The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.

The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.

The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.

The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.

The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.

The more dangerous it is, the more calm we should be, this is an eternal truth.

Although he is at a disadvantage, at this time, if he uses the Dragon Language Phantom Void unexpectedly, if the opponent does not tell him about himself before he lets out a strange dragon roar, he will be completely defeated...... Then, you may be able to defeat each other easily......

Kazama Yangyu thought like this, but his throat was slightly sluggish, and the dragon language that should have been easily roared out was unexpectedly difficult and obscure.

It's as if there's an instinct that's stopping Kazama from raising his feathers.

It comes from, the insolence of youth, the respect for battle, the persistence of dignity.

The so-called duel, I really want to break the opponent from the front in a dignified manner, instead of cheating and yelling, and it will all be solved.

The eyes were gently closed, and the ethereal sword shadow disappeared in an instant.

Then, suddenly, in a clearer posture, he appeared in front of Kazama Yangha.

It's a sword, and it's not a sword.

Throwing away the blade itself, it turned into a slightly ethereal sword intent.

There was nothing, but it filled the whole space.

From the top of the head, to the soles of the feet, from the chest, to the back, from the left and right arms, up and down the body.

Kazama raised his feathers, and in an instant, he was in the center of the storm.

And that storm has already spread and sealed all retreats and all hopes.

The cold sword qi, a touch of wipe, and the sword intent of slaughter, like thousands of threads, raised the feathers between the winds and tightly entangled.

Sometimes it cuts through the void and slowly sweeps in.

Kazama raised his feather, and saw it, the sword intent that shouldn't have been seen.

Invisible, but qualitative.

That is, the language of the knife.

Cold and quick.

transcended, the limits of vision.

Only with the heart can we truly grasp it.