After repelling another enemy, the only remaining vat behind the boy was finally shattered.

After receiving this news, all the youkai who could still fight stood up again.

Howls and screams of sorrow resounded in the sea of blood, and the youkai began to sharpen their minions and fiddle with their weapons.

Then, like flowing water, under the command of the leaders of the various tribes, they gathered on the plain and rushed towards the Qingxia.

However, they didn't speed up, and the speed of the sea of blood was even slower than it had been at the beginning.

Because the boy they feared the most was seriously injured, they could deliberately slow down and run over it like a moving mountain of youkai.

After sacrificing or seriously injuring several big youkai, the boy finally got tired, and even the right hand that had slashed countless youkai began to tremble.

The tremor spread from the palms of the hands to the shoulders and all over the body. Eventually, his figure began to shake, like a drunken man.

This is the best chance that any thinking youkai has come to this conclusion.

So this attack was carried out by the leaders of the various clans, with their elites who had previously hidden behind them.

This attack is no longer a temptation or a challenge.

They are determined to win.

The big and small monsters stopped in front of the Qingxia, and the minions of some of the monsters were already not far from the corpses in the Qingxia.

One of the leaders walked out among the many guards, he looked at the Qingxia not far away, looked at the young man standing between the Qingxia, looked at the trembling sword in his hand, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his ugly face.

Then he said a word.

Jian Ya, who was standing in the sky, was silent, this distance was a little far away, and he didn't hear it with the ears of ordinary people.

But he thought that the boy should be able to hear.

So he turned his gaze to the boy.

The boy didn't respond, but his body still swayed.

In fact, he didn't hear the nonsense that the leader said clearly, his ears kept ringing, his head was aching all the time, and he really didn't have time to think about what the other party meant.

He just looked at the leader, who was guarded and pinched by a group of monster guards, and thought.

He didn't know who the other party was, and he couldn't even recognize which monster the other party was, but he knew that the other party should be a very important figure in this sea of blood.

If it was in its heyday, he would definitely not think about it, and walked directly with the long sword.

But now he was badly wounded, exhausted, and the drinks that could support him in his recovery were depleted.

The only thing left was probably the trembling sword.

Wanting to sleep was his real thought at this time.

But no one would let him take such a nap, and his enemies would prefer to keep him awake.

Don't let him sleep, so what to do?

He began to think about it.

How can you kill this person?

Then he suddenly remembered a nonsense that the old man with the white beard had said in the past on the mountain.

That's a very nonsense, nonsense nonsense.

"If your right hand doesn't work, switch to your left. 」

It was this distraction that made his expression, which had been indifferent, reveal some humanity.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, because for a moment he remembered the good times when he was learning swords in the mountains.

Then, the right hand released the sword, and the left hand took the sword.

Raising his left hand, a fierce wind blew again in the green gorge.

The wind blew away the drops of blood from the sword, and the blood fell on the leader's face.

Glaring, scorching, and sarcastic.

Then the boy's body was like a feather, and with this wind, he stepped out with one step, and stepped over the guards and came to the leader's side.

He looked at the youkai in front of him and swung his sword.

The sword was fast, but it didn't make a wave.

So much so that before the youkai in the sea of blood could react, the boy had already walked back to where he had been standing.

The chief's eyes were pierced by the wind, and it was not easy to open them.

He had only felt a flash in front of him, and he didn't know that he and all the guards had an extra line of blood on their necks.

Then he turned to look at the guards beside him, asking what had happened.

It was such a simple turn of his head, and he turned his head down.

Fell to the ground and was dusty.

On the plain, in front of the green gorge, a green shirt does not move at all, standing still.

In the sea of blood, under the long sword, countless good heads were cut off.

A miserable, heart-rending howl rang out, and the sea of blood began to surge and pound.

The boy swung his sword, and the sword was held in his left hand.

He was tired, his heart was tired, his body was tired, everything was tired.

But he couldn't back down, he had to buy more time to let them escape.

It's his persistence, it's his stupidity, it's his kendo.

