Rabbits and foxes, this war between natural enemies has entered a white heat. Both sides finally opened the final hole cards, and the level of the battle has climbed from the beginning to the present, in addition to the amazing potential of the players on the field, the intrigue of the pushers off the field is also quite dangerous.

It's just three monsters, Wang Yu had to put most of his strength into Reisen's body, Yakumo Zi was reminded of the past memories and was in a bad mood, and it seemed that only Yayi Yonglin smiled the brightest.

Perhaps.

Yakumo Blue's gestures were accompanied by a biting chill and majestic pressure, and the thick mist around her seemed ethereal and invisible, but in fact it was fierce. Reisen's body erupted with stellar light and heat, and the breath of blood and sulfur flowed from the lava-colored fissures, exuding an ominous intent of death.

Both monsters had abandoned the subtle sorcery and advanced technology, and they both knew that those things would not do much to the enemy in front of them, but would instead expose their flaws. They were close at hand, fists and feet facing each other, and the continuous attacks caused water and fire to collide constantly, and each time the opposite force stirred, it would cause great destruction and roar, and even the ubiquitous Hakurei Great Enchantment in Gensokyo was faintly diffused with broken lines on their sides.

"Oh, the two little guys are really, it's good to be young and vigorous, but you also have to think about environmental protection. ”

Yayi Yonglin smiled helplessly, and at the same time as the words appeared, there was an anomaly in the Lost Bamboo Forest, those bamboos that were innocently killed in the battle were born from the dead, and new bamboo shoots quickly grew in the root system, rising higher and higher, surrounding the fighting Yakumo Blue and Reisen.

"Don't go out of this circle next, although I estimate that the space within a radius of ten miles is enough for you. ”

"Speaking of which, wouldn't the Sage Lord mend the rift in the Great Enchantment? ”

Yakumo Zi glanced indifferently at the black gap around the battlefield, and lowered his head as if his eyes were stung by Yakumo's blue posture. She casually waved the folding fan in her hand, and Wang Yu clearly felt the intensity of the instantaneous surge of the Boli Great Enchantment here, and couldn't help but cast an inquiring gaze at Yakumo Zi.

The information of the monster sage has always been pitiful, and if you can collect a little, you can collect a little. The information that Wang brought from the game was obviously not as applicable in this somewhat biased world - at least he never felt that the original Gensokyo was of such intensity.

But in addition, the venue made of green bamboo and enchantment faintly attracted some of his mind.

"It's like a cage......"

The boy sighed silently.

If you don't grow fast enough, your evolutionary position is not high enough, and your power is not strong enough, will you be locked in a cage?

Wang Yu stared intently at the demon beasts who were fighting the most primitive and brutal battles in the most subtle and ingenious way in the field, and his thoughts diverged.

Oh, yes.

He knows that.

If I hadn't reached this height now, it would have been me in the cage, of course. Instead of floating on the sidelines now, watching them fight, and thinking about what they don't have.

Therefore, the weak really can't control their own destiny.

Weakness is a shortcoming, and this is the most fundamental reason that prompted him to embark on the path of strength.

Fortunately, the so-called shortcomings can be overcome. Weakness is not.

"Even though I'm just in a bigger cage than them. ”

Wang Yu sneered.

Suddenly, the demon's eyes were filled with pitch black, hollow.

He turned his head and looked off into the distance with out-of-focus black eyes.

A sword light flew in the distance.

and a pair of clear red eyes.

And a clump of ...... Mochi?

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"Mistress Yuyuko, there's an enemy ahead that deserves to be killed. ”

The young and even young half-spirit stopped, and the soul demon dream put his hand on the hilt of the Bailou sword at his waist, and tilted his head to look at the Yuyuko of Xixing Temple floating in the air, his delicate face was full of childish seriousness.

"But youmeng, we can't just act on the basis of 'worthiness or not'. ”

Yuyuko of Xixing Temple smiled and touched the head of the soul demon dream.

This kind of demon dream is also cute, and it is different from the previous kind of cuteness.

The undead princess thought inwardly.

Soul Demon Dream nodded seriously: "Then, he is also an enemy who should be killed." ”

"Oh? ”

There was a little more solemnity in the seriousness on the court master's face.

"The dead walk on the earth, which is not allowed by our white jade building. ”

Yuyuko of the Saigyu Temple smiled softly and encouraged:

"Then go ahead. ”

The half-spirit bowed his head and saluted, then faced off into the distance.

"Yes, Yuyuko-sama, the servant is gone. ”

The swordsman's red eyes stared into the distance, his right hand grasped the hilt of the Bailou Sword, and took a step forward.

"Killing is to protect life, and cutting karma is not killing people. ”

"Prison Realm Sword [Two Hundred Yudian One Flash]!"

From Dian, a Youdian is the distance that a bull walks in a day, about 16 kilometers, which is converted into a distance of 32 miles, and 200 Youdian is 6,800 miles.

Six thousand eight hundred miles, in a flash.

This rush, which was supposed to set off a storm and even transcend time, did not have any effect on the surrounding environment under some mysterious power, perhaps it had something to do with the swordsman's half-human, half-ghost physique. But the power brought by speed has not diminished in the slightest, and the White Mansion Sword, which can cut through troubles, can now not only cut off troubles, but also cut through silk, flesh, bones, brains, and everything else.

The troubles, the "brain" and the people have been cut off, and the troubles will naturally be gone.

And yet the pale finger was cut off.

The clear red pupils of the soul demon dream looked at the empty black eyes, and they trembled inexplicably.

It wasn't fear, it was a fighting spirit, an excited and exhilarating fighting spirit.

A true swordsman never fears the strength of an enemy, fear is a human emotion, not a swordsman's.

It's a pity that the enemies of the Soul Demon Dream don't seem to have this kind of gratifying fighting spirit.

Wang Hao laughed gently:

"Little sister, it's very rude to pull out a knife and cut someone if you don't agree with each other. ”

"Sorry, the servant was rude. ”

Soul Demon Dream bowed his head unusually deferentially and sincerely apologized to Wang Hao.

"Hello, the servant is going to behead you. ”

Then the swordsman raised his head, and the pure and innocent fierce killing intent bloomed in those red pupils, dazzling and dazzling.

The swordsman's face grew with joy, and out of his own rigorous character, he said to Wang Yu earnestly before attacking:

"And the servant is not a little sister, the servant is a man. ”