"Bang, dang!"

Lou Guan Jian fell on the stairs of the White Jade Building, and slid down a few steps in a row, just stopping at the feet of Youmeng. She stooped down and picked up the long knife, held it in one hand, and slammed it in front of her, the cold glow of the blade in front of her.

With a swing of the knife, the wind was like Xiao, and Youmeng pointed at Bayi Yonglin not far in front of him with the tip of the knife, with a cold face, and read out four words in a low voice:

"It's time to finish. ”

Yes, it's time to end, whether it's an experiment or a win or a loss, it's almost time to make a break when you get to this point.

At this point, a shadow suddenly flashed in her calm heart, and a circle of ripples was startled—it was her master, Yuyuko of Xixing Temple.

Yuyuko is still alive, and although the word "alive" is not a good word to describe an undead, Yumu can indeed feel it, and the half of her soul floating outside is also reminding her with signals from outside the five senses that Yuyuko still exists in some form, and even, smiling at her somewhere.

Then she naturally has to give her best performance.

It's strange to say it, Yuyuko's self-sacrificing behavior has made Youmeng settle down. She was still a little restless, and now, she dared to say, she had never been so calm. The reason for this, Youmeng thought to herself, probably only because Yuyuko, who has been covering her like a mother and protecting her, is not around!

Ever since the day Youmeng knew how to remember, she had been a toddler following others. In front of Yuyuko, she is a young and unreliable servant, and in front of Youji, she is an immature apprentice. She knew that one day, it would no longer be the responsibility of her elders to teach her, and she would have to rely on her own strength to fly away. But that day always seemed too far away, and she was never sure if she was ready.

Now, that day has come, and without warning. It wasn't until he was pushed to the edge of the cliff that Yumu realized that he was actually ready for a long time.

It's like the moment when a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, like the dawn when a flower bud blooms, or the moment when a young eagle jumps off a cliff, the opportunity for transformation finally comes. She will take what she has learned in this life, no longer as an apprentice, but as a master.

Little swordsman, it's time to become a teacher.

"That's how you break the game. Yonglin looked around expressionlessly, "Unexpected, but, it can be cracked." I'll analyze all the data and use it in the next experiment, and I won't make the same mistake again. ”

She was still gravity-defying, floating in the air, the metal ring behind her still turning, ringing, shining, and she still looked so elusive. However, no matter how you say it, Youmeng always feels that under the night sky of the underworld, in the flying cherry rain, this fleshy saint, Bayi Yonglin, no longer seems to be so oppressive.

It's like a tiger with teeth pulled out and nails cut, although it is still a tiger, but it is not so scary after all. In the past, she had no flaws, and what she released was a heavy despair like a black cloud crushing the city. Now, beyond the curtain of the pink cherry blossom snow, Youmeng watched Yonglin's every move, and his eyes were full of the word "opportunity".

If you have a chance, you can fight and overcome it.

"You don't have a next time. ”

Youmeng raised two swords and erected them in front of him, holding the Louguan Sword in his right hand in his right hand and the Bailou Sword in his left backhand, the second-hand parallel, the long knife up, and the short knife down. Then, she slowly closed her eyes staring straight at the blades, and at the same time, the silver light reflected on the two knives was even more than Fang Cai.

"Ugly, slash. ”

"Demons, demons, slash. ”

"Traitors and wicked people will be beheaded. ”

"Bayi Yonglin, you are nothing but a false god. ”

At this moment, she opened her eyes, and there was no luster in her eyes, only a death-like "void", like a night sky without stars.

"It's best to use it for blades. ”

As the words fell, a circle of wind spread like ripples of water on the stone steps at the foot of Youmeng, and she herself had disappeared without a trace. At that moment, Bayi Yonglin couldn't calculate the speed of the demon dream, no, more precisely, she didn't have time to calculate it at all, because the demon dream was so fast that she couldn't even react.

If she can really measure it, what she can get in the end must be an exaggerated figure that even she, Bayi Yonglin herself, will be shocked!

A gust of wind swept by, and the demon dream appeared behind Yonglin, leaving Yonglin with two knife wounds, one to cut his waist and the other to behead, both of which were fatal injuries.

"It's a flash. ”

If Yonglin was still Yonglin a few minutes ago, and she was still the "God of the Basement with a radius of two hundred meters", it would be absolutely impossible for the demon dream to leave scars on her. But Youmeng did it, Yonglin failed to predict Youmeng's actions, failed to read Youmeng's thoughts, failed to create illusions and shields, and failed to distort time and space. Out of that dark and oppressive underground laboratory, Bayi Yonglin is nothing, even a small pebble can defeat her.

After all, she is just a "limited god" with a territory of only 200 meters. However, the underworld here, the water and soil here, do not listen to her.

But at least one thing, although she can't control things outside her body, she can still control her own things. For example, the self-defense mechanism of the "séance system" is still working faithfully and meticulously even now, when most of its functions have failed.

As a result, there were also two more blood marks on Youmeng's neck and stomach, which were the same as the injuries suffered by Yonglin, but slightly shallower. The defense mechanism of this system can be said to be the most frustrating of its hundred functions, after all, under the condition that it is working normally, it is impossible for Yonglin to be hit by any attack. Once hit, the large ring behind her automatically absorbs a portion of the impact and returns it to the attacker itself. Just like now, Youmu paid the price of blood for her recklessness.

However, did this little injury stop Youmu?

No.

The blood trickled down from the wound, and before it could go far, it was thrown into the wind by Youmeng. She took advantage of the inertia of the last knife to flip in the air, turn the spearhead, and aim the blade at Yonglin's back.

"Hammer!"

In the next second, it was not the sound of flesh being torn apart, but the crisp sound of metal colliding. Youmeng finally stopped in front of Yonglin, with his back to Yonglin. There was an additional piercing wound on her left shoulder, and blood was spreading across her shirt.

"It's a flashback. ”

Putting the knife into the sheath, Youmeng turned around, her pale face, bloody lips, and still empty eyes, staring at Yonglin.

"Click"

A crack appeared on the surface of the metal ring, the "mechanical séance system", and that was the result of the knife of the demon dream.

"If you keep fighting like this, I'm sure ......"

Yonglin didn't even look back, and he didn't care about the two knife wounds on his body at all, just stared at Youmeng's eyes, and said expressionlessly:

"You will die, die before you defeat me. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Youmeng pressed his hands on the hilt of the knife behind his back, and at the same time, he lowered his body, as if he was ready to attack.

"Warriors, to die, to live. ”

"Secret sword, one thought, immeasurable, slash!"

Since returning to the underworld, the third knife has infused all the power, life, and soul of Youmeng, and slashed at Yonglin's body without reservation. No one could see the demeanor of that knife clearly, there were too many things, which were pressed in an instant, and burst out like an epiphany. Just like the moment when the cherry blossom leaves the branch and falls downward, the infinite cycle of life and death, the fate of all things, is all within an immeasurable thought.

The silver light of the blade covered everything, and the black shadow of the blade slashed, tearing through the light and shadow, and the figures of the two were staggered, and the battle ended. Youmeng put away her two blood-soaked swords, and then fell quietly in a pool of blood. The ring behind Bayi Yonglin faded and shattered inch by inch, spilling all her divine power to the ground.

Countless tiny pieces of metal rolled up the long steps, like a waterfall of mercury, and it was a spectacular sight that no one appreciated.