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The first spell card, the Evil Bird, is also the only spell card to date.

So he has only one chance to fight the named duel with the soul demon dream.

The court master named Soul Demon Dream had already drawn his long sword, his hands were lightly clenched, and he was holding it back at his side, and the sword light that flashed with a cold luster could not be concealed in the warm sunlight.

The originally steady and serious girl seemed to have finally taken off the sword of the sheath, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at her opponent.

Then, there was the second sword pinned to his waist.

This sword was shorter than the previous one, like a small sword.

Soul Demon Dream leaned this sword backhand on the forearm of his right hand, and the tip of his elbow supported the tip of the sword, still pointing directly at Yutong Shiai.

Reverse two knives.

Yutong Shiai suddenly became interested in this girl's knife.

It stands to reason that in the double knife stream, the main attack and defense are basically separated, and the more common Musashi stream is the small knife main defense, and the big knife counterattacks the opponent when the small knife presses or sticks to the opponent's attack. However, the two swords in the hands of the Soul Demon Dream were full of murderous aura that could not be enveloped.

These two knives were pulled out for the purpose of slashing people.

"Miss Soul, if you don't mind, please introduce your love knife."

He suppressed the urge to fight a little, so that the wind that Freisberg was blowing was not so fierce.

Hovering in the air, the evil birdbone flaped its hollow skeleton wings impatiently and lowered its head.

"During the duel, don't cut it off, cut it off!"

However, the girl on the opposite side said with two swords.

"Yutong-kun only has one spell card, and I'll only use one, but I'm sorry I won't release water."

“…… Okay, too. ”

Yutong Shiai nodded, raised his hand, and let the empty skeleton stretch out.

It seems that the other party's earnestness and persistence are beyond their own thoughts, and they belong to the time of battle, which cannot be interrupted.

"Sweeping the earth to the heavens, the wind of the soul."

The bird of Freisberg roared loudly, and the wind was no longer restrained, and it sped out of the hollow skeleton visible to the naked eye, and slammed into the girl.

And the soul demon dream also took a moment's head, and the two swords interacted and burst in from the side where the wind pressure was weak.

The storm swept and the land cracked, and the grass and trees on the ground were blown to and fro, swaying and spreading in the ever-changing wind, until they hit the distant forest or were trampled by the galloping maiden.

The wind never ceases, for it is a lament for the souls of the dead.

The girl's green figure walked through the storm, her skirt flying, but it was not blown up by the storm.

Yutong Shiai controlled the wind pressure to block the attack of the soul demon dream, but the effect was not ideal. This young lady ran far faster than she had imagined, and the storm couldn't catch up with her.

"Your wind is chaotic!"

The girl, who was drinking so loudly and coldly, suddenly stopped, ignoring the wind like a sword and halberd wrapped around her.

Holding a long sword in his left hand and a short sword in his right hand, the aura of the soul demon dream instantly became sharp.

Then came the slash with a faint magic of brilliant blue.

The soul demon dream swung his sword forward, and the half-spirit spewed out a barrage of magic power at his side, and a trace of the breath belonging to the girl was brewing and erupting.

The first sword was slashed from a long sword with a soft white pendant embroidered on the back of the hilt of the left hand.

Then Freisberg's breath was easily cut off by the knife.

It's like a hollow.

Yutong Shiai was slightly startled, and pressed the bone of the evil bird in his hand towards the girl.

"Pounce, Freisberg."

The hollow bird's bones roared in the sky, breaking free from the shackles of the boy, and the empty skeleton wings vibrated and flew into the sky.

However, before the evil bird could launch its attack on the girl, the assault of the soul demon dream suddenly came.

The unacceptable running speed of the Twin Sword Girl Soul Demon Dream was just approaching, but this time, it was completely a full-speed rush.

At least before Yutong Shiai reacted, the tip of the other party's long knife was already close at hand.

Bumped in.

The girl named Soul Demon Dream slashed through the storm layer that enveloped her one by one with her short blade speed sword, and quickly swept to the boy's side.

An unexpected frontal assault.

"Slash in the present world!"

"Real Asylum!"

Gold and iron resonate, chains shattered.

Yutong Shiai stepped back in embarrassment, the blood-colored rusted chains already separating him from the soul demon dream.

The fragmented remains of the chains scattered limply in the air, as if to sigh at the failure to completely stop the girl.

Blood splattered from his chest and scattered in the wind.

The first confrontation ended with the girl's unstoppable momentum.

Yutong Shiai's face was full of surprise.

Impossible.

Why did the wind of the soul that blew from the bones of the evil bird be so effortlessly broken through?

He was slashed in the chest, but fortunately he didn't eat it solidly, but just cut the flesh and skeleton cleanly.

Yutong Shiai's right hand suddenly pulled, and the chain trajectory monotonously surrounded itself, like layers of lettuce leaves. The true poem trembled, tiny runes emerged, buzzing, embracing the boy in it.

The half-spirit girl's slash could not stop after this rapid explosion, and the rushing sword light flew up and down, cutting through the hastily established true poem.

Yutong Shiai saw the two knives again. Not surprisingly, both knives can smoothly unleash any degree of slash.

This is different from Miyamoto Musashi Toten's first-class two-sword flow technique.

"Sure enough, it's still too careless."

Yutong Shiai frowned and became slightly excited.

He felt the power of Gensokyo during the battle with Remilia, but after recognizing the power of Gensokyo, he became more and more aware of the viability of the girl's plan.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and his eyes flashed with silver.

Yes, cut through the chains, cut through the sky, and work for the future she wants.

In front of her is the girl with two knives who has chopped the poem of truth, and in the sky is Freisberg with wings fluttering.

Behind him is the starting point, and in front of him is Gensokyo.

He opened his arms and let the sword close.

Win my first Spell Card Battle.

"From the sky to the earth, Freisberg."

The sword of the soul demon dream did not pierce the flesh, but it was entangled by the extended flesh, and stopped, not wanting to advance or retreat for half a minute.

Yutong Juai controlled the skeleton and muscle groups on his chest, and caught the sword that wanted to pull away after stabbing it. He could see the Soul Demon Dream's silver-white eyebrows raised, and he seemed a little surprised.

Then there is the bone of the evil bird that returns to the earth.

The wind suddenly intensified, clanged, the earth and stones peeled away, the air cracked, the light distorted, and the world darkened.

The world will be churned into a pot.

The breath of the wind distorted the light, disrupted the ears, blew away the smell, and tore at the body.

Isolated from sight, hearing, smell and touch, Yutong Shiai has the ability to compete with the opponent's sword empty-handed.

Ten Ai's hands extended along the sword and grabbed the small hand that held the sword.

The opponent's right hand trembled, and he just wanted to abandon the sword to break free, but he was grabbed even tighter.

Yutong ten love evoked a smile.

The first reaction was to break free instead of attacking with another knife, and sure enough, the other hand was using a small knife to cut the wind pressure away to protect itself, right?

That knife is a knife aimed at the soul.

It is possible to win.

Although the true poetry in the body is damaged, it can still fight, and at the urging of Yutong Shiai, it pierces the flesh and crawls out of the body with the chewer.

Like a spider's eight-legged.

However, at this time, the other party's right hand suddenly tightened.

Yutong was also tight, slowing down the attack and raising vigilance.

Distorted light appeared in front of him, and staccato sounds.

“…… Future...... Chop"

Bad!

It's the Spell Card Manifesto.

The soul demon dream who has never made a rune card declaration has sworn out the rune card he used, and that light is the brilliance of the rune card.

Then, the sword light exploded, arrogant, and uninhibited.

That light penetrated the boy and his distorted world.