On the other side of the creek.

Unlike the monstrous war next door, the birds and flowers here are quiet.

A cherry blossom tree stands there.

The pink petals of the cherry blossoms emit a faint afterglow, and even the darkness of the night could not hide its glow.

A few petals were blown down by a strong wind, broke away from the branches, and fell gently to the ground, adding a pink coat to the earth.

"Knock knock!"

Aya Konari and Ciel stop in front of the cherry blossom tree.

A few petals on the ground were gently blown by the wind, bringing a scent of flowers and then falling again.

"There shouldn't be anyone disturbing here, so let's have a duel between them." Aya Xiaocheng turned around and said lightly.

Under the corner of the tattered military coat that was blown up, Uncle Sang stopped a few meters away from Aya Xiaocheng.

A few petals were trampled under his feet.

"Well, let's continue our last showdown." Uncle Sang said lightly, and then grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out of the scabbard.

Then.

Aya Xiaocheng saw it clearly.

His knives are special.

With a wooden handle and a slender silver-white blade, the whole knife gives people a sense of simplicity, but it is full of an invisible edge.

"Oh?" Uncle Sang seemed to notice Aya Xiaocheng's gaze, so he raised his knife: "My knife is called Lin, and it is one of my favorite knives, uncle, what, are you interested in knives?" ”

"Nope." Aya Xiaocheng said lightly.

After speaking.

Aya Xiaocheng stepped forward!

Rush towards Uncle Sang at great speed!

"Young people are just anxious, uncle, I have introduced my own saber, and you don't introduce your knife." Uncle Sang said helplessly, but he still quickly put the knife in front of him and put on an offensive posture.

"Wow!"

Aya Xiaocheng rushed straight over like an arrow in the wind!

A few cherry pink petals were blown up by a breeze and left behind Aya Xiaocheng's head.

Take a closer look.

Uncle Sang was stunned.

Only then did he realize that Aya Xiaocheng's eyes were a little weird, and there was a black three-hook jade in the scarlet eyes that was spinning slightly.

Perennial combat.

Uncle Sang already had an extraordinary acuity, and in an instant, he felt an ominous aura in those eyes.

It felt dark.

It's like a bottomless swamp, once you sink into it, you can't get out.

"Is that a skill?" Uncle Sang muttered.

It is about to approach the enemy.

Aya Xiaocheng held the knife horizontally in front of him.

The tip of the knife is back.

With his left foot, he stepped forward vigorously, and a few petals under his feet were sunk deep into the ground.

His feet were bent rapidly, bent over, and his whole body was at an extremely low level, and his body was slightly tilted forward.

Grip the handle with both hands.

Swing hard!

Shout!

The silver blade turned into a silver light, tore through the invisible layer of air, slashed through the cherry pink petals in the air, and slashed directly at Uncle Sang's throat!

In a flash!

Several petals were cut out in a smooth incision, split in half in an instant, scattered on both sides, and fell lightly.

"Ding!"

There was a faint spark splashing at the impact!

Uncle Sang slammed into the silver blade violently with a vertical split, and a strong wave of qi erupted!

"Whew!"

The shabby military coat draped on Uncle Sang's shoulders was blown up by the strong wind and swayed in a burst!

The petals fluttering in the air are blown backwards by a strong wind!

The rustling sound of the cherry blossom trees wafts out the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Not far away.

The snow-white hair draped on Luo Musheng's shoulders was blown away messily, and Luo Musheng hurriedly pressed his restless hair with his small hand.

"Young man, your attack angle is very tricky, you must have some special training, right?" Uncle Sang asked.

He used to be a special forces, and after countless training and battles, it was easy to see that Aya Xiaocheng's attack was his throat.

And.

He swings his knife extremely quickly and with such precision that it would not have been possible without years of training.

The young man.

Not ordinary.

Aya Xiaocheng didn't speak.

A backhand stab.

"Zizizi!"

The silver blade rubbed a dazzling spark on the blade of the long knife!

"Ding, ding, ding......!"

Aya Xiaocheng and Uncle Sang slashed each other for dozens of rounds, and the two fought inseparably, splashing bursts of sparks.

