The eight-meaning sword laughed and laughed.

He was very happy, happy that there were still people in this world, and there could be swordsmen, who could speak to himself like this, and speak wildly to himself.

The next sword I will defeat you.

With only one sword to defeat you and me.

There is not much difference at this point.

Although the words are a scene, the fighting spirit on Kenya's body does not seem to be fake, not to mention that the eight-meaning Kenya can feel that the young man on the opposite side really wants to end everything with the next sword.

The other party has already responded to himself with the best second sword and momentum.

Then he shouldn't be so stingy and continue to ridicule, and the last sword is destined to face it in his best state now.

So he took a deep breath and uttered a self-proclaimed claim that was rarely spoken to people 1,300 years ago.

"The sword servant of the moon capital, the sword of eight meanings. 」

Jian Ya was slightly stunned, thought for a moment, and also said his name heartily.

"A teacher in people, a nameless sword. 」

Then he made the same gesture very tacitly, as if looking in a mirror on the altar.

The same raised the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, and pointed the sword at the other party.

"Sword out—"

"No regrets!"

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……

The reason why the sword light is called sword light is inseparable from the aura required by the imperial sword light.

Because it is like a ray of light when it is separated from the long sword, it is called sword light, not sword qi.

Then the more sword lights, the more you want to make the sword light, the higher the requirements for aura control.

It is very difficult to feel and manipulate the aura, especially a human like Kenya, who is unanimously recognized and evaluated as untalented.

If you want to force more aura at the same time, it is a very unwise idea, and this unwisdom is more reflected in the number of aura.

The first sword, the eight-meaning sword, turned into five, and injured the sword, which is the reason.

Even with the bonus of the altar's aura, under the same physical conditions, what the Eight Meanings Kenya did was only to injure rather than kill.

Now Jian Ya can indeed barely achieve the differentiation of sword light at this moment, and with the assistance of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, a similar effect can be achieved.

At the same time, he also clearly differentiated the sword light, which increased the number but also weakened the power.

And he did it anyway.

Victory is important, but if you lose your heart, you can't afford to respond to your own call.

The Budu Imperial Soul in his hand, the sword light flowed, and he couldn't count whether it was four or five sword lights that began to flow out.

Jian Zai, he has no talent for cultivation, but he is a genius who learns swords.

The thought of the sword was - when you have a sword in your hand, why do you have to hold back so much?

If you can't control it, you won't control it, and if you can't make an envoy, you won't go to the envoy.

So in his hand, countless intense sword lights suddenly erupted from the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand, flying on the altar, like a flock of birds in a group, constantly falling at high speed and rushing towards the opponent.

Countless sword lights surrounded the altar, flying in the air, shuttling back and forth between the branches of the Westbound Demon.

It was as if the entire Westward Demon was shining, and the picture was beautiful and spectacular for a while.

Unlike the fine control of the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, the countless sword lights emitted by Sword Ya at this time were actually completely out of his control, and even he himself had to spend time dodging his own sword lights.

But his rude, crazy, simply wild actions and actions were actually just for a slightly more childish move.

His sword light swept like a storm, and his sword light rushed straight like a meteor.

It's all just to prove what Kenya said at the foot of the mountain before.

"On the Sword—"

"You're not as good as me. 」

Then he stepped forward.

Then, the world rushed towards the Eight Meanings Sword Ya.

A world full of swords.

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……

There is only sword light in this world.

It's all sword light.

But the Eight Meanings Sword was unmoved, as steady as Mount Tai.

He is a swordsman.

He is the number one swordsman in the moon capital.

He seems to be just an ordinary person at the moment.

He held his sword in front of him, and the way he walked even looked a little funny.

In the face of the flying swords of the sword, his response seemed so clumsy that it made people laugh.

But Youmu won't laugh.

Reimu doesn't laugh.

Yakumo Purple doesn't even laugh.

Because of the sword light in the sky, no sword could touch the green shirt.

The sword light of Jian Ya is not as good as the thin snow in the sky.

Just as 1,300 years ago, the demons were still unable to break through the line of the Eight Meanings Sword.

Thirteen hundred years later, Jian Ya will not be able to break through that line of defense.

His cheeks were still so calm, and his eyes were still so calm.

He spread his arms, his sleeves swaying in the light of the sword.

Then suddenly there was an extra sword on his body.

A sword called the Eight Meanings Kenya.

It's sword intent.

The sword intent of the Eight Meanings Sword is formless and insubstantial, but it is particularly clear in the five senses of the sword.

As well as sharp.

In order to defeat the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, Jian Ya used his current state at the moment, and at the same time, it may be the most brilliant sword light in his life.

He had turned all the aura he could and mastered into sword light, and he had made the most of what he had learned, and this was indeed his most powerful moment.

But in front of the sword intent of the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, it is not enough to see after all.

The Eight Meanings Sword is a sword.

He had previously told Yuyuko that he didn't trust the sword.

Now that I think about it, the most fundamental meaning of that sentence is that he himself is the strongest sword.

Jian Ya pursed his lips, thinking in his heart.

The sword heart is clear, and there is still a slight gap between the degree of sword intent and the level of sword intent.

Because no matter how close you are, it's only close after all.

Originally, I thought that even if this distance was far away, it could be overlooked.

Now that I think about it, how stupid and naïve that was.

However, Kenya's eyes suddenly brightened.

He looked at the sword intent of the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, and his eyes were still clear.

All these details mean that he is still excited.

He's always been a person with little blood, and in Marisa's opinion, he's a stupid guy who doesn't know how to play, except for the move of Youkai Mountain, Kenya has always been very steady.

But at the moment he was really excited.

Because he finally saw a higher realm.

So he swung his sword and slashed down at the door.

