"Lady Purple has said that there has never been a miracle in this world. 」

Yakumo Lan glanced up at the sky, standing on the beast path and thinking.

He lowered his head and looked at the man who stepped on the corpse, and his brows slowly raised.

The heart in her hand is the heart of the Witch of Hakurei.

The demonic power that had been continuously instilled into it was constantly being ...... with an extremely powerful force Give it back to her.

It was the power of Hakuri that gave her feedback.

Feedback to her is the power of Gensokyo's strongest shrine maiden.

The power that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Hakurei Shrine Maiden to the present day erupts here on top of a large youkai that was originally standing at the peak of the demon beast.

Coupled with the strength bonus when Shikigami obeyed his master's orders, the current Yakumo Blue only felt himself ......

"Very weak. 」

Yakumo Lan laughed.

"For the first time, I felt that you were so weak. 」

At the same time, she thought to herself that what Lord Purple said was indeed true.

There are no miracles in this world at all, whether you can succeed or not, you must succeed.

Then you shouldn't think about anything other than success.

Now I can only think, I can only think about it wholeheartedly......

Knock down the man in front of you.

And then kill her.

So she looked at the domineering figure on the beast path and said

"How much better have you been injured 1,300 years ago?"

On the beast road, the body of the wind saw Youxiang stagnant slightly.

In this moment of stagnant time, Yakumo Blue rolled up his right hand and clenched his fists in the cold wind and snow, and his right hand was pitch black.

She put on a stance, a martial stance that resembled that of the guards of the Red Devil Pavilion.

Starting with this area of Hakurei shrine maidens, the witches of Gensokyo gradually began to forget the practice of physical arts.

In the past, especially in the previous generation, Hakurei shrine maidens developed a unique punch method in order to target the powerful bodies and weaknesses of each monster.

Later, due to the birth of the spell card rules, you only need to play the barrage game with peace of mind, and this punch method has gradually faded into the minds of countless monsters.

However, Yakumo Blue definitely does not belong to one of these youkai.

She is one of the few youkai who have witnessed the development of the last generation of Hakurei shrine maidens.

She fears and fears this power more than many youkai.

It also means that she understands the power of this punch.

So today, driven by the strength of the heart of the Hirori witch, she put on this posture.

This posture evolves slowly, but it is extremely heavy and dark.

The posture is not pleasing to the eye, and the fist is blindly simple, just a fist that is authentically used to kill people.

Yakumo Lan held his right hand and rushed along the beast path.

The animal path is very narrow, narrow enough to allow only three people to walk side by side.

Yakumo Blue was fast, fast like a shadow, a black shadow, covering the road behind him.

In front of Kazami Yuka is darkness.

It was black, and it swept in.

……

……

Just as Kazami Yuka had stepped out of the flower field in five steps, Yakumo Blue swung his fist at the top of the monster on the beast path.

Obviously, she is still a dozen steps away from Kazami Yuka.

But Yakumo's fist has already appeared in advance.

It's a positive fist.

The simplest, most unpretentious, without any variation with fancy punches.

Positive punch.

There is no magic bonus, no magic assistance, no radiance, no vision of heaven and earth.

It's such a simple and unpretentious punch.

Probably because at this moment she wanted to throw the simplest punch.

Because she firmly believes that the simplest is the most unpretentious.

That's what she's going to do.

She knew that Kazami Yuka could clearly see what she was going to do.

She also wanted to know how the other party would pick up.

Because, if Kazami Yuka takes this punch, then the next time it will be thousands of punches.

……

……

Kazami Yuka didn't choose to fight back with an iron fist as usual, and he didn't raise his hand and wave it, throwing out a bright magic cannon.

Because the wounds she had suffered 1,300 years ago were painful again...... In other words, she's not at her peak.

In the previous battle with the Twelve Gods, the injuries that had been hidden in her body were gradually rejuvenated, revealing pain again.

But that doesn't mean she can quit.

Whether it's for the sake of that person 1,300 years ago, she won't retreat.

Or for the heart of this Hakurei shrine maiden in Yakumo's hands.

She didn't plan to back down.

Let alone...... As a monster among monsters, the pinnacle of big monsters, what she is best at is melee combat, and how can she be afraid of this immature fist?

So she slowly raised the umbrella, opened it, and then faced the black.

The umbrella blocked the darkness.

Yakumo Blue raised his eyebrows slightly, a little puzzled, but he couldn't slow down, and he still waved his fist to see the fragrance again.

In the cold wind, a pair of iron fists came to the big umbrella with a blank of darkness.

The iron fist broke through the air, and in an instant, he came to the front of the flower field, and swung it towards Kazami Yuka, because the friction with the air was too intense, and the fists looked particularly terrifying and terrifying, like a demon.

