When he took that step, his slightly childish face suddenly matured a little, as if in this step, he had grown a year older.

With this subtle change, the pressure he brought to Laxia also rose in a straight line, and her right fist was already clenched tightly in front of the young man. A thin thin cyan thread loomed from her wrist, but she didn't notice it.

A hint of disdain flashed in the bright red eyes of the "Dragon ......" young man, and then he swung his sword.

The cold sword light came with a thousand murderous aura, the fear of all the lives he had killed since he picked up the sword, the cry from hell. The sword entwined by such a thing corroded his heart and gave him terrifying power.

"Drink!" Rasha didn't have a suitable weapon in her hand, but she couldn't back now, and behind her was someone she desperately wanted to protect. Therefore, she will not take a step back.

The same step forward, the same shaking of the earth, the young man who used the murderous sword erupted with an icy murderous aura, while Raxia erupted with an awe-inspiring righteousness.

The iron will to be upright, not to retreat, and to the end, will carry out all this will into the fist, and blast out a wholehearted blow. This is the strongest melee attack stunt among the combat skills that Raxia has mastered so far, and the Fist of the Rising Dragon, which once defeated An with a single blow.

The right fist that appeared with cyan brilliance slammed into the strange long sword from the side, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar.

If it was an ordinary magic weapon, Rasha's punch was enough to resist this sword. In terms of the level of combat skills, Laxia is even stronger than the other party, and the strength of ** is not at the same level at all. A punch that gathered the strength of Rasha's entire body to hit the side of this long sword should be enough to send it flying.

However, the horror of the first sword of the legend among the ten swords lies not in the user, but in the sword itself.

The moment Laxia's fist slammed into the Ghost Sword, an extremely terrifying "qi" erupted from the sword. In an instant, it penetrated Rasha's hand, shattering the flesh and bones inside.

If it weren't for the thin cyan thread on Laxia's wrist that stopped the erosion of this qi in time, I'm afraid it would be more than Laxia's hand that would have been abolished.

And after discarding Lasha's hand, the ghost sword, which was only slightly off, immediately turned sideways and slashed towards Lasha, without the slightest stagnation.

"Danger!" At the most critical moment, a riding spear that emitted a strong aura of fire and a great sword that shone like platinum arrived at the same time, and together they blocked the blow that almost sliced Rashya's body apart.

However, at the moment when the weapons were staggered, Princess Ann and Princess, who saved Raxia in time, also felt the horror of that power.

It was just a simple stagger, and it was a two-on-one favorable situation, but they were actually the one who was bounced away, and they only had time to barely protect Laxia from being cut.

From that strange long sword, there was a huge and terrifying corrosive force. When the weapon struck the sword, the "force" that was almost condensed into substance exploded in an instant. I'm afraid that a slightly worse weapon will be directly eroded by that force and destroyed into pieces.

Fear, resentment, longing, that is the power that has gathered too many desperate feelings after being cursed, has condensed into the magic that is physically wrapped around that sword.

"Burn, flame!" Ann immediately burst out of the flames in her body, expelling the uncomfortable feeling with all her might. The feeling of being in the middle of countless ghost cries is terrifying.

"Platinum, shine!" the princess's sword cut off the breath, but she also hated the smell, the smell that she could not rest in peace.

"Or ...... Not enough ......" Seeing that his sword had not been killed, the young man who had already fallen into the way of killing was very dissatisfied, and his bright red eyes of killing intent burned with more murderous aura.

The cold feeling that swirled around him became deeper and more terrifying than just now.

"You will see deeper hell and listen to the sound of the sword, which beckons you. ”

As if a prophetic death had been made, the self-proclaimed "Hades" boy once again raised the long sword in his hand, and the cold feeling of his whole body spread like a lingering darkness.

It was the voice of countless souls crying in mourning, no matter what they were in life, now bound in the sword, becoming the nourishment of the sword, the ornament of the ghosts and gods.

"Oops, Ulysses, I can't stop it. "This is the first time that Raxia has encountered such a strange opponent, and it is clear that the aura he feels from the opponent is not strong enough to be invincible, but the existence of that strange sword has subverted all this.

It was a sword with an ominous aura, and it seemed that as the battle progressed, the ominous aura emanating from that sword continued unabated, as if a door had opened from there, attracting all the unknown things.

Ulysses saw more extraordinary things than Raxia. Around that long sword, there were many, many twisted things, a little like the ones he had seen around the village of Mira, but it gave him a completely different feeling.

Most of the "those" you see around the village of Mira are gentle-breathed and kind-hearted, and they will stay with certain people (especially children) for a long time to protect them.

When ignorant children fall or get lost, they will exude a warm smell that makes Ulysses feel warm, as if to comfort those who have not yet grown up. Some of the children who are still very young can even faintly feel their presence and smile at them.

When they grow up, they won't have that sharp feeling anymore. "Those" saw that the children grew up and slowly disappeared into this world, and it seemed that there was nothing to worry about.

But although the existence of that sword and the young man was similar in nature, there was no sense of gentleness. It was something twisted, hateful, fearful, desperate, and from time to time it entered the boy's body and returned to the sword.

With each such reincarnation, the smell they emit is even more terrifying. In this constant cycle of reincarnation, their power also becomes more powerful.

Then, when the sword and his master gave the command, the distorted thing actually morphed into the shape of a blade, densely distributed around the boy.

When the sword was swung, things that ordinary people couldn't see or feel the shape of the sword attacked together.

It was the blade of death, the power of the magic sword of despair.

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