"So, are you ready to die once?" Wang Qiyao pushed the gold-rimmed glasses and calmly pulled out a long knife with a cold light from behind his back. It doesn't look much different from the knives made by Nanmei Jianhua, but there is indeed a shocking gap between the two.

A violent turbulence rose from the ground, directly blowing Nanmei Jianhua away. This was a violent wind composed entirely of blades, and Nanmei Jianhua's clothes were instantly twisted into tatters.

Nanmei Jianhua reacted in an instant, and grabbed the long knife next to him. Only then did he block the fatal blow, and at the cost of the long knife he had held in his hand being completely shredded. Nanmei Jianhua, who bore the brunt of the attack, herself was cut with countless scars all over her body. Even if he blocked the fatal knife, he was injured a lot,

This is just a casual swing of the other party's knife, if it is used with all its might, the consequences are unimaginable.

It all happened so fast. By the time Jasmine came to her senses, Nanmei Jianhua had already smashed the wall of her blacksmith shop. Jasmine's eyes instantly filled with tears, and she stumbled towards Nanmei Jianhua.

Wang Qiyao looked very calm from beginning to end, and walked unhurriedly towards Nanmei Jianhua, who fell to the ground. The speed is incredibly fast, obviously behind Jasmine, but before Jasmine Nanmei Jianhua.

Jasmine swung the long knife again under Jasmine's terrified gaze. And this time, Nanmei Jianhua didn't have a long knife by his side, and he himself couldn't even stand up.

The wind whipped up and looked cruel in the morning light.

"Ah!!h

A deep blue glow shrouded the hammer. Jasmine frantically threw the small hammer at the gold-rimmed glasses that looked like the demon king at this time. But

"It's a very high-level Horcrux, and it can really defeat me under normal circumstances. The hammer that turned into a dark blue streamer quickly approached Wang Qiyao's meticulous face, but he still looked very calm.

"But you've been willing to hide this excellent Horcrux in a cloud of rust. This Horcrux has long since lost its powers. With that, Wang Qiyao calmly stretched out the long knife, and the tip of it touched the hammer that emitted a dark blue light.

The hammer face and the tip of the sword are not a head-to-head contest. Wang Qiyao's Horcrux is one notch lower than the dark blue hammer. Even if the attack power is completely lacking because of Jasmine herself, it is not that this not very high-level Horcrux can be hard-connected.

Wang Qiyao just let the tip of the sword touch the hammer surface, causing the sword to slide past like flowing water.

The sword body and blade in the back are touched away, and the power of the small hammer is picked up. A large amount of the power contained in the small hammer itself was consumed, and then the sword blade was biased, and the small hammer flew out from the side of Wang Qiyao's face like a meteor.

Jasmine didn't look at Wang Qiyao again after throwing the hammer, and quickly ran in front of Nanmei Jianhua. found that Nanmei Jianhua was only seriously injured and not dead, so he was relieved a little.

Nanmei Jianhua was like a tattered doll at this time. Souls do not bleed, but wounds cut open by Horcruxes will quickly pass away and dissipate into the air.

Big tears ran through Jasmine's eyes. Even though she kept using her hands to block the soul power that was floating with a pale blue light, it had no effect at all. Of course, how could the soul be so easily blocked. The enemy behind her will not give her this chance.

"You can be proud of being able to block my sword, as a mortal who uses mortal weapons. This profound swordsmanship is truly remarkable. It's a pity that you don't have a Horcrux, and that's just the extent of it. Wang Qiyao is still so calm, calm as if he is not killing someone.

There is no ambiguity in the movements of the hands. With a mouth cannon on his mouth, he swung the mending knife neatly in his hand, not giving Nanmei Jianhua a breather. Even if she was a woman in front of Nanmei Jianhua at this time, she showed no mercy at all.

That woman was naturally Jasmine. Even if you can't defeat this powerful enemy in front of you, if you want my brother's life, you must at least step over my corpse!

The blue light flashed in his hand, and the dark blue hammer returned to his hand again.

Wang Qiyao's eyes finally had a trace of fluctuation. He clearly felt that the little hammer flew far just now, and it was impossible to come back so soon. But the dusty Horcrux was indeed in the hands of this woman. This is somewhat unscientific.

But it's just a fluctuation. Even with a very high-level Horcrux, the woman in front of him, who has no combat experience, is just giving experience.

The long knife in his hand was still swung calmly and firmly. Roll up a blast of wind and blades hidden in the wind. Jasmine struggled to release the hammer's blue light to the extreme, creating a pale blue light shield that kept all the wind out.

But just blocking the wind was already her limit, and she couldn't stop that cold knife light anyway. The long knife easily sliced through the crumbling blue light cover.

Wang Qiyao swung the knife again, and the dark blue hammer flew out of his hand.

Finally all the barriers are gone. For the first time in my life, I felt that death was so close to me. Jasmine closed her eyes quietly. She was not afraid of impending death.

She just had some regrets. Until the end, she still failed to realize her brother's desire to become stronger. Growing up with her brother, Jasmine knows exactly how much she longs for power. Even though she sometimes doesn't understand why her brother wants to become stronger. But if this is her brother's wish, then as her sister's self, she is willing to be her brother's powerful sword.

How nice would it be if it was my brother who inherited my grandmother's Youlan Divine Hammer......

Then the expected cold blade, the pain of death did not come as expected. Jasmine slowly opened her eyes. In front of him was a tattered figure.

It was a somewhat emaciated figure compared to the blacksmith. There are wounds all over the body. Pale blue souls dissipated in the sky. An inch of blade sliced diagonally through the shoulder into the chest of the tattered body.

The tears in his eyes blurred the smiling face that he had been looking at for seventeen years.

"Sister, cough, cough, how can you stand in front of your brother, my brother is my sister's shield?"

The voice that had been with him for seventeen years gradually became low, and the warm embrace gradually became cold.

Nanmei Jianhua's consciousness had already begun to fade. This last stab robbed him of his last life. Nanmei Jianhua slowly closed her eyes. The temperature of the body drops to its lowest point.

"Although I am very sleepy, as my sister's shield, how can I fall down at such a time!!" Suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes, Nanmei Jianhua gently wiped the tears from Jasmine's eyes with her hand.

His right hand thrust into the ground, and then grasped the sword.

It was a blood-red sword, forged from blood, and full of tyranny.

This sword once made him look forward to, happy, irritable, confused, desperate, and finally even made him lose his dignity as a human being, and even made him face the unparalleled danger at this moment.

For the sake of his dignity as a human being, he finally miraculously got rid of it, created a miracle, and then abandoned him. It's a pity that it's the last of the end

"Sure enough, I finally picked you up, Blood Sakura!"

Blood Sakura is naturally the demon knife that made Nanmei Jianhua suffer a lot. But even if it's a demon sword, even if you know what the price of holding this sword again is. Nanmei Jianhua still held it without hesitation. Because it has power. And in order to be able to be a shield to protect his sister forever - he needs strength!