Under the scorching sun, the shadow fell like a mountain.

The two mecha confronted each other from afar, their movements were vigorous, their laws were strict, and they had a killing intent to fight bulls.

What is even more eye-catching is the energy sword in the hands of the two.

Mianjin saw that the palm was facing down, the red tassel in his hand was horizontally held, the cold blade was like blood, and the scarlet red mangs were like a river of blood, accompanied by bursts of phoenix-like screams, and the arrogance was smoking!

The power of the demon knife is unshakable!

In the palm of the string song, the flowing years are straight upright, the blade is like an endless flow of water, and countless halos of life and death float on the edge, like a virtual reality, and strange rhymes emerge.

The two hold each other, and the momentum is evenly divided, and each does not give in to each other.

"What?" Ashiya Michiman's pupils constricted, and he felt a little bad in his heart.

The red tassel is a demon knife, known for its violent lethality, and also known for its tyrannical momentum.

And the "passing years" in string singers are obviously condensed by itself, and they are by no means some magic weapons. But it is such a passing year, how can it be so powerful, and it will not fall behind in the face of red tassels?

What is this passing year?

Yao Shengji, Galawa and others were even more shocked, and their thoughts were flying.

"What kind of equipment is this?" Yao Shengji rolled his eyes a few times and muttered, "I heard that it's called 'Dawn Killing'?

"Hmph! No matter how loud the momentum is, it's just a façade!" Gang Haixiang breathed a few times, his mind was already calm, and he shouted, "Look at me to debunk your ghost tricks —— kill!"

Airplanes!

Before the sound fell, Mianjin saw that he rushed forward, and it seemed that he had crossed the sound barrier in one step, so fast that he couldn't even catch up with the sound!

"Really?" In the string song, Bai He sneered, his ten fingers were like the wind, and he operated in an orderly manner.

Repeated!

With a dull footstep, the string song did not retreat but advanced, the posture was as elegant as a phoenix soaring into the sky, and the glow of the years in his palm floated, responding with a horizontal slash, and also cutting out a frost-white moon arc.

Bang!

The red and white moonlight collided in a cross, countless wisps of sparks splashed, and with a loud sound that fluttered, the two sword blades had re-condensed, and the sword blades collided head-on.

This round of confrontation between needlepoints and wheat mangs is an absolute disadvantage.

The blades of the swords slash at each other, harder than sharper, and the red tassel is obviously superior. The two fought, and the red tassel drove straight in, and its sword blade split for nearly half of the year, almost cutting it in two!

Repeated!

The string song jumps back, and the feet are like treading waves, and the body is swaying, widening the distance.

"Hmph!" the corners of Gang Haixiang's mouth rose, and he sneered, "I said it earlier, this trick is just a vain appearance, doesn't this show the horse's feet?"

"Huh-" Seeing this, Ashiya Daoman also calmed down a little, and comforted himself, "The red tassel is the demon knife of the world, and the one that can catch the red tassel in the past few years will not be broken with one blow, and it is already counted as a high-grade weapon." If you want to have a long time with Hongying, you have to do Mo Xie and Seven-Star Longyuan first-level divine soldiers......"

Unexpectedly, Xian Ge took a few steps back, just to build momentum.

Sou!

It was short, its feet were heavy on the ground, and it rushed forward again, rushing like a dragon! With a lingering image, the cold blade in its palm bloomed like a petal, stirring up the sky full of light and shadow, like a big river surging, the momentum was magnificent, and the stone broke the sky!

"Why can't you learn well?" Gang Haixiang sneered, "The blow just now, you haven't learned your lesson yet?

Airplanes!

Mianjin saw that he was holding a sword in his backhand, his feet were slightly apart, and his body was as motionless as a mountain, until Xian Ge rushed to the front, and then he suddenly drew his sword, and a knife arc slashed the wild mountains, smashing all the light and shadows in the sky.

Bang!

Again, the two blades clashed.

Again, the red tassel slashed deep into the passing years, and the string song was forced to retreat and reopen the distance.

"Well done!" Sachiko Ogino frowned and puffed loudly, "I'm working harder, I'm going to kill him in one go!"

Mianjin saw this, but Gang Haixiang was not so optimistic, his face changed slightly, and hesitation appeared in his eyes.

"It was just ...... What's going on?" he muttered to himself, suspiciously, "Am I not in good shape?"

In the confrontation just now, the red tassel had the upper hand again, but the depth of its cutting into the Flowing Year Blade was only one-third.

You must know that this time, Gang Haixiang used the Fusang technique to attack the "Wanyue Slash", and the lethality should be greater.

Repeated~~

A series of footsteps sounded, and the string song struck again, carrying countless drifting afterimages, and the blade of the sword slashed like a raging wind sweeping the earth.

"Eight grids!" Gang Haixiang scolded in a low voice, his hand speed exploded, and he responded to the enemy again.

Rumble!

Mianjin saw that his arms were raised high, the sound of the engine was like a tsunami, and the violent energy was injected into the red tassel, making its blade more and more red, like coagulated blood, cutting down a bloody storm!

Airplanes!

Xian Ge's feet swirled, and the flowing years in his palms spun with it, steadily resisting the blow.

Bang!