A sea of blood rushed in, and countless severed limbs fell to the ground.

I don't know how many youkai fell under the long sword.

But the sea of blood was too strong and too strong, and the boy was seriously injured and tired, although he did not retreat like a reef in the sea of blood, he could not stop the tide from rising and flooding the reef.

In the end, the morning sun couldn't cover the blood tide, so it could only fall helplessly.

A full moon ironically rose slowly, obscuring the sky with a blanket of darkness.

The boy is like the last light in the green gorge, he is brilliant and incomparable, illuminating the darkness.

At the end of the dream, the picture that Kenya saw was a young man in a green shirt, holding a long sword, blood flying in front of him, holding his head proudly from beginning to end, disobeying the sky and the earth.

Then it was swallowed up by a sea of blood.

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"Thirteenth generation. 」

Reimu didn't know what the other party's point was in asking this question, but out of respect for the other party's age, she chose to answer.

Snowflakes fell on the branches of the Saigyuki Demon, dotting the cherry blossom trees that had not bloomed.

"This generation of shrine maidens has lived longer than expected......

The eight-meaning sword on the altar muttered the words of the thirteenth generation repeatedly, and finally smiled and nodded, which was regarded as thanks.

Reimu turned a blind eye to it, still sitting next to him, the imperial coin in his hand gripping tighter.

Then he walked to the edge of the altar and met Yakumo's gaze straight into it.

"Little girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

「…… I'm fine, but you're bad. 」

Yakumo Zi looked at this face that was no different from Jian Ya, and suddenly felt a little upset.

"How long will it take to toss around like this game? My witch can't wait to get rid of you. 」

She glanced at the person who had been standing beside Youyouzi from beginning to end, her expression was a little flustered, so she was serious, and her face could no longer cover the pale demon dream.

And Marisa, who has been standing in the corner since just now, holding a gossip furnace behind her back, and secretly gathering magical power.

As for Reimu...... On the surface, he was half-asleep, but in fact, all his qi was locked on.

Now it can be said that it is a step-by-step crisis, which affects the whole body.

"I'm the only one here on your side now...... Let's hurry up and finish the ceremony. 」

"Don't worry, my life experience and his life experience are very different. That kid has to toss around for at least a while. 」

Then he changed his words, but his eyes were blazing and he looked at the Yuyuko of Xixing Temple, who was holding an umbrella and was indifferent from beginning to end, without the slightest panic...... The demon dream beside her.

"On the contrary, it's the second knife stream over there, which interests me a lot...... She'd been staring at me since just now, and the hostility was too palpable. 」

"Yes!"

Youmu gritted her teeth, and stood up against the uncomfortable thin snow in Yuyuko's encouraging gaze.

"I want to know, my brother...... Where is the sword teacher in the world, Jian Ya, where is he now, are you still alive?"

"What if my answer is yes, no?"

"So...... In the next is not talented, although he can't be defeated, but he also has to fight to get justice for his brother. 」

The demon dreamed of his childhood complacency, thinking that he was enough to become the most qualified successor of the second sword of life, and when he was complacent, his grandfather always reprimanded him with a serious face.

"If you're complacent at this level, you'll never be able to step into the world of kendo. 」

At that time, I didn't know the meaning of this word, but after getting along with Kenya and communicating with Kenya...... She began to slowly understand the idea behind the taboo's words.

A swordsman who can only draw a sword, swing a sword, draw a sword, and even kill people will never be able to enter the world of kendo.

The sword can be ruthless, but man must be merciful. It is not swordsmanship or swordsmanship that controls the direction of the sword, but the swordsman, the person.

Although his brother had always claimed to swing his sword with his senses, Yumu could tell that he had been enjoying the process.

When faced with Kenya, Youmeng realized that there were really people in the world who loved swords more than her.

Such a person is loyal to the sword, sincere to the sword, and may die by the sword in the end.

No matter what the outcome is, such people will not have any complaints, because at the end of their lives, they must be accompanied by a sword.

