"Space connection, space warp, weather control, move reproduction... You've used four abilities..."

Yamozhuo looked at Xingle, analyzing everything that had just happened, and Yamozhuo found that Xingle actually used... Wrong!

At the beginning... Xingle's flash slash has no process time, and the appearance of the lightsaber is not that there is almost no time interval, but that there is really no time to appear, that is...

"You can stop time... The fifth ability. ”

"That's a lot, I did use these five abilities, but... What if you knew? ”

Xingle didn't deny it, because there was no need, even if it was really copied by Yamozhuo's ability of his omnipotent sword, so what? The power of 'omnipotence' is not something you can use if you say you can use it.

“... You have more abilities that you haven't used... Then I'll copy all your abilities! ”

With a raised hand, Amozhuo constructed the resurgence of Silver Ash, aimed the muzzle of the cannon at Xingle, and pulled the trigger.

————！！！ The group of silver light shells hit Xingle, trying to destroy Xingle in one fell swoop, but Xingle raised his hand, and all the energy of the silver light energy bombs for unknown reasons was dissipated.

"The interference and manipulation of energy... I copied...!! ”

After Yamozhuo finished speaking, he immediately spat out a frozen breath from his mouth, wanting to...

"You save it." After Xingle said a word, he plunged the holy sword in his hand into the ground, and an extraordinary heat extended into the sand.

——————！！！ In the wet sand, which was originally still a little wet, more than a dozen surging pillars of flame suddenly appeared, scorching the air, including the frozen breath, directly heating up the frozen breath.

"Flame Operation... I copied it..."

Another copy of the ability of the Amozhuo raised his hands, and two streams of light energy began to condense in the palms of both hands, just like this, he should want to use that move.

"Damn, this trick should be patented."

How could Xingle not recognize this classic move that he was about to spit out, that is, seeing that Yamozhuo wanted to copy, Xingle was very unhappy, and promised to make this guy the saddest robot in the world later.

And the best way to deal with this trick is to use that.

Amandro erected a cross in front of him, sending out a white spark of light, the Spellium of the Ultra clan.

"Bemenstein Shield!" Xingle instead raised his sword and pointed at it, and a pentagonal chrysanthemum-like shape opened a wriggling mouth, absorbing the light of Spice Xium from this cottage.

"Energy absorption... I copied it..."

Again, Yamozhuo then used a new ability, wanting to force Xingle to use more abilities, but...

"Wow, there's a meteorite falling from your head."

I saw Xingle looking at the top of Yamozhuo, as if there was really a big rock that would fall, but... This kind of thing that didn't work in the last century, you think you might be able to cheat...

——————！！！ ... A meteorite, really, somehow, fell from above, and pressed against Amoro's body, and the whole figure was crushed into the sand.

“... Surely not dead, right? After removing the shield that blocked the sand, Xingle looked at the big stone that fell into the sand, and was somewhat speechless.

————！ Soon the stone began to shake, and then the guy below, Yamozhuo, held the stone that had just smashed his head with one hand, and threw it aside, looking at Xingle, the nanomachinery on his face was repairing the wound on his face, and the green light of his eyes shone dangerously.

Just now, Han Xingle used a large number of superpowers that exceed those possessed by the vast majority of superheroes, and the system of each ability is different, even different systems, is this a superpower person can do it?!

And Xingle, looking at Yamo Zhuoning's unyielding appearance, couldn't help but sigh, especially this tenacious survivability, how can it be so familiar?

Is... Should I get rid of him in one go? Forget it, don't play.

After Xingle made up his mind, he threw away the holy sword in his hand and summoned another weapon instead.

【gashakon-striker！ 】

————！ The crystal saber appeared in Xingle's hand, and Xingle waved it weakly, and he heard some kind of sound of space being overwhelmed, as if this knife could hurt the space just by moving it.

"Your weapon, I copied."

After saying that, Yamozhuo's hand was the embodiment of nanomachinery again, and a saber with the same structure as the Gashakon Raider appeared in his hand, and he put himself in a posture, and even a variety of embodied thermal weapons appeared around him at the same time, ready to shoot in the direction of Xingle at any time.

