Yakshamaru looked at the two long swords that pierced deep into the bluestone bricks, and his expression was slightly condensed.

The cold wind blew, and the wind and fire on the two long swords gradually extinguished, leaving only their original appearance, which gave him a strange pressure to put it lightly.

It was as if the owner of that sword was standing in front of him.

This pressure covered the entire avenue leading to the temple house, and the willow trees and grass on the corner of the street felt it and fell down one after another, as if to show surrender and fear.

At this moment, the night came as promised, and the world was completely turned into a black and white cloth under the shroud of miasma.

The manor house is embroidered on it, and the willow flower beds are painted, but the road leading to the temple house is very dark and miasma.

However, at the moment when the twin swords were thrown, this black curtain was torn apart by two sword marks.

The Budu Imperial Soul Sword looked at the miasma as nothing, and swept away all darkness with an indomitable momentum.

Kenya and Yashamaru, separated by a pile of fire and two swords, see each other from afar.

For tonight's battle, Yakshamaru suffered a lot of injuries, and his white clothes were stained with blood, but he was at his peak.

Kenya and Yashamaru glanced at each other.

Once they met, they were separated.

Kenya knew that he really couldn't win against the other party.

Fujiwara Meihong dropped the cigarette butt that she had not finished smoking, took a step forward and walked to Kenya's side, glaring at the other party.

If it had been before, he really couldn't win.

But......

Fujiwara Meihong stepped forward and took his hand.

But tonight has nothing to do with strength, nothing to do with courage, nothing to do with dignity.

No refund, no need to return.

Tonight's battle is only about faith.

Because he believes he can beat the other side.

Because this is a terakoya.

……

……

Through the fire and the sword, Yashamaru glanced at Kenya.

There was only one piece of wood in Kenya's hand, which was the scabbard of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword.

From the past to the present, this glance is the second head-to-head confrontation between the two, and only with the red flame of Fujiwara Mei next to him can he not be distracted by the other party's gaze.

Fujiwara Meihong's flame didn't care about the presence of Kenya, and unscrupulously exuded its own heat.

But this heat flowed down Fujiwara's red hand, passed through his hand, and protected his body and mind.

The meridians are channels that endure unimaginable heat, and the body heats up dramatically.

The burning pain was not only reflected in his body, but also in the sweat on his forehead.

But his expression remained calm. Don't say a word, since the blood is hot, then you can fight.

"Even with the flame of the immortal bird, you are still too weak. 」

The sound of Yashamaru came from the front of the twin swords, and the flames couldn't stop it.

Jian Ya looked at the other side of the flame, and suddenly said very seriously.

"I'm a stupid person, I've been cultivating for a long time and I don't know how to do whatever I want, so I can only use this trick. 」

Then he touched his chest and said with a smile.

"It seems that the flames of the undead birds can indeed shield the miasma, so I can be alive and kicking here. I want to try now to see if I can do the next thing. 」

As the words fell, Kenya rushed over with his scabbard in hand.

The spiritual power in his body was accompanied by the flames of Fujiwara Meihong, and was transmitted to the scabbard of the Budu Imperial Soul through his hands.

With his left knee slightly bent and his body tense like a bow, he swung his sword and slashed out the first sword.

Unhurried, Yakshamaru crossed the fire and swung his own bamboo stick as well.

The scabbard and the bamboo stick broke through the wind, whistling and growing.

The scabbard in Kenya's hand seemed to burn at any moment, burning with an astonishing heat.

He looked at the Yaksha Pill holding a bamboo stick, and the spiritual power in his body kept rushing out.

The dim streets suddenly burst into blinding lights.

The power of a mountain rushed towards Kenya.

His figure was ethereal in front of the stick.

The power and strength of the big youkai are truly reflected through the body of Yakshamaru.

However, did not fall.

It didn't fall on Kenya's body.

The figures are staggered.

Except for the sound of the bamboo sticks falling to the ground, nothing else could be heard.

……

……

The figure flashed, and the miasma that spread around it returned, and the power of the Budu Imperial Soul Sword seemed to have been stopped.

However, in front of the temple, it was not dark at all.

Fujiwara Meihong held two Fudu Imperial Soul Swords and stood behind Kenya.

Yakshamaru narrowed his eyes as he looked at the burnt marks and sharp cuts on the bamboo sticks.

Using the huge momentum of the green-shirted swordsman to attract attention, Fujiwara Meihong circled around the back of Yashamaru in an instant, and pulled out the two Budu Imperial Soul Swords.

At the moment when Jian Ya was about to collide with the bamboo stick, the two swords were inserted horizontally.

There is no spiritual power, but it is driven by the flames of the immortal birds.

With the Budu Imperial Soul Sword's unaffected nature of miasma, coupled with the flames of the immortal bird, the bamboo stick was easily destroyed.

It's as if you're wielding a long stick and rushing at the sword.

The power of being a big youkai has been completely utilized.

However, it is still useful in the end.

Although the mountain-like force did not hit Kenya's body, it carried a strong wind pressure, which made the young man's footsteps plunge into the stone bricks an inch.

In other words, even if he didn't hit Kenya, the opponent would have been crushed by the wind he carried.

Yakshamaru can clearly perceive the extent of the other person's injury, the dislocation of the shoulder and the sprained ankle.

Jian Ya lowered his head and coughed, looking very painful, the corners of his lips were bloodshot, but a mouthful of blood did not spit out.

At the moment when Fujiwara Meihong helped him up from behind.

He suddenly looked up and looked at Yakshamaru and fell backwards without warning.

At the same time, Fujiwara Meihong dropped her twin swords and jumped to her feet.

Fujiwara's red eyes are very calm, so they are cruel.

She endured the shame of abandoning her partner in her heart, and stepped on the scabbard that she threw in the air.

Using the spiritual power covered in the scabbard as a pedal, it accelerated again in the air.

She threw her fist in the air, and with it came to the front door of Yashamaru a few miles away.

Containing Fujiwara Meihong's powerful and angry fist, it was like the scorching sun rising in the night.

It's scorching, and it's glaring.

……

……

Yashamaru turned the stick into his palm and held Fujiwara Meihong's fist.

Regardless of her own safety, Fujiwara Meihong's fist can crush a house, but when it hits Yashamaru's palm, it seems to have fallen into an ocean.

Even the flesh that can only leave a few traces of the blade, how can it be threatened by a mere meat fist, let alone a sister red.

Yashamaru smiled.

Fujiwara Meihong looked at the other party contemptuously, and in his surprised gaze, he spat out a word.

"Boom!"

Then the charm that Fujiwara Meihong held in her right hand suddenly shone brightly.

Jian Ya fell to the ground weakly, and the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted at this moment.

He thought to himself.

Fry it.

As a result, the spiritual power of the two Budu Imperial Soul Swords burst out from the spells in the palms of Fujiwara Meihong's hands, and then ......

Explode!

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PS: Celebrating the 100th chapter.