approaching Yiwo Zuo.
After taking a step back, he saw that the surrounding scene remained unchanged.
He once again focused his gaze on the red sword thrust diagonally under Yinglong's eyes.
For some unknown reason, Yi Wo Zuo hates anything related to "swords" and "knives" from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, if the person holding the knife is strong enough, he will still put aside his dislike of the knife and appreciate the other person.
Therefore, Yiwozuo has avoided direct contact with this knife from now on.
"…Here, probably, is the key to get out."
Yiwozuo stared at the black handle of the sword, and the pitted marks on it were shocking.
What kind of swordsman would own such a sword...
Frowning, he held out his hand.
Snap.
He slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
His arms tensed up, just about to pull it out from under Yinglong's eyes.
next moment.
Uh-huh!
The bright red aura immediately wrapped around Yiwozuo's palm, and continued to spread and climb!
"What?!" Yiwozuo's pupils shrank. He looked at his arm holding the handle of the knife, and his scalp went numb instantly.
I wanted to withdraw my arm, but...
Creak——
The arms that had healthy and strong muscles just now are drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye!
He looked at the red sword in astonishment.
——This knife is absorbing its own life force!
As a ghost, he is even the second one.
The speed of body regeneration cannot even keep up with the speed of absorption of this knife!
The loss of vitality is real, and Yiwo Zodiac signs can clearly feel that they are becoming weaker!
Isn't this a fantasy? !
Various thoughts ran through my mind.
Caught off guard, in an instant, Yiwozuo's entire right arm, including the position close to his chest, shriveled up very quickly!
He leaned back and glanced at his right hand, which had turned into bones.
Grit your teeth.
[Destruction and killing]!
Clenching his left fist tightly, the remaining strength was poured into his fist.
boom! !
He slammed into the right half of his body!
With the crisp sound of bones breaking, Yiwozuo's body suddenly lightened as he struggled to free himself.
Staggering, he leaned back, slumped on the sword of the Seven Branches Sword, and looked at the red sword that could not be drawn out in shock.
The bones of his right arm hung dangling from the handle of the tachi, and were slowly turning into powder from the tail, drifting away in the wind.
After absorbing most of Yiwozuo's vitality.
The broken Yin Hong Tai Dao was still stuck in Ying Long's eyes, showing no reaction.
It is worth noting.
When the blood-red aura gradually withdrew from the white bones of Yiwozuo's right arm and attached to the blade of the sword.
Yinglong's eyelids trembled twice.
Two strands of blood immediately surged out from the blade and poured into Yinglong's body along the wounds under his eyes.
No time to think.
"...Ho!" Yiwozuo suddenly covered his head with his remaining hand, bloodshot eyes bursting out of his blue sclera, and his pupils trembled.
There is something extra in my mind!
He gritted his teeth and trembled his eyes.
It was just now, from the tachi inserted at an angle.
What came - the picture!
Yiwozuo's eyes were in a trance.
in mind.
It was the back of a man leaping in mid-air.
Wearing shabby numb clothes, he held a pitch-black knife high, leaped high in the air, and used the knife to catch the golden thunderbolt.
And diagonally below the man's leaping figure, there is a Sakura Dragon that is much more energetic than it looks now, waving seven swords, opening its bloody mouth and roaring!
That figure leaping high in front of Sakuraryu!
He remembers!
Yi Wo Zuo's pupils shrank.
Tanjuro's appearance gradually overlapped with the profile of this man's face in his mind.
His eyes widened, Yi Wo Zuo slowly released the hand covering his head, and he stared blankly at the tachi stuck diagonally in Yinglong's eyes.
At this moment, he discovered.
My guess about this illusion just now seems to be wrong.
…
…
at the same time.
Castle town.
The pale moonlight fell on the street.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
"Nawu...Is this okay..."
Wai Mingyu waved the meteor hammer and was ready to fight at any time. He turned his head and looked at Tanjuro next to him:
"If we don't take the opportunity to kill him completely..."
Tanjuro didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.
"Meow." On his shoulder, Chachamaru, who was still in shock, was leaning on his shoulder, rubbing his head against Tanjuro, making a purring sound.
After experiencing a series of life and death crises, Chachamaru's favorability towards Tanjuro has obviously improved a lot.
Even bigger than Yushiro.
now.
In front of the two of them.
Yi Wo Zuo stood there, his eyes wide open, half of his body was damaged and was gradually recovering.
Just now.
The two of them sandwiched the Yiwozuo in the middle of the street, and both sides thought that a war was about to break out.
Yiwozuo suddenly froze in place and showed a series of abnormal movements.
Including but not limited to yelling, talking to himself, sudden self-mutilation, half of the body turning into ashes for no reason.
Tanjuro held the letter Chachamaru brought with both hands and glanced at it roughly.
When he saw [it varies from person to person] [hallucination], he decisively stopped Weimingyu who wanted to take the opportunity to kill Yiwozuo.
In Tanjuro's opinion.
The current Yiwozao is probably experiencing the "illusion" he once had when he was a human.
Then, the possibility of inducing rebellion will skyrocket.
after all.
Tanjuro slowly took back the envelope and looked at Yiwoza who had a shocked expression in front of him.
——Komaji is a man who listens to his wife very much.
at the same time.
Next to Yiwozuo.
The illusory figure, invisible to everyone, was about to burst into tears.
"how come…"
The girl was wearing a pink kimono, lowering her head with tears in her eyes, and kept trying to hold Yiwozao's arm.
But the illusory hands passed through Yiwozuo's real arms again and again.
There was a cry in her tone, and she tapped her feet anxiously:
"Obviously I caught it just now...!"
(End of chapter)
