The parasol in Kazami Yuka's hand was dripping blood.

It was the blood of Yakumo Blue.

At this moment, the umbrella is extremely red and very bright.

The red one chilled Yakumo's blue heart.

The heart in her hands was still beating.

Whether it was under the backlash of her angry iron fist, or in Kazami Yuuka's previous sword intent, this heart did not show a single trace of bursting.

It's still there, beating weirdly,

Although at the most critical moment, Yakumo Lan reacted in time and saved her life, but at this moment, her abdomen was still in pain, and her stomach was even more uncomfortable, and there was blood in her throat that wanted to gush out.

She felt the pain in her abdomen and the sword intent that was still encroaching, and her face was extremely ugly.

The parasol is a parasol with a fragrant wind, so it is particularly hard.

Even if the tip landed on the muddy ground, and the umbrella surface was stained with a little dust, it still couldn't hide her brilliance.

The surface of the umbrella is clear and translucent, there is nothing fancy on the surface, the only difference from other parasols is -

She is now in the hands of Gensokyo's strongest big youkai.

In fact, this parasol is not too special, the difference is only that it is now held in the hands of Kazami Yuka.

It is precisely because Kazami Yuka holds her that it will be so indomitable and so sharp.

It's so close to a sword.

This umbrella was opened to hold up a piece of sky, and it rained when it was closed.

A rain of enemy blood.

There was no time to wonder why Kazami Yuuka would use a sword, it had become a fait accompli and could not be denied.

Yakumo Lan endured the wound in his abdomen and stood on the beast path, concentrating his last attention.

In his mind, he visualized the image of the water droplets falling—everything was as Purple-sama commanded, and he unleashed his last resort.

She had one last last resort that didn't work.

At this moment, she is extremely close to the previous generation of Hakurei witches.

But it's only close, whether it's that punch or that piece of black, it can only be infinitely close to the previous generation of Hakurei witches.

Approach, for the enemy in front of you, is not enough.

It's too much, so Yakumo Lan decided to expend his own cultivation to forcibly urge all the power of this heart.

Let yourself really, not only your fists, but all of them become that piece of black.

There was a beating heart in his bleeding right hand, and a drop of dew ran across the leaf in his confused mind.

The demonic power erupted through the hands and integrated into the heart, and the heart was constantly feeding back the power of Bo Li, giving Yakumo Blue the last bit of strength to fight.

Finally, a drop of dew finally falls.

She moved.

In her clenched right hand, a heart seemed to really come to life, suddenly stopped moving, but flew into the air.

The heart dances wildly in the air, like a beast trying to break free from its chains!

It trembled and swayed, and the light in the air suddenly became less and less.

Looking around, it was as if the night had woven a spider's web and encircled Yakumo Blue.

After the click, the heart disappeared.

But in the beast path, a hurricane was set off.

In the flower field, the sunflower was torn to pieces by the wind, and the petals fell one by one.

In the gloomy night in front of the Nameless Hill, a terrifying cry sounded, and a figure could be faintly seen.

It was as if there were ghosts and gods stirring in it.

Before Yakumo Lan lost her last sanity, Kazami Yuka heard that she still had humanity, and the last words were-

"Born to Dream"

……

……

When Yakumo Blue is completely integrated into that black, it is also the heart that takes off in the air when it is completely integrated into Yakumo Blue.

Far away from the book, Yayi Yonglin in the Eternal Pavilion felt it, and she subconsciously took a step forward and came to Kurama Tengu's side.

She held on to the doorpost with both hands, unaware of the hem of her clothes that had been wet with snow, and looked solemnly in the direction of the Nameless Hill.

To be able to make the Moon's mind frown so tightly, one can imagine how much impact Yakumo Blue's action will have on everyone watching the battle at this moment.

Yayi Yonglin looked at Yakumo Lan, who had already fought with Kazami Yuka, and muttered.

"I didn't expect it...... She still hides such means. 」

Kurama Tengu didn't realize that at this moment, Yayi Yonglin was referring to her Kazami Yuka, he was just self-righteous and continued to follow Yayi Yonglin's words.

"Whether it is in terms of momentum, strength, or killing intent, it perfectly restores the appearance of the previous generation of Hakurei shrine maidens. 」

"I remember that the Heavenly Demon Lord once said that before guiding this generation of Hakurei shrine maidens, the previous generation of witches visited the great demons of each tribe one after another, so that they could all comprehend the power of this trick one by one. 」

「…… It's just that I didn't expect that at the moment when the rules of rune cards are prevalent, there is still a way to restore the dream of that dark era. 」

Bayi Yonglin remembered the picture of the previous generation of witches intersecting with her in the past, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly.

