The speed of the two of them in a fierce battle has exceeded the limit of human eye. The whistling air and the sound of tearing wind spilled down in the midst of the cloud of sword qi, and the battle beyond the specifications was enough to make any human despair.

The sword qi was like rain, plowing out the craters that were destroyed on all sides, and plowing out a series of criss-crossing ravines. The crack of the cobweb, which spread from the central position, was brutally crushed and shattered, and was divided into fragments of different sizes by the sword qi, which were scattered to both sides in the fierce wind. The level of the ground has been cut off layer after layer, and the bursting of cables and water pipes buried deep in the ground has made it even more tragic.

The young man and the red-haired priest, who acted as onlookers in the distance, were forced to move their butts and run away again due to the aftermath of the increasingly fierce battle. In particular, Kamijo was refreshed and began to redefine the human being.

Are they really human?

"No, no, no, it's impossible. If they were human, what was the fragile Mr. Uejo? Paramecium? "Kamijo is reluctant to accept the reality of salted fish, preferring to believe that the two warring parties are mythical creatures in human skin.

"What are you muttering?" Steele said indignantly as he the leaky sausage mouth. Just now, he wanted to hold up a magic shield, and sadly found that the silver ring on his ten fingers was missing. Poor God, it was his most important magic item.

"I mean, they're amazing!" The boy sneered at his hair, and although Steele's tone was not good, his rotten temper automatically ignored this.

"Of course! God Crack is one of the less than twenty saints in the world, and one of the top ten magicians in London. At the mention of the Divine Crack, Steele looked proud.

"Really!?" The young man was curious, and continued: "What about you, how many can you rank?" ”

"This ...... Although I am not as good as a saint, I am also powerful in every sense. Steele said after a three-second struggle. It's just that his face was fattened by a fat beating, and his eyes were squeezed into a slit, which was obviously not very convincing.

After finishing speaking, Steele ignored the doubts on the face of the young man and turned around to look at the battlefield behind him, extremely anxious in his heart. He and the magicians of the Church of Necessary Evil, a special unit of the British Puritans, were well aware of the state that the Divine Crack Fire Weave was in right now.

God Breaker!

Inhuman body, inhuman power, inhuman ability! Legend has it that it is enough to rival the divine power of angels!

But even this kind of power that touches the realm of the gods can only be on par with the enemy. Could it be that the school city has researched someone who is comparable to the ability of a saint's physique?

The high-speed movement of the two sides could no longer be captured, only the sparks of the collision of weapons were faintly visible, and the concussive ripples wantonly destroyed and crushed the entire street. Just watching from afar, Steele's scalp was numb, and he couldn't understand why Duke was able to keep up with the rhythm of the battle of the God Crack!

"I really can't imagine that there is such a monster in the school city.。 How do I explain to the archbishop when I get back, she will be ...... Right? Steele shook his head, this kind of annoyance was better for God Crack Fire Weaving to consider, after all, he was still underage.

……

In the center of the battlefield, the more the God Cracked Fire Weave fought, the more frightened he became. Steele didn't have enough strength to understand the intensity of the battle, but as a person in question, she knew it clearly. In this collision where speed, strength, and even swordsmanship were all top-notch, Divine Cracking Fire Weaving's heart was tense, and he did not relax for a moment, and was even forced to use the power of the Divine Son all the time.

But the results were not ideal......

From fully dominating the upper hand to evenly dividing, and now to the embarrassment of parrying, the heart of the God Cracked Fire Weave has turned up stormy waves. No matter how she changes her moves, Duke can find a flaw in the moment she draws her sword, obviously a defensive counterattack but more like a preemptive strike. Unable to use her strength, she fought extremely aggrieved.

The skills are not as good as people, and there is nothing to say about the god crack fire weaving. It's just that she can't understand that she has been maintaining the state of a God Splitter, her speed and strength are already inhuman, why can the other party be equal to her?

Superpowers?

God Crack Fire Weaving doesn't think so.

