In a room in the Eternal Pavilion.

The immortal Penglai Mountain Huiye, holding the railing tightly, she looked at the dazzling light above the world, shocked and speechless.

It was the first time she had seen such a beautiful glow.

That dazzling light was none other than the sword light that Kenya had demonstrated to her.

It's just that she never imagined that the sword light would be so ......

So gentle, touching, and ...... Beautiful.

It was supposed to be after dusk, and midnight was coming, the brightest time of the day.

But at this moment, in the corner of the sky, above the sky in the world, it was as if a meteor shower had suddenly fallen, becoming bright and shiny.

She couldn't understand how Kenya had released so much light and aura.

Although she knew that Jian Ya was the reincarnation of a certain swordsman 1,300 years ago, and was also the sword spirit of one of the three major spirit swords, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

She still couldn't understand it.

It's as if the whole Gensokyo is echoing him.

This light is only getting stronger and stronger, and it has no intention of weakening in the slightest.

Her eyes widened, and she watched in distraction as the fireflies fell in the sky, little by little, like snow.

Falling on the eaves of the house of the human being, on the snow of the Eternal Pavilion, on the tip of her nose.

Few people understand the meaning of this light on a deeper level.

This is very little, and it doesn't include the Kurama Tengu standing at the door of the Eternal Pavilion.

He didn't try to touch or perceive this light like Penglai Mountain Kapaya standing in the Eternal Pavilion at the moment, he just silently put it in his pocket, covering his eyes and covering the sky.

Looking at the fluorescent light above his head that has been separated for 1,300 years, feeling the sword light that although the appearance is gentle, but the inside is unstoppable, this big monster who is difficult to meet on the mountain is full of confusion and piety.

Bayi Yonglin, who was standing behind him, was not half moved, she was neither surprised nor joyful, but just looked at the sky with a heavy and solemn face.

Looking in the direction of the White Jade Tower.

At this moment, there was only that sword light in her eyes.

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There was only sword light in Jian Ya's eyes.

At this time, he really only had sword light in his eyes.

The whole world is like it's made up of sword light.

When this piece of fluorescent green is gathered to the extreme, it becomes green.

The green of the eight-meaning sword.

But Kenya was not surprised or worried.

He knew that this green belonged to him at this moment.

It was the summoning of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

It was the Budu Imperial Soul Sword calling to him.

Therefore, he reluctantly took his gaze away from this sword light and looked deeper.

He looked at the source of this sword light, and looked at the sword he held tightly in his hand.

It's the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

It's the second Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

This Budu Imperial Soul Sword is calling hard, desperately longing for its own urging.

If, drawing the sword is his call to it.

Then, the sword light was its answer to him.

Jian Ya sank down, calmly opened his heart, and felt the sword with all his might.

When a person holds a sword becomes instinctive, when a person is born with a sword, when a person consciously begins to dance the sword.

Then this person is really suitable for learning swords.

Thinking of this, Kenya smiled slightly, and he thought to himself, 'Maybe he is a person who was born to learn swords.'

If the sword is his life, the sword is his soul, and the sword is his spirit, everything about him belongs to the sword.

Then at this moment, this Budu Imperial Soul Sword will definitely not respond to his call.

The problem was too complicated to explain, but Kenya only felt it intuitively in an instant.

This sword is only for me.

It's not for the sword, it's not for the eight-meaning sword.

It's just for someone who wants to swing a sword, for someone who wants to carry out his own kendo.

So it came into its own hands.

It is a sword, a sword that will only be held in the hands of a swordsman.

Everything about it belongs to the swordsman, and everything about it responds to the sword.

If the relationship between the swordsman and the sword is a bosom friend relationship like mountains and rivers, then the sword and the Budu Imperial Soul Sword are the best bosom friends in the world.

At this moment, their hearts are the same, and their hearts are the same.

A sword responds to a swordsman and comes here.

It seems that all this has been destined for a long time.

It seems to have been predestined for a long time......

"I was born to be a swordsman. 」

A young man whose robe was dyed blue took a deep breath.

At this time, he was seriously injured, his hands and feet were extremely badly injured, his internal organs were also in a strong and severe pain, and several bones may have been broken.

But in the sword light, his face was pale, but with a smile.

The aura on the altar suddenly became clear.

A swordsman, a swordsman with a sword in his hand at the moment.

For a swordsman who is fully engaged in swordsmanship, the sword light in front of him, which is too exaggerated, seems to be too dazzling.

So Jian Ya tightened his grip on the Budu Imperial Soul Sword and headed towards the sword light in front of him.

With his most sincere and serious strength, he wielded his sword light.

In response to the heart from the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

On the altar, a more violent sword light suddenly lit up, tearing apart these fluorescent lights.

It was a sword light, the second sword of Kenya.

The second sword was far stronger than the first sword, and even stronger than the first two swords of the Eight Meaning Sword.

Because of this sword light, the teacup in Yakumo's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Because this sword light made the spell in Reimu's hand burst with a bang.

Because of this sword light, the double swords of the demon dream suddenly came out of the sheath.

Because this sword light covered the sky and covered the eyes.

Because the sky is full of stars, all are sword light.

