Onozuka Komachi stood with a sickle, smiling and silent.

Kenya didn't know that Komachi rarely smiled so seriously, and he couldn't have known that when Komachi smiled, she was the most unhappy.

But he could clearly feel that an extremely sneaky aura suddenly appeared on the clear locust tree street, and the evil and ghostly places made people feel tired and uncomfortable.

Onozuka Komachi squinted his eyes and said, "Then I'll make a move." 」

The cold sound faded away, and the tall body of Onozuka Komachi suddenly disappeared.

The locust tree began to sway, and the distance between the two people narrowed dramatically.

The scythe of Onozuka Komachi is very large, so it is called a giant scythe.

Because it is a giant scythe, it is also very long, and when held in the hand, it is taller than the tall body of Onozuka Komachi.

Almost at the moment of raising his knees, Komachi came to Kenya's face.

The ability to manipulate the degree of distance was vividly exerted by her at this moment.

With her left hand, she pressed the right hand of Jian Ya, who was holding the sword in vigilance, and pulled him behind her, while buckling her right foot and turning around.

The waist and right arm were exerted at the same time, and the scythe came to Kenya's waist in an instant.

To outsiders, it's as intimate as a lover's hug.

A hug from death.

Onozuka Komachi's martial arts are all killing skills honed in the perennial fighting, there is no half of fancy, some are just ruthless and accurate.

This precision includes not only the accuracy of not doing the shot, but also the accuracy of the timing of the shot.

At this moment, Onozuka Komachi's blow was just when Kenya had just alerted her to step on her knees, and he took advantage of his miscalculation of the distance, and his feet did not have time to exert force.

Therefore, Jian Ya only had time to draw his sword.

The right hand that was originally held by Onozuka Komachi still didn't pull out the long sword, but the Budu Imperial Soul Sword was like a psychic, although the long sword was not unsheathed, but the sheath was out of the long sword.

Kenya maintained his right hand held down by Onozuka Komachi, and with a bend of his arm, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword blocked the scythe with his backhand.

The sword and the scythe collided.

Jian Ya's long sword is not an ordinary long sword, although the hardness may not be as good as the Louguan sword of Demon Dream, but in terms of handy, it can no longer find a second one.

So it's not a long sword in the usual sense, it's a sword that only belongs to the sword.

Although Onozuka's feeling for Kenya is strong, the sense of oppression is not as strong as that of Kurama Tengu, so he should be someone who has not yet reached the realm of the Great Youkai.

However, this extremely sharp spirit sword killed countless great monsters 1,300 years ago.

Well, it must be able to block Komachi's scythe.

Onozuka's face changed slightly.

Because from her left hand, that is, from the right hand where Kenya held the sword, she suddenly felt a strong tendon.

This power suddenly appeared, and the spiritual power transmitted from the Budu Imperial Soul was sent to his right hand, and exploded the moment she made contact with Kenya's hands.

But Onozuka Komachi is not a human at all, she is a god of death, a god of death who is closest to a god of death.

The fingers of his right hand are scratching towards the palm of his hand, as if he is trying to touch his wrist between his fingers.

However, it was this weirdness that made Jian Ya's face change.

Onozuka Komachi has a sickle in his right hand.

She held the scythe in her right hand.

And at this moment, the scythe that was originally facing the direction of the blade of the sword, under her strange move, suddenly turned outward!

Komachi smiled, his left hand still holding down the right hand of the sword that held the sword.

But she swung it, and the scythe swung at her.

Tear up.

but it is the sword that bleeds.

……

……

Kenya looked at his right shoulder, and at this time, the tip of the scythe cut cut a crack in his shoulder, and blood oozed from the crack.

He looked at the scythe, which was half a head taller than Onozuka's Komachi, and really admired.

"You are the first person in my mind to be able to use a long weapon so superbly. 」

As mentioned earlier, Onozuka's scythe is half a head taller than Komachi itself.

The blade of the scythe is very long, and the arc is beautiful, which happens to be the most suitable arc for killing.

Then this arc will inevitably not appear on Komachi himself.

Like a nunchuck, the blade of the scythe went around Komachi and landed on Kenya's shoulder.

If it weren't for Jian Zaifu's heart and turning sideways, I'm afraid that the entire right hand would be cut off again.

Onozuka Komachi didn't chase immediately, just looked at Kenya's cracked shoulder, looked at the blood stains exposed inside, and sneered.

"How can a cultivator who is just a half-person tell me that he has no chance to make a move?"

Kenya glanced at the wound on his shoulder and frowned deeply.

"Why would a person with your ability bully a weak person?"

Onozuka Komachi thought that Kenya was talking about Lumia, and didn't think of anything else, she said.

"She's guilty, so I'm going to kill. 」

Jian Ya looked coldly at the red-haired woman who was taller than himself, and said in the same cold tone.

"Looks like that's you. 」

Onozuka Komachi laughed angrily.

"What about me? a swordsman who can't hold a sword, a wasted man who needs to deliberately say so much nonsense to delay his recovery, what's so scary. 」

"Unless you have a second sword, unless you also have a left-handed sword. 」

She looked at Jian Ya, seemed to see Jian Ya's heart, and after smiling coldly, she didn't say anything more, without any tricks, the scythe was raised, and it fell again, as if to cut the hand that Jian Ya held the sword away.

However, Kenya's right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and a pit suddenly appeared on the solid stone brick floor.

His whole body tensed instantly, like a bow to the extreme.

Speed and strength were originally the most effective means for the strong to crush the weak, but they didn't make much sense in the face of this weirdo who could ignore even the distance.

So Kenya had no intention of dodging this attack.

There was no dodge, just crouching, and then suddenly exerting force.

At this time, Kenya's long sword was much longer than Onozuka's scythe.

Because the advantage of the scythe originally lies in its long handle, and the woman in front of her chose to give up the advantage in order to attack the shoulder where the sword was held, and instead limited the long handle and used the blade to attack.

Well, there's nothing to be afraid of.

The sword, the sword took the sword momentum, like a demon dream, and exerted all his strength towards the sickle.

The tip of the sword collides with the tip of the sickle.

In an instant, an extremely beautiful picture was formed.

In the dark night, there were sparks.

Before the light, the two danced.

It's like a couple of men and women who don't want to be hindered by others and secretly have a tryst in front of the locust tree.

Although the two dancers desperately wanted to kill each other, the intimacy was all for the sake of killing.

But the moment the second sword groan sounded, the two were separated in an instant.

It's like being caught off guard and avoided.

The locust tree was still shaking, as if to annoy the lovers' eccentricity.

However, Kenya didn't think about it so much, he silently looked at Onozuka Komachi's surprised expression, as well as the wound on her right shoulder, and said.

"That's the first move. 」

Onozuka Komachi didn't respond, she looked seriously at Kenya's right hand.

Then he looked at his left hand again.

Feeling the long-lost pain in his shoulder, he squinted his eyes and said.

"You really have two swords. 」

Sword.

It's the second Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

The green shirt is a sword, holding a double sword standing in front of the locust tree.

Come and kill.

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PS: In other words, Kenya is a man with two brushes.

Laugh.