Want to see the world further aback.

……

……

Jian Ya came to the Eight Meanings Sword Ya and swung his sword with these sword lights.

But the Eight Meanings Sword is faster, more fierce, and more sharp.

Because he is a sword, the strongest sword.

His sword broke through Kenzai's sword and came to him.

Then there was a soft thud.

Jian Ya's right arm was broken at the shoulder, and he fell heavily on the altar with the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

The sword in the hand of the Eight Meanings Sword was shot into the air by the sword light at the same time.

If he could have been quicker for a split second, Kenya's sword light would have bounced off his sword, and Kenya's sword would have pierced his heart.

But he wasn't quicker for a moment, so his right hand holding the sword broke.

Suddenly, several subtle sword cuts appeared on his body.

From the inside out, the pain comes from the depths.

These pains and mouths all come from the sword intent of the Eight Meanings Sword Ya.

But Jian Ya didn't hurt, didn't cry, and wouldn't admit defeat.

He still had a smile on his face.

Because he felt the sword intent.

Because the sword intent was in his heart.

……

……

Jian Ya is sword heart at the moment, and he is only one step away from sword intent.

As he descended the mountain, he was thinking about how to quickly push open the door, cross the threshold, and understand the sword intent as quickly as possible.

But just as the old man said, everything about himself was inherited from the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, whether it was swordsmanship or other martial arts, he was not as good as the other party.

Then there is no other way out.

He looked at the long sword of the Eight Meanings Sword, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword that had accompanied him for a long time.

The sword was getting closer and closer to his neck.

I can even see the scars on the soul of Budu.

But his mind was clear, there were no drops, no falling rocks, and no women's voices

Because he clearly felt that the opponent's sword intent was constantly tearing and collapsing in his body.

It turns out that this is the sword intent.

He thought to himself as he looked at the sword that was about to rain in his face.

At this moment, his blood continued to gush from the severed arm.

At this moment, a long sword was about to go down, sweep through his neck, and take off his head.

But his expression was still as calm as ever.

Now he no longer looks at the sword, he looks at the mind.

He had a sword in his eyes, but not a sword of the Eight Senses.

Because he saw the higher world in his eyes.

So he swung towards the sword of the Eight Meanings, towards the sword that swung towards the neck.

The first step was taken.

Then the sword of the Eight Meanings, the sword with the sword intent.

This Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

For the first time since 1,300 years, it was empty.

……

……

Kenya's eyes radiated a bright glow.

It's like a sword.

A bright sword.

A soft whistling came out of his mouth.

Like the first cry of a phoenix after being reborn from the ashes.

His mind is asking for something from the world.

Then on the altar, a sword, a sword with a broken arm still clutching the hilt, suddenly trembled violently.

Answering his call.

His sword and will.

He was thinking about the strength of the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, some of his own unique essence that he might have overlooked.

Something different from him, the most powerful thing in himself.

That's called self-confidence, or pride.

He should have stepped forward as boldly as he had done before, and should not be afraid of the sword.

A swordsman who is afraid of swords will never be welcomed by swords.

I am too weak, and this weakness is reflected in my heart.

If you know you're fearing, you should look at your fear.

As I have always done, I took this first step boldly in the face of all difficulties and fears.

Then swing the sword.

So at this moment, his right arm is broken, and he has no sword in his hand, how can he swing the sword?

Kenya didn't understand.

He shook his head, looked at the sword light around him in the sky, blocking the footsteps of the Eight Intentions Sword, and stretched out his left hand.

He is left-handed.

There were countless sword lights in the sky, all of them were cyan and shining, and the sword intent was chaotic.

But he was still able to find his sword with precision.

Because the Budu Imperial Soul is his sword.

Even if he still doesn't understand anything about sword intent now, he knows-

As long as he doesn't give up, the sword won't refuse him.

Therefore, now that he is holding the Budu Imperial Soul, he is holding his broken arm.

He pulled out his severed arm and rushed towards the Eight Meanings Sword with sword light.

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……

The Eight Meanings Sword came out of the sword, and the sword light suddenly disintegrated, turning into fireflies and falling to the altar.

Nothing could stop his sight, no more than his sword.

But in front of him, there was another person.

A swordsman clad in fluorescent light, draped in sword light and swung his sword at him.

The swordsman has a sword in his hand.

There is a sword in his hand.

The one holding the hilt of the sword was the severed arm, and the sword was holding his own severed arm.

The picture is bloody and seems meaningless.

Except for the Budu Imperial Soul Sword, it seems to have grown a little longer.

……

……

Jian Zai took out his sword, focused and serious, and never wavered even if he was covered in blood.

The eight-meaning sword is out of the sword, the last to come first, and no one in the world has a faster sword than him.

However, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand was three feet long.

The one in Kenya's hand is a little longer than usual.

Suddenly, a slight voice sounded on the altar.

A sword stabbed into Kenya's chest.

It was pierced into the chest of the Eight Meanings Kenya, not the chest of the Kenya.

On the other hand, the sword of the Eight Meanings Sword is still some distance away from the throat of the sword.

No more, no less, just an arm's length away.

The eight-meaning sword is conceited, at such a close distance, the other party is seriously injured, and his sword must be faster than him.

But he didn't think of a single thing.

A sword, in addition to being strong and weak, fast and slow.

There are also long and short points.

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……

Looking down at the bleeding wound, Yayi Kenya smiled.

His smile was not lonely, only a faint self-deprecation and emotion.

He didn't envision this ending.

This ending is really a bit ridiculous, too much like a second-rate novel.

But this sword, he was very satisfied.

The best third sword.

He looked at Kenya's severed arm and squinted slightly, feeling his short time.

Said lightly.

"You won. 」