"No wonder Yakumo Blue is so arrogant now, it turns out that she is under her influence. 」

"It's not brutality, it's domineering. 」

Kurama Tengu seemed to have thought of something, and continued with a slightly moved face.

"Without a strong spirit, it is impossible to cultivate the dream into this form by nature. The ancestral witches at their peak were indeed able to overwhelm the Heavenly Demon Lord and be undefeated, and even the Oni Clan was difficult to compete with her. 」

"What's more, the wind is still injured at the moment. 」

"What's more?"

Bayi Yonglin raised his head when he heard this, a crack appeared at the corner of his mouth, and there was a mockery in his eyes that could not be hidden.

She looked at Kurama Tengu word by word and said seriously.

"That's the distance between the tengu and the shrine maiden, not the distance between her and the kitsune. 」

"Besides, now she has a sword. 」

So Tengu was silent, and at the same time thought silently in his heart.

If Kazami Yuka is really the strongest big youkai in Gensokyo.

So......

So once such a monster, once picked up the sword.

All those who stand in the way of Kazami Yuuka's footsteps are not just facing Gensokyo's strongest monster.

Because they are about to face the strongest sword of Gensokyo.

A sword named Kazami Yuka.

……

……

I don't know how long it has been.

After beating the irrational Yakumo Blue down again.

Looking at the one at his feet, with great perseverance, he instilled all the demonic power to strengthen his own body, and absorbed the power of the previous generation of Hakuri witches.

Kazami's expression began to look a little strange.

She frowned slightly, caressing the cracks on the surface of the parasol in the cold wind.

The crack is not big, but it is not small, at least to the point where it can be easily observed by the naked eye.

The previous punch, although it did not break the umbrella, had already caused damage to her umbrella.

Thinking of the flowers that had withered away from the hurricane caused by Yakumo Blue earlier, Kazami's face became darker and darker.

She stared at Yakumo Blue, who had lost her mind and had become a demon, and she still didn't give up the attack when she stepped on her feet, and only the violent Yakumo Blue was left in that eyes.

He raised his parasol and with a lethal force, he prepared to stab Yakumo Blue in the head hard.

Just when the tip of the umbrella was only an inch away from Yakumo's blue forehead.

The darkness on her body, which was originally extremely dark, suddenly erupted in an almost presumptuous attitude.

Because the scene was too sudden and surprising, Kazami Yuka stopped for a while.

She looked at the Nameless Hill.

In the nameless hill, a man walked out, a man who strolled towards the fragrance of the wind.

With every step the man took, darkness vanished.

When she came to Kazami Yuka, all the darkness brought by Yakumo Blue disappeared.

The only things left in front of Kazami Yuuka are red and white.

Kazami Yuka's face showed no emotional fluctuations, and she indifferently spit out the second sentence she said today.

"After hiding for so long, you're finally out. 」

A large expanse of darkness disappeared into the nameless hills, and it seemed that the sky had become much clearer.

It's just that because of the dusk, the man's face is still not so clear.

But even at noon, it's hard to see her face. If you are enthusiastic to step forward, you can probably only appreciate her various strange masks.

But Kazami Yuka is clearly an exception.

At this moment, the ancestor witch without a mask just stood quietly on the beast road, her long black hair swaying behind her back, floating in the twilight, and it became the most beautiful picture scroll in the human world.

The shrine maiden waved her hand to lay down an enchantment, and turned to the Hanada Great Youkai who was still killing and said.

"Don't look uncomfortable, if I hadn't secretly helped you before, you wouldn't have won so easily. 」

Stunned for a moment when she heard this, Kazami Yuka carefully recalled the strength of Yakumo's two fists that Yakumo Blue had hit her umbrella several times before, and Yakumo Blue's obvious lack of strength after that.

In the end, he couldn't deny it, and nodded lightly...... It's a thanks.

"So, since I helped you...... How about you just give me a favor? You weren't going to kill her anyway, were you?"

「…… It's still flamboyant. 」

"After all, humans don't live long without youkai, so everything has to be done honestly. 」

The ancestor witch blinked her big eyes, stared at her old friend's still embarrassed expression for a while, and finally said with a half-smile.

"In the future, I will definitely find someone to compensate you again...... How about ending it like this, for my sake?"