Or the blades collide with each other!

But this time, it was really evenly divided, and the two sword blades had shallow gaps, and they could not recover for a long time.

"What happened?"

This time, everyone noticed this change and approached it.

"What?" Gang Haixiang breathed rapidly, his face full of incredulity, "What the hell is going on with this passing year? How did it change ......?"

"Stronger?" Bai He took his words and grinned, "This is the attribute of the passing years, it is a slow child, likes to accumulate thick and thin, and is good at fighting more and more bravely!"

"Chronic son?" Gang Haixiang felt absurd, he really couldn't imagine that a weapon still has a so-called "character"?

But the scene in front of him couldn't help but be unbelievable.

In the battle, this "flowing year" seems to be getting stronger and stronger!

Airplanes!

Xian Ge stood with his sword in his hand, the sharp hum of the blade became heavier, and the halo along the blade was already overlapping, like a stormy wave, and the momentum was wild.

Everyone was stunned.

......

In the viewing room, Zhao Qianmo rubbed his chin and looked like a smile.

"Who did you learn it from?" he said after a long time, crying and laughing, "It's hard to talk about driving skills, but this trick of pretending to be a ghost is a long way...... Of course, the so-called 'soldiers don't tire of cheating', besides, this is not all a lie. ”

In terms of attributes, this "flowing year" is really a chronic child.

The slender blade of the passing years is actually a "ring", a high-speed whirl, circular ring of particles. Similar to the principle of the roar of the rising sun, under the continuous action of the magnetic field, the particle speed in the entire closed particle ring will become faster and faster, the energy contained in it will become stronger and stronger, and the blade will naturally become stronger and sharper!

In other words, the blade grows stronger over time, which is where the name "Passing Years" comes from.

With enough time to build up momentum and brew, the strength of this year-old blade is even enough to cut off the demon knife!

In just a few moments, its fury was already rising.

"No, you can't let it continue to develop......" Gang Haixiang's face turned pale, and he shouted violently, "-Yan Hui!"

Mianjin sees a move!

The sword light flew up and down, turning into a scarlet blood shadow, like a swallow returning to its nest, the trajectory was uncertain, but it was secretly disciplined, and the killing intent was cold and unpredictable.

Okami Sho is regarded as the successor of Morinaga Daiku, and his own strength naturally needs not be said.

And this "Yan Hui" is his stunt at the bottom of the box, once used, it is like a soaring electric lift, which is amazing!

Bai He smiled coldly, but he was not chaotic at all, and shouted: "-Dawn Kite Shield!"

Xian Ge's left arm was raised, five fingers were chasing the void, and wisps of glow lit up from the cracks of his fingers.

The dawn crack is a streamer killing array, and the dawn kite shield is a defensive shield array, the wisps of light strings are not scattered, but criss-crossed, condensed into a thousand horizontal and vertical light shields, blocking between the string song and Mianjin Jian.

Boom!

The sword shadow crashed into the shield array, like a flying swallow thrown into a spider web, and was immediately trapped by the light strings, although it cut off countless light strings, and its own lethality was also dissipated and turned invisible.

Gang Haixiang scolded in a low voice, and Mianjin reluctantly drew his sword and retreated.

"Isn't it, it's my turn again?" Xian Ge turned around suddenly, and raised it horizontally in his palm, although there was no movement, but there was a violent killing intent vented out, earth-shattering!

"That's ...... What?" Okamixiang's eyes widened, and his lips trembled.

The years are straight upright, and the bright glow above the blade is blazing, illuminating in all directions, dazzling. What's even more strange is that on its slender blade, there are sometimes light spots that explode, giving birth to wisps of overflowing fire, which are actually somewhat similar to solar flares!

It can be imagined what terrifying energy has accumulated in this brilliant sword blade!

This scene made Gang Haixiang's scalp tingle.

"Kill!"

The string song rushed forward, the sword blade rose and fell and danced wildly, as if carrying the sun, the flowing fire was wrapped in a glow, and even drowned the figure of the string song, dazzling, and the river turned over the sea!

"This can't be!" Ashiya Michiman said in a lost voice, "How can such a sword be more terrifying than the demon sword Red Tassel?"

Not only Ashiya Michiman and Sachiko Ogino, but Yao Shengji, Garava and others are also colorless.

This flowing year is really too terrifying, and it actually eclipses the red tassels of the demon sword!

Who forged this sword?

In everyone's minds, a question popped up at the same time.

However, Zhao Qian, as the author, failed to appreciate this scene.

He had already left the viewing room and hurried back to the mecha workshop, not even caring about the battle at a critical juncture.

Because, in the handicraft workshop, a big event broke out, to be precise, it was a big mess.

"Dayan, 'Lethe Virus' Type 1, is it really successful?" Zhao Qian frowned and asked suspiciously, "Why is it so fast?"

"Success?" the big man snorted, "What kind of success is this? It's all about the self-mutation and reproduction of the virus, and it has nothing to do with us." What's more, at the moment, it seems that this virus is not under control...... Hurry back, if it's too late, maybe your god-killing will suffer!"

"Got it!" Zhao Qian nodded heavily, and secretly calculated in his heart, "This Lethe virus won't be the same nature as the T virus, right......?"