And now, the elder brother who loves swords so much, and the swords who are so sincere to swords, are going to be harmed by the tricks of the person in front of him.

Youmu was angry...... It's also sad.

She really didn't have the courage and face to wield a long sword against her master's best friend.

So when Yachiyi Kenya appeared in shape, she made a decision.

So she suppressed the trembling sword at her waist, revealing an unprecedentedly serious gaze.

"Your answer is!?"

"Beautiful sword, beautiful ......"

The Eight Intentions Sword is undeniable, and he is always calm and calm in the face of the scorching momentum of the demon dream.

Yakumo Zi tore a gap in the air, and then threw it towards the altar, he took it, and there was no politeness at all, the two were like guests and hosts, the host invited guests to drink, and guests thanked the host.

So he once again looked at the sea of blood and drank like the 1,300-year-old green gorge...... Then draw your sword.

"Very beautiful eyes"

"You're probably the youngest swordsman I've ever known, and at the same time the most swordsman-like. 」

"But I have never had a precedent for showing mercy to women, so I can only give you an answer in the most swordsman-like manner. 」

Immediately after that, the thin snow, which had been flying all over the sky and had no order, suddenly disappeared as if it had been melted by the sun, leaving only some standing water on the ground.

The snow stopped.

The first to discover this problem was Yuyuko, who was standing behind Youmeng, and none of the people present were more concerned about the direction of the restrained undead and Bo Xue than her.

Yuyuko looked at the umbrella in surprise, and the umbrella stopped trembling, but at the same time, it could no longer play the role of an umbrella.

Because the sunlight shines through the umbrella and hits Yuyuko's face.

An umbrella can naturally block out the sun's light...... What's more, it's also the umbrella held by the most powerful youkai in Gensokyo.

Then there is only one reason why you can't block the sun, the umbrella surface is destroyed.

So Yuyuko was surprised to find that there were many dense small holes on the umbrella surface, and the sunlight shone on her face through the small holes.

But it wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable.

She folded her umbrella and looked down to wonder what had destroyed the surface of the umbrella without leaving a trace.

"It's the wind. 」

Suddenly, the cold voice of the Hakurei witch sounded in her ears, so that Yuyuko raised her head in surprise as she lowered her head in contemplation.

However, she only saw the spiritual dream of meditating with her eyes closed, without the slightest fireworks in the world.

Is it the wind?

I see.

No matter how strong and fierce the snow is, it can only fall down the slope, fall into the mud, and eventually turn into stagnant water, which is a fact that cannot be changed no matter how powerful the giant is.

But the wind is different, the wind is air, the wind is freewheeling, pervasive, and in this respect the wind is indeed wider than the snow.

The snow is followed by the wind?

It was a day full of wind and snow, and many disasters.

Yuyuko smiled slightly wryly, and then looked at Youmu who was slowly walking towards the altar.

There are also some judgments in her heart...... That is, once Youmeng's life is in danger, then she will also go all out regardless of Yakumo Zi's arrangement.

So she turned her eyes to the altar, and just like that, she watched as Youmeng pulled out her twin swords and came to the front of the Eight Meanings Sword.

Everyone present was not optimistic about Youmeng's challenge, but they would not laugh at Youmeng's decision.

Because in their minds, they have already made decisions that may be opposite, or they may be the same, but without exception, they are all stupid.

Then I saw that the Eight Intentions Sword Ya raised the right hand, the right hand that held the long sword without a little trembling.

The clear body of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword reflected his serious eyes.

His words were heavy and serious, and then they resounded over the altar.

"I throw in the towel!"

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PS: I laughed out loud when I wrote the last sentence.

PS2: The Suzaku feather fan in the group sets the world's classmates...... Well, that is, now the book review area has been pinned to the top and refined, and the one who wrote the CP analysis. Recently, I wrote some small theaters like "If Kenya and She Get Married" in the book friend group.

Now there are all kinds of strange small theaters such as the Son of Heaven, Sanae, Yonglin, and Emperor.

All in all it was fun and fun.

PS3: I can see that I'm ready to move.