When the wind saw Yuxiang, he didn't immediately take back the umbrella.

She closed her eyes and seemed to be really deep in thought.

But only a moment later, she took her steps away from Yakumo's blue face, held up the umbrella again, and walked towards the earth.

It really seems to be trying to come to an end.

But not long after Kazami Yuka just took a step, the ancestor witch did not give up, and also took a step, blocking Kazami Yuka.

The Nameless Hill has never been so bright, and it seems to be due to the arrival of Kazami Yuka at the same time as the ancestral shrine maiden.

At this moment, the forbidden place that should have been dark was extraordinarily bright, and the sound of the cold wind blowing through the flowers and leaves could be faintly heard.

The cold wind blew on the faces of the ancestors.

At this moment, the situation is very tense and dangerous, and if you are not careful, you may start the war again.

On one side is a big youkai with a body that can't shoot with all his might, and on the other side is a half-dead witch who can't use her hands and feet to her heart and soul for various reasons.

Kazami Yuka looked at the Hakurei witch, and there was still no expression on her face, but the murderous aura became more and more heavy.

But the Hirori shrine maiden was still smiling, and she couldn't leave that smile on her face.

In the end, the two knew each other without saying a word.

Kazami Yuka really lifted the parasol, turned around and left in the opposite direction of the Nameless Hill.

Before returning to the flower field, she said coldly in the direction of the shrine maiden.

"Two more. 」

The ancestor shrine maiden also took a step, bent down and took out her heart from Yakumo's chest, and at the same time cast a spell to seal it again.

She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her arm and wiped her face, not knowing whether to wipe off the sweat or dust on her face, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was particularly reluctant.

Kazami Yuka said it two more times, and of course she knew best what she was referring to.

It is a human affection that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, and it is more important than something.

There have been three favors in total, and now she has used them like this once.

Although it can't be called a reason, it can be regarded as the return of things to their original owners, after all, this favor is used for its original audience.

It's just somewhere in my heart, I always feel a little uncomfortable.

The shrine maiden looked at the figure in front of her who was getting farther and farther away, her face complicated, but she didn't know what to say.

She opened her mouth, but was ultimately speechless.

Just picked up the unconscious Yakumo Lan and walked in the opposite direction to Kazami Yuka.

It's still a nameless hill in pitch black.

She still took steps, still walking alone on this dark road.

Another cold wind rose, and the fragrance of flowers gradually dissipated.

She didn't look back, but she could feel the field of flowers behind her getting farther and farther away.

The ancestor shrine maiden put on her mask again and walked down the dark path with the unconscious Yakumo Blue on her shoulders.

The darkness that did not see the light of day came again because of their departure, and then obscured the path of the shrine maiden.

This darkness comes and goes quickly.

But the surprises that this night brings, and the series of intrigues that will unfold in the future, do not stop.

As she walked in the opposite direction with her, she suddenly saw a meteor in the sky streak across the dark curtain.

The meteor dragged out a long tail, like the Milky Way, but it was just an instant, but it lit up the night.

Kazami Yuka stood among the withered sunflowers with an umbrella in one hand, looking up at the sky.

She was covered in blood, her face was a little pale, but her expression was still calm.

She looked up and watched calmly as the meteor flew overhead, in someone's direction.

She understood where the meteor was going.

So she spoke softly the last words of the night, and at the same time sincerely hoped that this meteor would really be able to fulfill her wish like those beautiful legends in the world—to bring her most sincere heart.

"I've been waiting for you. 」

"So, please don't keep me waiting too long. 」

At night, I saw how amazing the meteors were.

I expected Meteor to see her like this.

……

……

Jian Zai's face was expressionless, his feet stepped on the stone steps, and the sword scabbard hit the ground and the whole person jumped into the air.

This leap touched some of the dark wounds he had forcibly urged the wind and lightning before, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure the pain, and she jumped into the night sky, instantly jumping towards the top of the altar at a faster speed.

However, the five sword lights no longer twisted and changed, but tightly surrounded each other, extremely incompatible and unseparated, and flew in the direction of the sword.

The sword soared in the air, taking in all these changes.

The sword light that was already unavoidable gathered in one place in the air, although it was still difficult to dodge, but it was better than surrounding him before.

I only heard the continuous explosion of bang,

After the sound sounded, his figure rose higher again, flying higher up on the altar.

At this moment, Jian Zai is like a bird that can't fly, forcibly gliding in some way, but it will eventually land.

