Chapter 222: Wind and Sword

The pitch-black magical storm originating from the wind in front of the core, like a king squid wielding tentacles in the deep sea, instantly shredded the debris in the restaurant that had already been in the wrong place, it continued to devour the air existing in the space, and even caused an abnormal air flow poured into the restaurant from the outside street.

Before Mu Yuchen's surprise attack, he was forced into a corner by the wind in front of him, and at this moment, Shangjo Dangma, who was struggling to hold on, still had to do his best to comb his right arm, which could wipe out all supernatural abilities, like a shield, in front of him, blocking the chaotic black storm from rolling and flying tentacles, and the young man who was gradually becoming more and more difficult to breathe could not support it for long.

The torrent of long and short cold weapons embodied by Mu Yu Chenyuan finally collided with the black storm outside the wind in front of him. The pitch-black storm tornado was supposed to be just empty air, but in the contact between the two, it sounded clearly, similar to the friction of a sharp blade cutting through a dense object.

"A lot of air that will be devoured! Using a technique similar to the previous blunt instrument of the wind, it is compressed into the physical form of matter! It is worthy of the right seat of the gods, and the wind in front of it with the power of the wind! How can it be done to such a short time! Even if you have the Stigmata of the Wind in the promotion mission, you are a little bit aware of this! It's a pity! ”

With the connection between the telekinesis perception and the source thought of the manifestation weapon, there is no connection between the natural formation of any membrane, Mu Yuchen clearly captured the most subtle changes in the front line of the battle, between the source of the manifestation of the blade and the dark magic storm, even the slightest bit of change when they come into contact with each other, and he silently sighed for the wind ahead in his heart.

The pitch-black storm and the wall of compressed air blocked it, like an angry dragon breaking through the wind like a torrent of silver blades, the high-frequency vibrating blades tore through the peripheral storm, but they lost speed under the obstruction of the air wall, and then they were swept away by the constantly rotating black storm, and the torrent of Yuan Nian blades continued to impact forward, and more and more silver-gray metallics were swept into the storm.

The sound of metal blades colliding with the sound of gold chirping was very complete at first, but the time was only a few seconds, and the crisp golden sound broke out like the chirping of thousands of birds in the seemingly endless continuity, and the sound of the dripping rain outside the restaurant window had long disappeared, and the high-pitched golden song was like the wind and thunder.

The sound in his ears made the wind in front of him feel a heavy pressure, and every collision of telekinetic blades in the dark storm would have a slight impact on the rotation of the storm itself, and at first this effect was like a mole ant's regret, but when this slight amount accumulates in an infinite amount, it is already a matter of course to go from quantitative change to qualitative change.

The corner of the family restaurant has long been completely reduced to the top of the crowd, and as the burden of the wind in front of us has finally increased, it has finally gained a precious opportunity to breathe for the nose and lungs. The tornado of silver gray and pitch black intertwined in front of the young man's eyes, like glue like glue, Shangjo when Ma turned his face sideways to look out of the shop window, and the dark red figure of the source of the silver torrent immediately came into his eyes.

"Senior Xu!?" Although Mu Yuchen's face was completely hidden under the wide brim of the dark red cloak, Uejo Dangma, who had witnessed his ability in Misawa Juku, was still touched by such a similar scene in front of him, which once made this idealist inexplicably hurt, and inadvertently the young form that was originally hanging by a thread became entangled. "What am I going to do?"

Shangjo Dangma may still have time to desert, but Mu Yuchen and the wind in front of him will not, doing such a thing that may cost his life. The increasing weight of the Yuan Nian blade is pressing, and the wind in front of it is constantly tightening the range of the pitch-black storm, but this kind of concession is not a long-term concession after all, and the girl knows very well that if she continues like this, she will be directly crushed to death sooner or later. …,

"Something has to be done! The end of my road is not like this, I can't even reach the stage! "The wind in front of you, surrounded by a dark storm and an air barrier, roared unwillingly in the background full of golden sound." Something that doesn't belong to me! Get out of here! ”

With the roar of the wind in front of him, the jet-black magic whirlwind that was slowly slowing down suddenly directly increased its speed to at least fifty percent. The movement inside the black whirlwind changed slightly, and suddenly the Yuan Nian Blade, which was originally bound by the airflow, was violently expelled from within it by the changes caused by the subtle changes in the airflow.

The sound of the clashing blades was diminished, replaced by another roar of blades breaking through the air, and a variety of weapons with long and short handles, cutting and grinding through the concrete structure of the walls and columns of the restaurant.

The changes in the restaurant space are just a little slight adjustment between the offensive and defensive forms for Mu Yuchen and the wind ahead, but for the soy sauce in the corner, the dense metal rain curtain that suddenly erupted from the black storm and almost covered the restaurant space also contained sharp and cold silver gray tips, but it almost made the young man's soul fly away!

With a beastly instinct like foreknowledge, Kamijo struggled to dodge the cold metal that the black storm sprayed at him. Uejo Dangma's right-hand ability is indeed very foul, but his physical ability as a gangster at most seriously limits the play of the fantasy killer, and the situation in front of him surpasses the ability of the teenager in the blink of an eye.