His fists swept in the wind and snow, and the residual blood fell on the eyebrows of the wind and the fragrance, and the bright green hair color fell backwards like flowers and plants.

But Kazami Yuka didn't blink.

She was still holding the umbrella like that, towards Yakumo Blue.

Then a strange sound sounded, like drumsticks falling on the surface of the drum, like a sword stepping on the altar, thunderous steps.

The place where the iron fist came into contact with the umbrella surface sagged sharply, and the umbrella surface was blackened by Yakumo's blue fists, and the black was like a hollow.

However, Blue's fists are always ...... Failed to break through her umbrella.

Then there was a thunderclap.

With a flash of light, Yakumo Blue flew out upside down in an instant

……

The snow in the Eternal Pavilion gradually stopped, but it was even colder than before, Kurama Tengu and Yayi Yongrin looked in the direction of the Nameless Hill, and the breath exhaled by the two of them filled the surroundings like mist.

Yayi Yonglin didn't expect that Yakumo Zi's hole cards this time were so deeply hidden, and he actually forcibly raised his own style god to a level that could compete head-on with Kazami Yuka through this means.

Seeing Yuxiang's state at the moment, it is simply not enough for her to attack more than four times.

The aura of heaven and earth was isolated by the previous spell, and the demonic power could not be replenished.

When she didn't want to regress herself, she could only take it hard.

After the hard connection, whether she won or lost, she couldn't walk peacefully into the world with her tired body.

Because Yakumo Lan is not the only one waiting for her along the way.

There are many youkai who will attack Yuka Kazami when she is injured, in order to earn the title of 'the strongest youkai'.

Even if the black that Yakumo Blue used was something borrowed.

"Yakumo Blue's move is naturally not as good as the previous Hakurei witch. 」

Kurama Tengu looked at Yayi Yongrin, who was lying on the Taishi's chair and leisurely drinking tea, and continued.

"If it was His Royal Highness Jianya, it would definitely be carrying the Budu Imperial Soul, unloading its strength with a dexterous sword move, and then sweeping away, but at this moment she was seriously injured. 」

"If it was me who faced the darkness, I would probably use a tin rod to the ground and use magic to try to trap her steps, but at this moment the aura was cut off. 」

"So I don't understand how His Highness Yuxiang took this trick in this situation. 」

Bayi Yonglin closed her eyes and thought, as if she was also thinking about how she would respond to this trick in this situation.

She listened intently to the faint thunder from the nameless hill in the distance, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

She stood up and looked at Kurama Tengu, who also looked shocked, and said.

"How is this possible?"

……

……

Yakumo Lan didn't know what he was doing at all, and he was secretly being watched by the two big men of the Eternal Pavilion......

Because when she swept away and walked away, she couldn't open her eyes.

The power of the Hakurei shrine maiden is far more powerful than she imagined.

So strong that she couldn't control her speed.

She was sprinting on the beast path at the moment, and she only had the fragrance of the wind a dozen steps away in her mind.

She felt the scent of the wind and the fragrance getting closer and closer, so close that she took a deep breath, and her stomach was filled with only the fragrance of sunflowers.

So the wind and snow began to ripple, and Yakumo Lan flicked his wrist and looked at the head of the wind and the fragrance

There was darkness in her hands, and her fists were the darkest in this Gensokyo.

It's like a night that takes away the light in the twilight, and instantly dyes the beast path black.

After passing through the dark night, the iron fist carried a light and fell fiercely on the head of Kazami Yuka.

However, at this moment, Kazami Yuka opened the umbrella very unreasonably.

At that time, Yakumo's blue umbrella was half a foot away from the top of Kazami Yuka's head.

At that time, Yakumo Blue's iron fist no longer had the barrier of the umbrella surface, and was about to go down.

With a flash of light, there was a sudden cramping pain in her abdomen.

But even greater than colic is the fear in the heart.

Yakumo Lan let out an extremely sad wail, and retreated quickly.

A bloody flower bloomed in her abdomen, blooming in front of the sunflower field.

She retreated, and as soon as she retreated, she was half a foot.

Even thunder can't describe the feeling that Kazumi Yuka's trick brought her.

It was a sharp feeling.

It was a feeling that should not have been on Kazami Yuka.

It's like Thor falling from the sky, the speed may not be fast, but everyone who sees it can't stop his arrival.

Yakumo Lan covered the unstoppable blood in her abdomen and suddenly laughed maniacally.

"Sword Intent!"

"This is sword intent!"

"You know how to sword?!"

"You know how to sword!"

"Kazami Yuka, you actually know swords!?"