Behind him, there was an eagle soaring in the air, ready to fly and prey, incomparable.

Even if he used some aura changes to make himself soar into the air, he temporarily evaded the protection of these sword lights.

But this is only for a moment, and his rough methods and low cultivation cannot support him to stay in the air for too long.

And once the time drags on for a long time, these sword lights are really gathered in one place, and I am afraid that the power will only become greater.

What's more, the higher you jump, the worse you will fall.

Even if you dodge the attacks of these sword lights, you are afraid that you will be thrown to death.

Thinking of this, Kenya no longer hesitated and turned away from the direction.

The figure is no longer taller, and the expression is not surprised.

There is only boldness and perseverance in his eyes.

Then a thunderclap suddenly sounded above the altar!

The air exploded, and the falling cherry blossoms mixed with the snow on the ground were shattered into powder by the thunder!

Jian Zai once again carried the key to the wind and thunder, and in the air, rushed towards the five sword lights!

The Eight Intentions Sword Ya, who was originally standing on the ground, reacted almost at the same time.

He instantly passed through the scattered cherry blossoms that were blown into powder, swept to the place where the sword should have fallen, and swept the Budu Imperial Soul Sword unreasonably.

It's the second sword!

One sword is followed by two swords!

After five sword lights, his second sword rushed towards Jian Ya!

The cold wind hit Kenya's face, and the snow flew in the air again.

With a tear and a muffled snort, Jian Ya was hit by three sword lights, but he dodged two, and his body couldn't help but start falling.

But the Eight Intentions Sword did not hesitate, the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand appeared more stable, and according to the speed at which he fell, it would definitely cut into the neck of the sword.

But once again a thunderbolt rang out in the air!

I saw that Jian Ya also had a calm expression, and calmly stretched out his left hand and stroked the sword of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword!

Then, after a blast of thunder, Kenya flew upside down in the opposite direction with the explosion.

The petals and snow flying everywhere slowly fell again, and the westward demon under the night was still calm and peaceful, no longer disturbed by the thunderous sound of swords, and there were no more two figures who forgot to die.

Because the shadow of the two people who were originally together was pulled apart again and divided into two.

One is standing, one is down, one is seriously injured, one is unharmed.

The demon dream under the altar looked at the cheap brother who survived from the enemy's first and second swordsmen with difficulty, and there was unspeakable worry on his pale little face.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the Hakurei shrine maiden looked at the altar that had returned to calm again, and did not speak, her breath swaying like a falling cherry blossom, but she was still silent. I just tightened the spell in my hand.

Yakumo Purple in the farthest distance was still expressionless and leaned on the shoulder of Yuyuko of Saigyoji Temple, Yuyuko easily opened her paper fan, let the paper fan fall to the ground and make a sound, and finally fell silent.

In front of the Eternal Pavilion, Kurama Tengu, who still had a thick pile of snow on his body, let his long hair float in the air, but the eight Yi Yonglin beside him still lowered his head, and no one could see the expression on her face.

In the distant Youkai Mountain, the twin gods who had been watching the battle fell silent again, but the shrine maiden beside her, who had been praying that the sword was okay, became even more distracted.

In the cave of the underworld, some of the celestials and Hades who had been watching became even more silent, and those flying snow fell on their shoulders at some point.

The whole Gensokyo was silent.

Because everyone knows that Kenya lost.

The first sword, the eight meaning sword in his body, the three sword lights, the sword hit the vital point.

In the second sword, he tried in vain to take the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in his hand by taking advantage of the dead angle after the Eight Intentions Sword was swung by the sword under the condition of being seriously injured in front of him, but he failed, although he avoided the vital point, he was still injured in his internal organs.

Whether it's youkai, gods, humans, celestials, Hades.

They all felt that it was impossible for him to fight again at this time.

Jianya's ribs broke, and the scabbard of his right hand fell to the ground weakly for a moment.

His left shoulder was in severe pain, and he could no longer hold back the pain, and knelt down on one knee, his robe covered with blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He was in pain, very painful, so his face was very white, very white.

But I don't know why he doesn't see any shadow of death in his eyes, but it becomes brighter.

A cry from the heart, a cry of pain from the heart, Kenya turned this pain into unimaginable power again, his right hand forcibly flipped over, the scabbard was once again on the ground, and the already injured left hand slapped his numb right foot!

It was just a few simple movements that made his originally heavy and shaky body stand up again, and instantly gained some kind of strength.