"Ugh! Damn it! I almost forgot about this oil bottle! "The wind in front may not care about the life and death of the last one, when Mu Yuchen, who accepted the task to ensure his survival, had to spare some energy to take care of his small life, and was extremely helpless against the young man's weakness in his heart, Mu Yuchen postponed the offensive and divided his energy to reconnect with those Yuan Nian weapons that were scattered by the dark storm.

Staring at a snow-bright one-handed sword, Shangjo roaring towards his fragile neck, struggling with the danger of a millimeter, seemingly lucky flashed the almost fatal blade, the young man who was already soaked was as cold as falling into an ice cellar at the moment, and the shadow of death that passed by lingered, lingering on Shangjo's physical and mental consciousness.

"Uejo! Stand still and don't move! Especially your right hand! Mu Yuchen's voice suddenly appeared next to Shangtiao Dangma's ears under the transmission of Yuan Nian.

The wide-eyed Shang Tiao Dangma saw a piece of hexagonal nail pieces that were even finer than the nail of his little thumb, and these nail pieces were instantly spliced together in overlapping each other, and a thin hemispherical transparent shield covered the front of the young man, and in the process, it shot at the weapons on the side of Lu Shang Tiao Dangma, all of which were manipulated and deflected away by the distracted Mu Yuchen.

In the gap created by Mu Yuchen's distraction, the wind in front of her exploded with its own magic power, expelling fifty percent of the telekinetic weapons in the pitch-black storm by projectile out of the storm, and then the magic storm outside her body also stabilized. At the same time, Mu Yuchen, who had done the safety of the previous one, sighed slightly, helplessly letting all the previous advantages pass.

"There's no point in continuing to fuel today! But that's fine! The good situation in front of him was instantly in vain, Mu Yuchen's eyes shone unnaturally, a touch of ice blue full of unnatural indifference, and after instantly suppressing the negative emotions in his heart, he said to himself in his heart.

In the space behind Mu Yuchen that was distorted by the source thoughts, the seemingly endless supply of blades, and then his thoughts instantly turned into nothingness. Mu Yuchen, who had been standing still in the middle of the dark street, walked towards the direction of the family dining room with his feet, and at the same moment, the wind in front of him, who was all hidden in the magic storm, spoke. …,

"I've been wondering since I was just starting out! That guy called the Fantasy Killer is immune to my 'nirvana', so forget it! Why is there still a person like you in the school city! There was not the slightest hint of the wind in front of her, the incomprehensible madness that had always been shown, and her quiet and euphemistic voice swayed with the wind.

"Senior Uejo's fantasy killer can be restrained, and all the abnormal forces that surpass the definition of nature are powerful, and the ability is good! Neither magic can work on him! From this, I can deduce that your so-called nirvana should also be the power of a supernatural system! Mu Yuchen stepped across the dark street and walked to the window of the family restaurant, answering in a deep voice along the way.

"I once observed your contact with the Guard! Witnessed the sudden coma of those teachers! Since then, I've been wondering what kind of magic you're using that goes beyond scientific comprehension, and what kind of targets are chosen to attack! Mu Yuchen's feet stepped over the floor-to-ceiling window and stepped on the brittle glass slag on the ground. Everything has a cause and effect! Magic too! ”

Mu Yuchen's dark red robe, which had touched the ground, was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original loose structure of the robe was obviously closer to the body in the reduction. Clear silhouettes gradually floated from under the dark red fabric, and the angular arc of the armor supported it, turning into a dark red robe of a tight trench coat.

"Initially, I was always watching your movements! Your every move, your gestures, and the kind of exaggerated expression that you deliberately maintain, almost deliberately provoke onlookers! But such observations do not get to the heart of the matter! So I loved the object of observation and shifted to the common ground of the unconscious guards, customers, waiters, etc. ”

"Those people didn't seem to have any signs of coma, but in fact it wasn't really like nothing had changed! The guards received a wanted order for you.,The customers or waiters in the restaurant learned from the news,The news of your invasion of the school city.,So they all have the same emotion! This is the omen and common denominator of all coma! ”

"So! You can keep that shitty look! The role played is also clear! That is to deliberately provoke other people's hostility or malice towards you! The hood of the dark red robe was replaced by a dark gold helmet, and Mu Yuchen's eyes flickered clearly in the darkness, but his tone was still plain and unwavering.

"Wonderful! I didn't expect that in the school city,There will be people like you! The words that came out with the wind were full of appreciation, and the wind ahead seemed to be full of strange emotion, but he continued to ask curiously: "But this is still unexplainable!" Why are you immune to my 'Heavenly Punishment' technique! ”

"Heavenly punishment! What a good name! Punishment on behalf of heaven! It seems that you have placed yourself on a level beyond the realm of humanity! Is there really nothing wrong with such arrogance? Mu Yuchen didn't answer the question of the wind ahead, but said with more interest.