Even if it is a saint, when using the power of God, it will collapse because the muscles cannot bear it! A superpower who has not been polished or baptized by magic for many years may be able to defeat her in swordsmanship, but in the area she is most proud of, she will collapse at the touch of a button...... What is the difference between this and the archbishop claiming to be only 18 years old?

It's a ridiculous joke!

Boom!

The blades collide with each other, making a crisp metallic sound!

To be precise, it should be the tip of the black knife against the weak point of the seven swords in seven days, and the god cracked the fire and wanted to vomit blood in a depressed way, she couldn't remember how many times it was. Every time he burst out to increase his speed, he finally got a good chance to breathe, but the blade was blocked back before he could cut it.

God Crack Fire Weaving even suspected that Duke had cracked all the swordsmanship taught to her by her Amakusa seniors during the battle with her. Otherwise, why can she always disrupt her rhythm in the first place?

The fast battle beyond the limit left God Crack Fireweave with no time to use the familiar warlock, and could only keep increasing her speed, but even so, she still felt that the balance of victory was tilting in favor of Duke. To make matters worse, she had been on the verge of collapse with every muscle in her body wailing for so long that she had maintained the Divine Breaker.

Although the saints have a great prefix more than ordinary people, they are still human, they are just more powerful human beings, nothing more. The borrowed power is borrowed after all, and although the saints have some of the power of stigma, they cannot be classified as angels without transcending the boundaries of life.

There is not much time left for God Crack Fire Weaving......

Boom ————

With a lightning-like roar, the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords left an afterimage in place, and the sword light swept down like lightning. The blade of the blade, which seems to be able to tear through everything, rolls up a strong wind pressure, and strikes at an unparalleled speed.

Sensing the unprecedented knife, Duke switched to holding the knife with both hands, and stepped into the ground with both feet. His knees bent slightly, and the strength of his whole body gathered in his waist, and then poured into his arms, and the black knife in his hand was pushed up.

Rumble——————

The sparkling light tore through the air, and the surging waves created a vacuum, the force of the churn slashing everything in all directions. At the feet of the two of them, a large circular crater several meters deep was blown out.

The god cracked the fire and weaved a sweet throat, snorted, and took the opportunity to withdraw and retreat more than ten meters. This distance is equivalent to nothing for the two with transcendent speed, but it is enough for her to charge up and unleash her final move. She flashed back continuously, picked up the scabbard that had been thrown on the ground, and put the long knife into the sheath under her abdomen, assuming a decisive posture of drawing the knife.

Duke looked at each other with a strange face, he was no stranger to the action of the god cracking fire weaving, and the strongest meaning of the Flying Sword Stream, Tianxiang Dragon Flash, was a top-level sword drawing technique. Although the Divine Cracked Fire Weave is tall and has a pair of long legs, it is not one meter eight by eye, and the length of the Seven Days Seven Swords has reached two meters......

How do you pull out the knife in this case?

"In terms of pure swordsmanship alone, I'm convinced!" The god cracked the fire weaving and held down the handle of the knife, and the qi condensed and climbed to the peak: "But this trip to the school city,I also have a reason not to give up." So, here I must not fail. The next sword would use magic, which might insult a duel between swordsmen, but I had no choice. ”

Duke didn't speak, the wind swept behind him, the awe-inspiring aura locked onto the Divine Cracked Fire Weaving, and the phantom of a colorful tiger could be faintly seen behind him.

"Listen! The voice of the kamikaze ————"

Duke stroked the blade of the knife and tucked the long knife under his abdomen, his eyes slightly closed. Elevate the basic movements of kendo to the extreme, and then combine the three into one, so that your heart is as dark as nothing, your moves are as clear as light, and your body is as compatible with nature as a shadow.

The wind echoes in my ears! Duke opened his eyes suddenly, sword intent soaring into the sky......

"Ignorant Divine Merry White Tiger!"

"Flash————

(End of chapter)