The green light around him shone on Kenya's pale cheeks, illuminating his eyes, and even the unyielding will in his eyes.

The Eight Intentions Sword Ya, who had all this in his eyes, stared at his pale cheeks, his face full of disdain and coldness.

"The reason why you didn't take away the Budu Imperial Soul Sword in my hand is that there is still too much gap between you and me in terms of understanding of the sword after all. 」

"The sword heart is clear, after all, it is only the sword heart is clear. 」

"How can a swordsman without a sword be clear?"

"Therefore you will lose this battle!"

As soon as these words came out, Kenya's originally shaky figure shook even more, like a residual fire candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

His face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spat on the altar's glow.

However, his eyes are still so calm, thorough, and never admit defeat.

As if an illusion, in a trance, he vaguely heard a person's voice.

This voice was so familiar that he wandered to think of the questions that had been asked by the old man on Fangcun Mountain before.

Not afraid, not worried, not disobedient, not cowardly.

He can do it.

Practice swords all your life and persevere.

He can do it,

But he can't do anything other than the sword, and there is nothing else in life.

Only I can't do it, but I only have a sword.

Because that kind of life is not the life of a swordsman, because that kind of life is just a man named a sword, who is controlled by the sword, played with by the sword, and filled with everything by the sword.

That kind of life may be powerful and invincible, but it will not be the path that a swordsman should take.

His path is not invincible, but unparalleled.

It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak, you don't care about longevity, you don't care about your life, you don't care about life or death.

All he has to say is the moment, him and his sword, and the people behind him.

He is a swordsman, a swordsman who can be obsessed with swords and swords, but he can't only have swords in his life.

The current Kenya is concerned about his sister behind him.,There's a benefactor who hasn't repaid his kindness.,There's a boss waiting for him in the temple house.,There's a good year-old friend and friends of the same age in the monster mountain.。

His life is now more than just a sword.

So his sword became extraordinarily fleshed out and powerful.

So his answer to the old man was that a swordsman is a swordsman with a sword in his hand.

And yet at this moment, on the altar, he had no sword.

So what should he do?

Somewhere in his mind, maybe it was a scabbard, maybe it was an illusion, but there was a familiar voice answering him eagerly, expectantly.

- Draw your sword!

What if you don't have a sword in your own hand, but your enemy has a sword in your hand?

- Draw your sword!

The enemy is several times stronger than himself, and there is an equally not weak youkai behind him peeking at him, so what?

- Draw your sword!

Well, the answer is already predestined.

The answer was already there from the beginning.

So Kenya raised his head and opened his tired eyes, his eyes were full of blood, like a young man with high fighting spirit.

He let go of the sheath and raised his hand.

Holding his empty right hand, he shouted his most sincere and blood-piercing words towards the sky.

"Here comes the sword!"

……

……

These are two words that no one can imagine.

Anyone who hears it will be surprised

But Yakumo Murasaki, who was leaning on Yuyuko's shoulder, closed his eyes silently.

She knew very well, better than anyone else, what a powerful person the Eight Intentions Sword Ya was, she herself was a member of the group that witnessed and experienced the battle in the Qingxia 1,300 years ago, so she was extremely confident and conceited, even if the Eight Intentions Sword Ya was weakened to this level, it was not something that the Sword Ya could match.

However, even so, she was the best prepared to stop several youkai or gods who might come to disturb the ritual.

This project spanned more than a thousand years, and it has not yet been completely completed, and even this ceremony is only part of the plan.

The biggest variables in this ceremony are Kazami Yuka and Yayi Yongrin.

Among them, the best object of Bayi Yonglin's surveillance, such a person, there are rules to follow in this way.

Although she must have made countless small moves, in Yakumo Zi's mind, such Yayi Yonglin is much easier to deal with than the other.

The second is Kazami Yuka, who is actually her most helpless and headache.

Such a person, such a person who does not read the letter as soon as he receives it, and throws it away.

She couldn't deal with it with common sense at all, so she sent Yakumo Blue and other large and small monsters to wait for her behind the Nameless Hill.

Even after defeating Yakumo Blue with the power of Hakurei, Kazami Yuka will have to face countless large and small monsters in the Nameless Hill.

In that way, when she arrives in the human world, she will definitely not face the attack of the Eight Intentions Sword Ya, who has already won, but the youkai who will destroy the balance of Gensokyo together with Reimu.

So in Yakumo's opinion, these two words that Kenya said when he was about to die.

