(a)

The killing move of a thousand hits in an instant, "Future Eternal Tribulation Slash", is the strongest sword skill that Youmeng can use at present.

The secret technique of a thousand cuts, "Soul Carving", is Sakuya's whole body armament, and he strikes with all his might.

Hundreds of blade encounters were compressed into a short moment, and the realm of the two battles had long surpassed the human senses and even the physical body itself, reaching the realm of "nothingness".

Invisible, traceless, invisible.

On one side is the "magician" who tears through time, and on the other side is the "cultivator" who has reached the transcendent state with his flesh body. Thousands of metal clashing sounds coincided to sound like a single sound, and thousands of flashes of knife light overlapped together, looking like a flash. The fierce confrontation ended at the moment it began, and with a flash of swords, the figures of the two were already staggered.

Sakuya and Youmu suppressed the inertia after the sprint at the same time, and finally stood in each other's positions, Sakuya was on the lower floor, and Youmu was on the upper floor. The two turned their backs to each other, neither looking back nor making a sound. They waited, waiting for the referee's hammer to ring the bell and announce the birth of the winner.

Thus, the winner was born.

Sakiya had a frighteningly large opening on her chest, opening from her shoulder to her abdomen, as if it was going to tear her diagonally in half—there was still a gap between the hundred secrets, and she paid for it.

When the wound opened, Sakiya snorted, and a painful look appeared on his face, which was gradually losing its bloody color. The blood-stained clothes swayed in the breeze, and the drops of blood on the blades of the blades on their bodies moved with the wind, gradually blowing to the edge of the blades.

However, Sakiya did not fall, and although the wound was horrific enough, it was not deep or heavy enough to make her fall.

The one who falls is the soul demon dream.

Softly, silently, the statue-like demon dream was blown down by the soft breeze on the white jade staircase. Sakuya turned around and looked over, only to find that Youmeng's petite body was already covered with wounds of all sizes, and there was no intact skin all over the body, so that the blood was pouring and dying.

A completely dashing servant, sixteen nights of Saki Night, and still a hundred secrets, suffered the most serious injury she has suffered in recent years. As for the demon dream, she is neither perfect, nor chic, not even mature, she can't avoid all the damage, she can't even avoid most of the damage, she understands this, she just dares to fight.

"Ha......" Sakiya sighed softly, "What should I say about you......"

Long before this last move, the injury suffered by Youmeng had not allowed her to raise her sword again, which Sakuya saw in her eyes. The price of continuing to dance the sword with all its strength is the tearing of old wounds and the accumulation of new wounds, which will inevitably endanger life in the end. But Youmeng still dragged his seriously injured body, endured severe pain, and fought until now, his pace did not slow down, his movements did not deform, and he could really get to this point by courage alone?

"What a good fellow, Youmeng......"

Sakiya walked up the steps, bent down, and gently stroked the side of Youmu's face with her fingertips. As a result, Youmeng's heartbeat and bleeding, as well as his weak breathing and sanity, all stopped at this moment.

One step away from death, Youmu was locked in time, and she couldn't take that last step anyway. That's all Sakiya can do for her at this time, and the rest depends on the doctor's craftsmanship.

"Next ......"

Sakiya straightened up, took another step up, and looked up at the distant height—behind the pale mist, the mastermind of the mutation was hidden.

"Shouldn't I go to Reimu's for a hand?"

As she was thinking, a cherry-colored glow suddenly pierced through the fog and shone down. With this light, a huge warm current, with a large number of cherry blossom petals, swept over like a tide. Wherever this warm current reached, everything revived, the surrounding cherry blossom forests began to bloom, and the green grass under them also sprouted, and soon a sea of flowers was gone, no longer the previous appearance of slaughter and desolation. Sakuya, as well as the wounds on Youmeng's body, also healed quickly under the effect of this magical warm current.

Soon, the whole underworld was enveloped in a spring of fresh grass, swaying cherry trees, the chill and fog dissipated, and the sky changed from an unsettling lilac to a bright sky blue.

