In an instant, all the light between heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed by the simplest thrust, as if all the light was compressed, crudely stuffed into a slender line, showing a crowded and empty strange sword light.

At the end of the light, the cloudy evil bloomed abruptly.

Gracchi incarnated into tens of thousands, and his huge body split into small groups that flowed in all directions.

The strange sword light only grabbed a few clones, and more clones were scattered around, filling with an unpleasant smell.

The air was distorted, and even the Lingzi was polluted.

The chaotic illusion disappeared for a moment, and it was once again clustered in front of Kishiran's eyes.

Without the protection of the body, it is difficult for the spirit body to resist this spiritual pollution.

It was as if someone had cast a giant in Kishiran's eyes, and the big one unfolded behind the pupils, brutally capturing his brain and tightening it violently!

The slender filaments deformed Kishiran's brain, producing an irresistible pain that spread to every cell in the body.

The pain was like a tiny snake that roamed around his body, biting at him with its deadly fangs.

Heaven and earth are turning upside down, flashing of dazzling light and deep darkness alternately.

Just by breathing gently, Kishi felt the lobes of his lungs expanding, expanding, expanding!

Until it burst his body.

His airways were burning, and the scorching flames were spreading to burn his body to the ground.

The obscure whisper bypassed the ears and went straight into his head, like a cold iron cone stirring Kishiran's brain, moving slowly but firmly.

Countless languages repeat the monotonous content: Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!!

Hallucinations, hallucinations!

Kishiran kept reminding himself, but even so, he couldn't stop the colorful visions from taking over his mind.

The restless spiritual pressure stirred up a storm and stirred up the clouds.

The unstable mental state reacts to the body, causing the surrounding spirit to concuss.

Thousands of Gracchi's spikes grew and shot out, weaving into a dense overlay and flying towards the shore.

bite

The sword was sheathed, and time seemed to stop in an instant.

Since it's all illusions in front of you, don't look at it.

Kishiran closed his eyes.

Since there are whispers in your ears, don't listen.

The spiritual pressure burst open, and Anran's ears splattered with blood.

Since you can't discern the truth, don't think about it.

Kishi Ran gripped the sheathed slashing knife tightly, feeling the residual warmth on the hilt.

Don't listen, don't look, don't speak.

The spikes in the sky were pointed straight at his body, as slow as still.

The long sound of the short knife entering the sheath came to an abrupt end.

A faint roar echoed through the scabbard.

Starting at the bottom, a slight flutter is transmitted to the top of the scabbard, and finally even the handle is vibrating.

Kishiran gripped the hilt of the knife as if to crush it. The shock was not transmitted to Kishiran, and his body was still, solid as a rock. With his eyes closed and his ears deaf, he stood quietly in the air like a lonely thinker.

call

The place where the scabbard and the knife came into contact surged, and the cold breath swallowed out, like the heavy breath of a fierce beast.

His chest heaved and his spine bent slowly, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain, and his bones were making a low sound of overwhelm.

call

Kishiran's breathing and the rhythm of the surging air flow of the scabbard gradually converged, and the vibrations that stopped in the palm of his hand began to be transmitted to his arm, crawling down his arm to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his chest, and finally to all parts of his body.

suck

Anran took a sharp breath, endured the pain of his breathing, ignored the chaotic illusion, stepped forward with his left foot, and set off a wave of qi to sweep around, and the vibration of his whole body stopped in an instant.

The hand holding the knife was raised, and the movement was as gentle as if it were ruffling the hair of a lover.

The slashing knife was unsheathed, and the sound was slight.

The next moment, sword light erupted from the scabbard, accompanied by a hoarse roar, and the sharp light dispersed all the air and spread to the sky!

Time began to flow again, and the turbulent air currents roared and swirled up, dodging the sharp sword light with everything as if fleeing for their lives.

So everything around them gathered, and was forced by the air pressure to move closer to the place where the sword light passed.

Graki was not spared as they scattered, their spikes digging into the ground to stabilize their bodies, but the ground crumbled, closing into the void that had been carved out of the shore.

Kishi Ran opened his eyes, and the reflection in his eyes was crazy chaos.

However, he was not panicked, the slashing knife was in his hand, and he could still see his knife.

Enough is enough!

The right foot draws a perfect circle clockwise with the left foot as the center, and the sword falls behind him and is raised high in front of him with the help of the ultracentrifugal force generated by the rotation.

Sky Soar Dragon Flash!

The brilliant sword light is like a banner unfurled, and it is like a mountain peak rising from the ground.

Everything attracted by the vacuum was annihilated, and the surging spiritual pressure was unleashed unleashed, ruthlessly destroying everything the sword light passed through.

Rubble, rubble, water pipes, corpses, and even countless Gracchi were all annihilated in the light of a knife that was as simple as it could be.

call

Shore exhaled, the pervasive twisted spirit in the air dissipating, and the hallucinations in his mind were disappearing.

Is it finally over?

A scarlet glow swept by, cutting through Kishiran's white hair.

Figures rose from the rubble, blood staining the spikes in their hands, blood piercing through the skin and wrapping around the spikes, connecting them to their bodies.

That's the ninjas of Rain Hidden Village.

To be precise, a former ninja, a living corpse now.

Graki pierced the ninja's bodies with spikes, infusing them with mucus and transforming them into undead living corpses.

With dull expressions and feverish eyes, they danced the spikes in their hands and jumped into the air, stepping on the bodies of their companions to adjust their direction, and the moths rushed towards the shore like moths to the fire.

Phew

The sword flashed, and Kishi Ran recovered from the side effects of casting the Sky Soaring Dragon Flash, and easily cut off the living corpse.

The second, the third, the fourth

One by one, the living corpses rose into the sky, and were easily cut off and fell by the shore.

Countless severed limbs and severed arms piled up on the rubble beneath Kianran, piling up a high mountain of corpses.

So the living corpses stepped on the mountain of corpses up, up, up!

They will tear down the people of heaven and drown them in blood.

"Boring." Kishi glanced at it, his eyes fluttered, and his pupils briefly turned into two.

Got it.

A flowing arc of light flashed, breaking away from the blade and flying into the corner, slicing through the twisted worm.

But there's more around.

Just cut them off one by one.

Kishi Ran made up his mind, but suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and colorful visions flashed, and then the red light swept by, tearing his sleeves.

The living corpse has become stronger?

"Not dying is just the way." Grachi's voice rang out, mixed with a complex and incomprehensible sound, "Not the goal. ”

Under the mountain of corpses, the severed corpses were spliced together haphazardly, forming a new living corpse to climb upwards.

Six-legged, one-handed, living corpses break through the limits of the body and, incidentally, the human imagination. 14