However, looking at this situation, Xingle didn't frown, he just put away his knife and started to draw his sword, and Yamozhuo couldn't feel it, an inexplicable and wonderful aura almost enveloped the realm where the two of them were, just shrouded, and there was an overwhelming sound in the space, like glass that would shatter at any time.

And Yamozhuo, who didn't notice this, locked on Xingle's body, ready to shoot out all the hot weapons, and was ready to follow and fight Xingle, but...

“！！！”

——————！！！！！！！ The slashing sword light that exceeded dozens of times suddenly appeared around the bodies of Yamozhuo and those hot weapons, and then the moment it appeared, it froze and solidified in space, forming an amazing scene.

The blue sword light was horizontally and vertically placed on the space, there was no thought of wanting to touch it, no idea of wanting to cross him, and no idea of getting out of the realm surrounded by sword light.

The realm that has been cut by the knife light and solidified in the space is yearning for it, and even amazing, and this amazing scene is a knife swung by Xingle, and a cold knife slash has turned this space into a space that is extremely shocking to the body and mind.

Xingle kept his movements after swinging the knife, and looked coldly at Yamozhuo in front of him, as if he was looking at an unaware caged bird.

And in the next scene, something strange happens.

————！ The sound of glass shattering appeared in the field of sword light, and a fragment, as if floating in gravityless space, floated in front of Yamozhuo, and that fragment seemed to be an image, a lifelike image, a silver light and thermal weapon that manifested itself.

And such a fragment, as if it lacked a continuous supply of energy, the embodiment of silver light, itself began to lose energy little by little, turned into particles of light, and disappeared completely.

And when Amozhuo turned his head to look at the location of the thermal weapon, he saw a gap, a real spatial gap, a gap cut by the staggered sword light, perfectly corresponding to the fragment that floated in front of him.

Space, cut open, no, it's dimensional... It was cut apart.

————！ New shattering sounds began to sound one after another, and then, under the gaze of Yamozhuo, he saw, saw that in those fields that had been swept by the sword light, countless fragments began to float out, and countless spatial gaps appeared.

Including myself, the space where I was located was divided into more than a dozen pieces by Xingle with a wave of dozens of knives, and in this disturbing situation, there was a lack of sound, radio waves, and light, as if I had lost everything, and I couldn't see those anymore, and I couldn't see the medium that allowed me to see things, so I was lost in the space that was stripped away.

But before it was Yamozhuo's turn to make a move, the space that was cut off began to be repaired and reset by himself, and all the feeling of peeling off disappeared.

But... The feeling of chaos in the system, as if all the connections, all the power, all the being stripped away, the feeling of being forcibly torn apart, the record, had been recorded in the system of the Amojo, causing endless errors.

"......" Yamozhuo didn't dare to say anything, or rather, he didn't know what to say, his own system was no longer dragged down by errors and bugs, but directly chaotic, chaotic to the extreme, even... In my lifetime, I finally realized something that a computer cannot comprehend - emotion.

It's just this emotion, it's something called 'fear', chaos, chaos, inability to control oneself, inability to be calm, this is the power of fear, the emotion of fear, the expression of fear.

He could feel that all connections had been cut off, all spaces had been torn apart, and all dimensions had been cut off.

The Knife of Total Slashing - a terrifying magic knife newly condensed from the Demon Knife, a terrifying thing that angels and archangels will die because of this, at this moment, has become a new weapon of Xingle, and has become a terrifying weapon of Xingle's indestructible slashing.

The terrifying magic knife, which can cut through all dimensions, even space and time, and truly cut within the rules of the world, including the world itself, has now been completely stimulated by Xingle.

If the sword of King Gashakon is the all-powerful sword that brings together all phenomena, all possibilities, and all miracles to change reality, it is comparable to the power of God.

Then, the Gashakon Raider is the one who cuts all these things, the origin of all these supports, so that you can't see, hear, or even breathe, and cut everything off.

Only such a knife can allow Xingle to deprive others of their power and achieve a terrifying magic knife that cuts everything.

Xingle has achieved the two most trusted weapons in his life and accompanied him in countless battles.

The all-powerful sword, the all-slashing sword, this is the power that Xingle has.

How could Yamozhuo be able to understand? How is it possible to reproduce it? Even if it was copied, what could he do?

And Xingle, who had this power, looked at Yamozhuo again, and his eyes were full of some kind of killing intent......