The spring of the underworld came one step ahead of the world.

Sakiya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, felt the fragrance of spring that gradually melted in the blood, and said with a smile:

"Looks like there's no chance for me to play anymore......"

"Well, it's okay to go home earlier, so that you can prepare for the cherry blossom viewing party earlier. ”

With a "bang", the blue lightsaber returned to the hilt, and the dozens of knives on Sakiya's body also retreated under the maid's outfit, hiding their edge. Shimmer Wings burst out of her boots again, carrying her through the stairs of the underworld, over the realm of darkness, and back into the world.

(b)

"'May the spring cherry blossoms die, when the moon is full in February', the woman buried under this westward demon once said so before her death. ”

The Yuyuko of the Xixing Temple floated in the air, leaning against the Xixing Demon that had not yet bloomed, and the fan curtain woven by the magic light, with a smile on her face.

Hakuri Reimu floated in front of her, looking unhappy.

"Huh?" said Reimu, "as if you had a drink with her." ”

"It's written in the book, it's in the book!" Yuyuko said, "You guy, don't you have any romantic cells?"

"When spring comes, I can still be romantic, but now I just want to hit people, I really want to!"

"In that case," Yuyuko said, "just hand over that little bit of 'spring' on you!

"Enough to do?"

"Enough for spring to come. Yuyuko spread her arms outstretched, her loose kimono fluttering in the wind, graceful as a butterfly, "After that, this westward demon will be full of bloom, and the daughter of Fujimi, who is buried under the tree, will be resurrected!"

"That's what you saw from the book, too?" Reimu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That's right!" Yuyuko nodded with a smile.

"What kind of grandson gave such a troublesome book to someone like you......" Reimu held his forehead and sighed, "Well, I'll beat you up first, then cut down this monster tree, and then beat the guy under the tree, and then find out the person who lent you that book, and beat it up, what do you think?"

"I don't think so. ”

"No, no, no, you're going to be mistaken, Miss of the Underworld. I'm just asking you what you think, and I'm not going to take your opinion into account. Whether you agree or not......"

Reimu moved her neck, as well as her knuckles, and with a series of crunchy sounds, she said casually:

"I'm going to be strong. ”

"In that case......

Yuyuko opened two flower fans, placing one of them below and the other on top, covering half of her face.

"Then rest under this cherry blossom, red and white butterfly!"

"I refuse!" Reimu picked up three spirit runes and shouted:

"The only one who can return to the flowers is you, the soul of Haruzakura!"

"Completely ink-dyed Sakura: Blossom!"

"Dream Seal Set!"

After a thousand years, the sky above the White Jade Tower was once again shrouded in the brilliance of magical power.

Last time, it was the end of blood and tears.

This time, it's the dance of spring flowers and snow.

Everything is reincarnation.

Everything is new.

(c)

"Ah...... Yes...... Ahh

Yakumo Murasaki, who was lifting her leg to the railing to stretch, suddenly sneezed. Nalan Yu on the side quipped:

"Someone misses you. ”

"It's just a little pollen allergy...... ...... hiss," Zi said, rubbing her red nose.

"Pollen?" Nalan Twilight looked down at the snow under his feet, pursed his lips, and said, "Hmm...... It makes sense. ”

"It's coming, a lot of pollen. Purple bent down and reached for her toes as she muttered, "It's just a rehearsal." ”

"Oh yes, Nalan Twilight. She suddenly straightened up, turned back to Nalan and said:

"A week, no, two weeks later, do you have time?"

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with you?"

"Come with me to the underworld. ”

"What are you doing in the underworld?"

"Cherry blossom viewing. ”

"Huh?" Nalan was startled for a moment, but he didn't say much, just said lightly:

"If there are no accidents, I should go. ”

"Besides," Zi added, "bring those little imps of yours with you, and there will be a banquet then." ”

"Is that thoughtful?

"No, you're in for a treat, or why do you think I'm inviting you?"

"You big mom, ......"