Chapter Twenty-Seven: For Whom Does the Power Exist?!

When a person's blood has power that should not be possessed, it is destined to be repaid.

And the armor bears the evil brought by this power, and wants to put an end to it.

For whom does your own power exist?

What is his past, his fate, his nightmares, every battle he fights for?

Broken memories, like his shattered blades, allow him to fill the emptiness of his soul while also increasing his despair.

For many years, the terrifying Demon Blade wandered in the Land of Warriors like a ghost, causing panic among the descendants of the Demon Dao Family.

However, he eventually disappeared, on the way to the East. He wanted to trace the roots of the demonic path, and perhaps he could free himself from the torment of endless fate.

The Western Regions, this should be a rich and powerful land, but when the armor came all the way, as far as the eye could see, it was already a shattered and destroyed hell.

The royal court fell, the Duhufu fell, the local civilians cried, and the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty fell to the side of the road and were dying, they all thought that the other party was the betrayer.

The indifferent Shijian had no interest in knowing who was right and who was wrong, but the flood of demons disgusted him, reminding him of the nightmares that tormented him day and night.

So, as everyone fled the fallen city, he walked backwards into the depths of the calamity, and hordes of monsters fell to their deaths under the shattered blades.

The appearance of the armor made many demon species frightened, as if he was the most terrifying one between humans and demon species.

Armor ignored death, and he never gave the corner of his eye to the corpses lying beside him, whether human or demon.

Until, the armor saw the Great Wall that stretched for thousands of miles and led to the sky.

Behind the Great Wall, what?

Armor was interested, but at the same time, the demon seed's attack became more and more fierce.

Armor swung his sword again.

The bloody battle lasted for eight days, barely stopping for a moment.

Even the armor, which had a powerful demonic power, was seriously injured, and the immortal demon body was even more shattered and slowly dissipated.

As he staggered into the scarred battlefield, a crimson figure appeared in his blurred perspective.

"Where are you from?"

I don't know if he can understand, Mulan asked directly.

"Forget."

Armor replied in a clumsy lingua franca.

Fighting will make people lost, and the dying cold is stinging his nerves.

"Where's the name?"

"Forget ......"

"Then call you armor, get up, don't play dead." Mulan interrupted him.

The armor from a foreign land showed a helpless wry smile.

"You're strong, and we need people like you. Stay. Maybe you'll regret it. Anyway, you forgot everything, so it doesn't matter if you regret it. ”

The swordsman who was suddenly named Armor looked at the sword in his hand. The spots on the sword reminded him of the sand in a desperate situation, and the flowers that grew.

Armor? Seems good. Forget about the sharp sword that only hurts, and henceforth exist in the name of protective armor.

He propped himself up and slowly followed.

Ahead, there is the Great Wall that stretches to the end of the sky.

In front of him was the crimson, steel-hard figure.

Perhaps, since that time, I have more memories and worries in my heart.

It's like a flower of life blooming in the desert.

The sword in the hand no longer exists for killing and destruction.

In the same way, the power of his own powerful demonic path is no longer able to trace his fate and end his evil.

My name is Armor, and I exist in the name of Armor that protects important people.

In my confused heart, I seem to have found a bright light.

That woman is always too strong.

In every battle, she is the one who rides a thousand and rushes to the forefront.

Although his face has always been the same indifference, under the icy appearance, there is a burning heart that longs to be protected.

Mulan, you're not fighting alone.

This is the oath that Armor has been saying to himself since he joined the Great Wall Guards.

......

"Lu Yu, who is your power for?!"

As the blades intertwined, bursting with fierce sparks, the armor asked in a loud voice.

β€œ......”

Lu Yu was in pain, the vibration from his arm almost extended to his bones, the power of the armor was too strong, even if his armor value was very high, it was still difficult to resist his terrifying attack.

"If that's all you can do, then let me finish you!"

"Extreme Blade Storm!"

The armor roared, and then the magic blade in his hand turned into a phantom, slashing twice in succession, and the powerful impact force even made Lu Yu fly into the air.

At the same time, the figure of the armor suddenly escaped into the void, but the killing intent that diffused in the air became more and more solemn!

"Position suppression!"

Lu Yu was knocked away for 0.5 seconds, and he didn't have time to make other moves, so he could only turn on the shield on time!

The slashing of the second skill of the armor is not a vegetarian, but now he can only use a shield to resist.

"Boom!"

When the armor appeared from the void again, the demonic intent and sword intent burst out at the same time, and the ensuing slash was even more powerful!

The demon blade that slashed everything slashed the shield around Lu Yu, and the explosive sound made Lu Yu feel like he was about to ring in his ears.

The armor did not stop the blade in his hand, and the powerful power of the demonic path was still blooming, like a blazing sun, and the blue demonic light shone in all directions.

"Clickβ€”β€”β€”β€”"

The shield began to shatter, like a shattered mirror, and gradually began to crumble, and it was impossible to resist.

However, Lu Yu did not retreat.

"Armor, if you want to ask me, what is my power?"

"I can tell you that my power exists to protect important people!"

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, but those scorching eyes became more and more fierce!

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

Under the powerful impact of the armor, Lu Yu finally performed the Qinglian Sword Song!

In an instant, Lu Yu's figure turned into five fierce sword qis, and the human sword was like a blooming green lotus, with a great breath!

Five sharp sword qi, five fierce sword intent.

When the powerful sword qi shuttled around the armor, even if it was as strong as the armor, his azure armor was shaken, and it was not only the fire that burst out, but even the ice-like armor was worn!

"Hmm, what a strong sword intent!"

At this time, even the armor was awe-inspiring at the five sword intent that Lu Yu had unleashed!

Sure enough, the sword intent that seemed to be absent on Lu Yu's body before was the sword qi he emitted at this moment!

The armor did not dare to resist rashly with his physical body, and withdrew the attacking demon blade, rotating the defense around his body, confronting the five extremely powerful sword qi.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the five collisions exploded at the same time, and when Lu Yu cast the Qinglian Sword Song, the armor unexpectedly revealed a rare appearance as if it was facing a great enemy.

It seems that Lu Yu's strength is still underestimated by himself!

His power is truly limitless.

And, what he just said......

And yourself turned out to be the same idea?

The power that exists to protect important people.