The long sword stabbed over, piercing straight into the door of the Nine Voids.

The air that the sword had pierced had torn apart the righteousness that might or may not have been in the temple house. However, the empty and even somewhat immature right hand of the Nine Sky Smoke gently pressed towards the sword.

The long sleeves of the Nine Empty Smoke became extremely soft at this moment, and the domineering miasma carried on the body suddenly turned into wide sleeves, and the layers were wrapped on the sword body of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

The sword did not indulge in such a gentle entanglement, and the last bit of spiritual power on the Budu Imperial Soul Sword completely exploded here, shattering the long sleeves of the Nine Voids.

Jian Ya still looked at the sword in his hand seriously, holding this sword, it seemed that he could do anything.

But it's an illusion.

A miasma suddenly appeared from the palm of Jiukong Xun's left hand, condensed a little, and the palm of his hand pressed against the tip of Jian Ya's sword, so the spirit sword was gloomy and still in front of him.

Jiukong Xun was waiting for this moment, the Budu Imperial Soul could not leave his palm, but his sword could cut off the sword.

In fact, he did just that.

Jian Zai's eyes reflected the blood-red blade and hideous patterns of the Heavenly Cloud Sword...... He began to tuck his abdomen, exhaling and slumping his chest, tiptoeing up, ready to dodge the Nine Sky Smoke's attacks again as he had done before.

But these subtle movements didn't have time to be completed, and a domineering miasma came from the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his left hand, sucking his sword body tightly, so that he couldn't even abandon the sword and escape.

Then this suction force suddenly turned into a repulsive force.

The hilt of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword was heavily repelled towards his wrist, and the sudden pain caused Kenya to lose consciousness for a few tenths of a second.

Just when the Tiancong Cloud Sword took advantage of the situation, broke through the layers of miasma, and was about to cut off the sword.

With a muffled snort, a pair of fleshy fists slammed into the blade of the Tiancong Cloud Sword, causing it to shift by half a foot.

This pair of fists is above board, breaking through the wind.

It's a fist, a Bo Li God fist.

Yakumo Blue's -

Fist.

……

……

The fist is very ordinary, and I don't see anything special, just casually wrapped it around with hemp rope.

However, it was such an ordinary pair of fists, not very strong ones, but it made Jiukong Xun feel a wave of fear and chill, especially when the fists slowly fell, he felt that the blood in his heart was slowly flowing out of his body with this process.

Yakumo Blue was still wearing a Taoist robe, but Jian Ya could see that the other party's sleeve robe was much shorter than the last time they met.

Jiukong Xun stared coldly at Yakumo Blue's fists and said mockingly.

"Meddling in someone else's death match without permission is against Gensokyo's rules. I've been a slave for so long that I forgot the rules?"

"According to the rules of the spell cards, I am now a Kenya-sama Shikigami, which is reasonable...... It's also in order. 」

Yakumo Lan calmly-for-tat, she looked up at Yashamaru flying in mid-air.

"If you have any opinions, you two can go up together. 」

After saying that, he ignored Yashamaru's hideous, maybe twitching expression, turned around and looked at Kenya with a smile and said.

"I only had five minutes to show up, so I'll cut it short......

"Mr. Kenya, are you willing to stoop down and be my Shikigami?"

Her words were so abrupt, yet so reasonable.

Those eyes looked at Jian Ya's appearance seriously, as if they wanted to remember this person's appearance in their minds forever.

Kenya is one of the most intuitive people in the world, and he is also the strongest human in the heart.

When he realized the meaning of her words, perhaps only with a flick of his fingers, he spoke.

"I heard Sanae-sama say that Shikigami is a lifelong thing......

"The contract will be canceled after this incident, I promise it in the name of Yakumo. 」

"Sounds like a flash wedding. 」

Kenya smiled bitterly, and then said.

"Yes. 」

The spirit of words flew out of his mouth, and at the same time, it seemed that the spirit also flew out, and Jian Ya's eyes suddenly became dim.

Just when his words were about to leap onto the rune paper in Yakumo's hand, Yashamaru made a move.

At a speed slightly faster than that of the Nine Sky Smoke, Yashamaru crossed Yakumo Blue extremely quickly, and nodded towards the center of Kenya's eyebrows.

He had a bad premonition, and it was very strong.

He had a hunch that once Kenya became the Shikijin of Yakumo Blue, a lot of unplanned things would happen.

In the process of speeding, one of his hands intact, between which lightly touched Jian Ya's eyebrows.

It's like putting a red mole on the center of your eyebrows.

A ripple appeared on the skin between Jian Ya's eyebrows, slowly expanding.

But no red moles appeared.

The bright color in Jian Ya's eyes, which had originally dimmed, suddenly bloomed again.

That finger, the steady index finger, the finger of the big monster, in an explosive way, conveyed the most domineering miasma in the world to Jian Ya's eyebrows.

With a fingertip click, he quickly came out, no matter how he moved forward, he was never able to break through the incomparably pure demonic qi in front of Jian Ya's eyebrows.

Seeing this scene, Yakshamaru's complexion changed again, and he closed his fingers into a fist, and struck directly at the sword in the chest, as if he wanted to make a hole in his chest.

Jian Ya lowered his eyes, and his right hand changed like a trickle with the mountain, blocking the punch in front of his chest.

It's all done so naturally, so chillingly.

However, Yakshamaru's body began to tremble violently, and his left fist rattled like a red-hot iron.

Kenya lowered his eyes, waved his left hand slightly, and the hilt of the sword hit Yashamaru's chest.

It's not killing intent, it's not destruction, it's an impact that is dignified and free of one of the sneak attacks.

There was a thunderclap in the world again.

The Yakshamaru that was hit by a swift blow of the wind and lightning was like a kite with a broken string, and swept weakly into the distance, sweeping towards the big tree of the temple house.

"Yes. 」

Again the spirit of the word came out of his mouth.

Although the faint but pious reply lodged the pupils of fighting spirit and fighting spirit.

The eyes of the swordsman who fought with his life raised the Budu Imperial Soul Sword with a stiff movement and replied.

At that moment, Jian Ya was like a towering tree, and no one under the tree could ignore his existence.

Where humans are weaker than youkai is generally their weak flesh.

There is a limit to the meridians in the body, and there is a limit to the body's ability to bear it.

And the limit will get worse and worse with the years.

However, it was too fast, Jian Ya's reaction speed was too fast, and the supply speed of demon qi was too fast, as fast as the demon qi was available to him at any time.

With just one move, one face, with the power of thunder, he destroyed one-third of Yasha Maru's demonic energy.

No!

And not just destroy!

It's plunder!

Falling to the ground, Yashamaru was horrified to find that the miasma that he had lost had actually appeared on Kenya's body.

He looked at the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, and suddenly thought in disbelief that if he accepted Yakumo Blue's demonic energy supply, he would become a youkai.

So what kind of monster will Kenya become?

……

……

"Is this the swordsman who turned into a youkai?"

Yakumo Blue's face was pale as he looked at the amazing momentum on Jian Ya's body, as well as the demonic energy that was constantly flowing in his body.

Her limbs were trembling, and ninety percent of the demonic energy in her body had disappeared under Jian Zai's willingness, and she was already exhausted to the peak at this time.

However,

In the temple house.

The sound of the sword roaring in anger resounded throughout the world.

This swordsman who brought her tiredness, the calm in her eyes contained an incomparably powerful demonic aura.

She has never been so weak in her life.

He has never been so powerful in his life.