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This rushing sword light did not directly attack the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, or this sword light was deliberately done by the Sword Ya, and it disappeared until it was a foot ago.

There was peace on the altar again.

The Eight Meanings Sword shook the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, which was no different from the Sword in his hand, and his heart was full of emotion.

The sword just now is indeed a bit unbearable for him now.

When the sword light rushed towards him, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands involuntarily wanted to swing the third sword.

But in the end, I held back.

Even if you don't want to admit it, you can't deny it. In the split second just now, Kenya did possess the strength to match him.

At least a strength that rivals his current strength.

He felt that the sword light was not simply the power that drove the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, and it was not even the sword light emitted by the Budu Imperial Soul Sword at all.

It was Kenya's own sword light, and it was the sword light that Kenya had crossed the hurdle in an instant.

After the sword heart is clear, there is the sword intent, and the sword is indeed the sword intent at that moment.

Tiny as small as it may be, though it is weak, although he himself may not have even perceived or understood its meaning.

But this sword light did have the power to make him take a serious shot.

So he spoke, his expression no longer reversed and frenzied, but only blindly serious and serious.

The light in the sky was fading and fading, and he looked at Jian Ya and said something with a focused expression.

"If it were in the past, you would have fought with me, and you would have been defeated and invincible. 」

"But at this moment, your sword heart is just beginning to form, and your edge is flourishing. That's why I've survived until now. 」

"But the next sword, the last one. 」

"You're just a sword-hearted person, but I'm open-minded. 」

"Look at the swordsmanship again, you are seriously injured, and you can't use much of your skills, but I am unscathed. 」

He raised the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand and pointed at Jian Ya, and something began to circulate on his body that Jian Ya couldn't understand.

"Therefore today you will be defeated."

Eventually, the momentum exploded.

Transformed into sword intent.

Waiting for Kenya's response.

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Kenya looked at the sky and didn't say much.

In fact, he rarely speaks about the scene, or he is a person who does not argue with others in the first place.

When he was in the world, when he was preparing for a lesson for the children in the dojo, he was having a headache about how to teach his half-hung swordsmanship to the children.

His thinking is not as clear as Keiyin's, his eloquence is not as sharp as that of Shotimarufumi, and his experience is not as rich as that of Kurama Tengu.

After thinking about it again, he chose to pass on his words and experience and solve everything with actions.

In fact, it was the best way for him, and he has been doing so far.

So at this moment, he shifted his perspective away from this dim sky and looked at the Eight Senses Sword.

I'm not a good guy with tongues.

I am a person who does not have a lot of experience and is not mature in thought.

But I'm still a swordsman.

Since he is a swordsman, then there shouldn't be so many twists and turns.

Everything should be simple and straightforward.

A stab!

It all starts with this thorn!

Kenya stabbed out his own sword and stabbed at Yamagina Yaya.

His own sword was pierced in his admiring gaze!

Because the swordsman should have used the sword to speak.

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Kenya's palms are wide and thick, and his fingers are slender, making him ideal for holding a sword.

When you hold the hilt of the sword, you feel like you are holding the world tightly.

The world is small, only a foot that a sword can reach.

But it's very strong, it's very powerful, so the eight-meaning sword yaya faced the stab of the sword and retreated.

One step back was another foot, but he didn't swing his sword.

But his retreat does not mean that he is defeated, and when he retreats, three sword lights surged towards Jian Ya at the same time.

Facing the rushing sword light, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in Jian Ya's hand vibrated slightly, as if it was roaring with joy.

It's an amazing feeling.

Even at this time, Jian Ya was slightly distracted, and his mind wandered into the world of swords.

It seems that he really holds the world, the world under the sword.

Did the body become the extension of the sword, or did the sword expand its own body?

It's hard to say, but it's true that at this moment, it's as if you have become a sword.

A sharp sword.

A sharp sword should not retreat.

So he crossed his sword and put the long sword across his chest, not a salute, nor a sword light.

But his long sword was as steady as Mount Tai and did not move, straight ahead, it was indestructible, like a wall, blocking the sword light.

His face was pale, but he was still so calm.

He whispered the first words he uttered as he clenched his sword.

He thought about this sentence for a while, when he felt that this sword light was too slow.

He was thinking about how to say a polite word in response to the sarcasm of the Eight Meanings Sword.

The words are simple and straightforward enough.

"I've always believed that there is no definite outcome in a sword fight without a start. 」

"Although I don't know, I don't know who wins and who loses between you and me. 」

The sword light began to flow, only an inch away from his long sword.

"But I only took one day off. 」

His long sword also began to vibrate, and three sword lights also erupted and surged towards the opposite side.

With the momentum of unrelenting, the same gas and three clears, colliding together!

There is no error, no hesitation, just no more, no less, the power is exactly the same, canceling each other and colliding, and then disappearing!

"I'm going to go back to class tomorrow. 」

"So ......"

When the smoke cleared, two teenagers with the same faces on the altar pointed their swords at each other.

Jian Ya coughed up two mouthfuls of blood slightly, his face was pale, but he was still in good spirits.

I saw him smiling and his face was gloomy.

In the surprise of the demon dream, they said a word.

The sentence is-

"The next sword I will defeat you. 」