It's just a portrayal of him helpless in the face of death and on the verge of collapse.

She couldn't understand, and maybe never will, how Kenya could have shouted these two words that made her want to laugh in this situation.

Once the ritual begins, no outsiders can interfere, which is the rule she has set for this ritual in the first place.

Even if the young court master of the Soul House wanted to intervene, even if Marisa threw a spark unreasonably and casually, he would not be able to interfere with their battle.

So apart from the twin swords of the demon dream under the altar, where can I find the sword?

The sword is coming?

It's really funny, ridiculous two words, but it makes Yakumo Zi can't laugh.

Because she always felt a little uneasy from Jian Ya's voice, from Jian Ya's confident and energetic voice, and this little bit of uneasiness gradually fermented and spread in her heart, becoming bigger.

Just as she was thinking about all her plans repeatedly, suddenly the Hakurei witch who had been silent in the distance, raised her head, looked at the sky and said something with mixed emotions.

"It's dawn. 」

With these words, an extremely vivid fluorescent light now illuminates the surroundings of Kenya.

It's a firefly.

It's an aura like a firefly.

Those spiritual energy wrapped around Jianya, surrounded Jianya, and it seemed as if it would fly away with Jianya at any time.

Flying away does not mean that these auras have such great power, on the contrary, although they are pure, the amount is extremely small.

Compared to the majestic aura on the altar, these fireflies were as weak as children.

However, the cold underworld, the underworld that is not alive in the first place......

How can there be an aura that beats like a firefly?

On Yokai Mountain, Kurama Tengu and Yasaka Kanako once commented that Kenya's cultivation talent was average or worse, and although the Budu Imperial Soul Sword had good spiritual power, it could only exert one-twelfth or worse in his hands, or worse than that.

But at this moment, Kenya's surroundings were indeed entangled with fireflies-like aura, and these auras almost turned into entities, falling around him like a total of starlight falling in the night sky.

There is no exaggeration, it is like the stars falling.

Because the situation at this time is so realistic and serious.

Yakumo Zi looked at the sky above the underworld, and her eyes couldn't show any appreciation, only blind coldness.

Because she clearly saw that in the sky above the underworld, in the sky that had been pierced by the Eight Intentions Sword, there were indeed meteors falling.

The meteor lit up the sky again with a piece of light.

The meteor was incomparably bright, and a brilliant one, with a terrifying edge, rushed straight to the top of Jian Ya's head.

The meteor easily crossed the barrier she had prepared for more than a thousand years, and did not stop, but blindly moved forward bravely and never retreated.

The light of the meteor was so abnormal that Marisa and Youmu on the side opened their eyes wide and couldn't hold back the excitement in their eyes anymore.

The meteor...... In this way, it finally fell into the hands of Kenya.

There is no meteor in this world that can break through the double barrier set by Hades and her at the same time.

Because, there is no stone in this world that can break through the barrier of the Netherworld Barrier at the same time, and so easily break through the barrier she made by simulating the Great Barrier of Boli.

Then, a meteor that can do both of the above at the same time is definitely not an ordinary meteor.

Because it wasn't a meteor in the first place.

There is no meteor in the world that brings a firefly and falls a firefly.

Yakumo Zi clenched his fists tightly, looking at the fluorescent light in Kenya's hand on the altar, the dazzling light could not cover the brilliant light.

She knew that Bayi Yonglin would have a hidden method, but she didn't expect her ultimate means to be this.

It was supposed to be midnight after dusk, when the moon took over the time of sunset.

However, she couldn't understand why there was a beam of light in Kenya's hand, a strong and dazzling light.

The light of a meteor is only for a moment.

So it's not a shooting star.

It's an arrow.

It's a sword.

It was a sword shot by Bayi Yonglin in the Eternal Pavilion, thousands of miles away.

It's the second Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

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PS: The text is 8321 words, and it can be sent in sections, but I just took into account my inertia and the fact that I wrote this chapter in one go, so I didn't send it in sections.

PS2: Let's have some serious book reviews, I really know TJ if I haven't had a book review for so long.

PS3: Welcome to the book friend group 130291901 [130291901]

PS4: If I ask for a ticket and ask for a recommendation, will someone give it?

PS5: There are originally two Budu Imperial Soul Sword, whether it is mythical or three-dimensional, let me sell it.

PS6: Today's ** Festival, although it's only a moment, the heroine does appear, or sell off, laugh.

PS7: If you're interested, you can read the titles of these three chapters.