"I am the wind in front of the right seat of the Roman Orthodox God, and the authority bestowed by the gods gives me this qualification!" The wind ahead's answer is calm and full of cultist fanaticism, such a person is often more threatening than a madman, because she has reason but no so-called bottom line, and will do whatever she thinks is right.

"Religious people? There is a great difference between you and the people in my image! Mu Yuchen suddenly sighed.

"Oh!? English Puritanism? Russian Christianity? "The religion in the mind of the wind ahead seems to be only the Crucifixion." Or maybe it's some other inferior paganism!? ”…,

"Chinese Taoism and Buddhism." Mu Yuchen said flatly.

The wind in front of her fell silent for a moment, as if it had suddenly lost the ability to speak, and the dark storm that surrounded her was fleeting and inaudible chaos for a moment, and then returned to its normal state again.

"Immunity to the magic of Heavenly Punishment! You got it from that continent! I see! The wind ahead was silent for at least a dozen seconds before speaking again.

"That's where you get it! But isn't it magic? You know the truth! I am the one who is capable! Inherently incompatible with magic and the like! Although Mu Yuchen's face was covered by a helmet, an inexplicable memory was revealed with his voice.

"That's just an ordinary way of thinking! In addition to the calming effect of the heart! It doesn't play any other role on the surface of the water! When I was a child, I was brought to this newly formed city, and all kinds of anxiety have always haunted me, and thanks to it, I have been able to grow up normally until now! Tai Chi Method! The last time I went to the mainland magic capital bookstore, I sold it! ”

"I know it! Tai chi! Kung fu! It's Huaxia's kung fu! Uejo Dangma, who had been forgotten in the corner, suddenly opened his mouth with excitement on his face and said.

"So! That's all the chat! The wind ahead! It's a bit rude to say that though! But! Please leave your life in this land where many innocent people have been harmed by you! Mu Yuchen's hands naturally opened as he spoke, and then the two long swords inserted into the ground fell into his palms.

The two long swords that fell into Mu Yuchen's hands were simple in style, the heavy sword body was an eight-sided shape in the style of the Qin and Han dynasties, the hard bodies of the two long swords continued to tremble, and the melodious sound of the lonely high sword roar was as beautiful as a pine, at first the trembling rhythm of the sword body was extremely fast and extremely high, but as the sound of the sword roar gradually fell into a silent realm, on the surface, the two long swords had regained their calm.

Through the subtle sensing of the magic power to the airflow in the family restaurant, she could clearly feel the surging and incomparable airflow ripples next to the seemingly calm twin swords in Mu Yuchen's hands, which were caused by the continuous high-frequency vibration of the blades of the two long swords.

"If you want my life! You are welcome to take it with the sword in your hand! But I also have things that I have to do! The tone of the wind ahead was still peaceful at first, but years of deliberate disguise had already made the contradictory character of falsehood and truth intertwined with each other over time, and she exclaimed in a high-pitched snarky voice: "So the one who died here in the end! It will definitely be you! ”

Countless pitch-black fantasies as thick as hundred-year-old tree vines, and the sound of whistling long whips in the rolling and waving sealed all of Mu Yuchen's dodge space from all directions. The blow of the wind in front of him was like wind and thunder, and the first roar wanted to wash away the decline and take revenge on the arrow that had just been completely suppressed by Mu Yuchen.

Mu Yuchen coldly faced the storm whips that were almost crowded, and the space in front of him saw that his hands were intertwined horizontally and vertically, and the heavy sword shadows unfolded in front of him, combining into a wall of fierce sword light combinations, and met the storm whips coming from all sides from the front.

Condensing Mu Yuchen's knowledge of matter after countless comparisons, the final physical material level formed was like a fantasy, and the sword blade in the state of ultra-high frequency vibration, combined with the pervasive subtle exploration of telekinesis perception, cut into the connection point of the result of the magic power of the storm whip in the blink of an eye, and completely disintegrated it under a single sword.

The same scene was almost completely replicated, in the storm that was woven into each other like a net of heaven and earth, the pervasive sword shadow in Mu Yuchen's hand swept across, and the pitch-black storm whip that touched it instantly disintegrated. Mu Yuchen, who opened the way with a long sword, stepped forward, and tore a path with his two hands and swords through thorns and thorns.

Mu Yuchen's figure was like a nightmare in the pitch-black storm, constantly moving and moving inexplicably, the wind in front of him constantly urged the black storm around him, and waved a dense storm whip to try to stop him, but he could only watch Mu Yuchen move forward, step by step towards his position.

"Can I stop him?" The wind that wavered ahead was not alarmed, and asked himself in his heart.

However, before the wind ahead could give itself an answer, the red and black figure looming in the misty sword shadow had already approached the periphery of her protective storm. The twin swords in Mu Yuchen's hands, a long black whip that tore through the swarming, and a sword that stabbed into the pitch-black storm like a streamer.

The tornado and wall of air that had once blocked the devouring source thought weapon were gathered, but in the end, it was the sword that could shake Mu Yuchen's hand in the same way. The sword vibrated like lightning in an instant, shattering the surging black wind, babbling into the invisible wall of wind, and the distance between the wind and the sword in front of it was only a few inches away