With every collision of the two knives, a strong wind blows in all directions!

Luo Musheng, who was in the distance, blinked his big eyes with snow-blue pupils, watching their duel intently, and couldn't help but think in his heart: they are so powerful.

Time.

All that was left around the two of them was an open space, and the cherry blossom petals were piled up on the side.

But at this time.

Uncle Sang's eyes froze.

This is.

Rip!

After Aya Xiaocheng threw an attack this time, his body obviously stagnated slightly, although this only increased the time to retract the knife by less than a second.

But.

In a master duel.

The result of every minute and every second.

It can be said that the world is turned upside down.

"Rest in peace, young man." Uncle Sang said lightly, and then with a wave of his hands, the slender silver-white blade swung towards Aya Xiaocheng's abdomen with ghostly speed.

Aya Xiaocheng's eyes widened suddenly.

The three-hook jade in the eyes of the scarlet blood wheel turned slightly, and there was an unusually weird one.

"Poof!"

The slender blade slashed into Ayakosei's abdomen, and the entire blade was buried in his body.

Wrong!

This touch?

Uncle Sang's years of experience in killing people told him.

He didn't cut into the flesh.

And.

There was no blood.

"Quack!"

Aya Xiaocheng's body gradually transformed into a dark blue jackdaw.

A dozen jackdaws quacked, as if they had escaped from a swamp, struggling to twist their bodies as hard as they could, and finally broke away and flew out.

Leaving a dark blue feather floating in the air, it flew in all directions.

What is it?

Looking at the jackdaw flying around, Uncle Sang was a little puzzled.

It's a strange ability.

Can the user be turned into an animal?

Well!?

Uncle Sang suddenly felt that he would be pierced by the long knife in his back.

Moment!

He didn't look back.

Close your eyes.

His back seemed to have a pair of eyes, and he grabbed it with his backhand, pointed the tip of the knife behind him, and stabbed it back!

"Ding!"

Aya Xiaocheng's face changed, he gave up the surprise attack on him, and hurriedly changed the attack trajectory of the knife, the tip of the knife was pointing down, and he put the long knife next to him to block the stabbing long knife.

The tip of the knife pierced the body of the silverblade.

The force is great.

Aya Xiaocheng was jerked backwards.

"Ciel!" Aya Xiaocheng, who flew behind, shouted.

I don't know when I came to Uncle Sang's side, Hill raised the emperor tool to eliminate the soul and slapped at Uncle Sang!

A gust of wind is coming!

"I remember, this is the illusion of the Sharingan." Uncle Sang said unhurriedly: "Although I don't know much about anime, uncle, I still know some abilities, such as my domineering and ... Armed color domineering! ”

Suddenly.

Uncle Sang's left hand was instantly dyed black and brown, reflecting a faint light like steel.

The left arm is raised quickly.

"Bang!"

The pitch-black fist collided with the Emperor's Soul Eliminator!

Ripples in the air!

Hill found himself like he had been cut through steel, and the vibration from the Emperor's Soul Destroyer made his arm tingle.

"Ahh Ciel gritted his teeth and shouted, increasing the strength in his arm.

Uncle Sang's left arm was gradually squeezed down, and he saw that he would definitely lose if he continued like this.

Thereupon.

He kicked his right foot hard.

The strong foot strength stirs up a whirlwind!

Kicked directly into Hill's soft abdomen, and she immediately flew backwards backwards.

Hill flew a few meters away before he could barely hold his body.

"It hurts!" Hill spat out a mouthful of sour water in pain, clutched his abdomen, and squatted on the ground, his purple eyes trembling slightly under the frame of his purple glasses.

This man is so strong.

It was the first time she had encountered such a formidable enemy.

A few meters away from Uncle Sang's back.

Aya Xiaocheng stuck the silver blade into the ground, and gradually stopped with the resistance on the knife.

He stood up.

Quiet eyes.

looked at Uncle Sang calmly.

He didn't suffer any substantial damage, his body was still in a healthy state, and at most he had consumed some mana.