Chapter 83: Sword Trial
In the blood-colored lake, the bubbles of dreams burst one by one, losing the support of Fengjin's divine power, and these fragile dreams left only one or half a hazy whisper, mourning the final death of the gods.
Then, there are curses and monsters that have not been absorbed by Daze, and these filths that parasitize the Pure Domain also follow and die.
- The entire Pure Domain began to collapse irreversibly.
Above the distant sky, there was a mournful groan like a whale falling, and a bronze bell broke and fell, and with a "dang long" sound, it fell to the ground and shattered.
This magic weapon, which had followed the god Fengjin for a long time, lost all its spiritual charm.
In the past, Fengjin personally knocked on its grand scene, and after all, it never reappeared.
"The gods of the past, even after death, are so grand and magnificent."
Yamamori Masasho sighed sincerely: "This resentment forged by faith and gifts has come to an end, Qinggui, have you heard it, this mountain is finally no longer mourning." β
His gaze fell on Aokeisuke's neck again, and the seemingly innocent killing intent had enveloped Aoisuke.
Keisuke Aoi himself gave up that huge power - was it to help him, or was he luring him to make a move?
Seikeisuke's method of space jumping was also beyond his expectations, and among the secret techniques he knew, there was no such thing as a space-related spell that wanted to be cast without chanting.
Therefore, the mountain boy is more vigilant.
And he can easily use the resonance of the spirit to destroy the foundation of the false god, and finally instruct the stars to bury the gods, which means that Keisuke Aoi has an unknown and deadly secret art.
"Where the hell are you from?" He couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Tokyo."
Aoi Keisuke lowered his head, his eyes glowing with the coldness of the stars, which made his tone as cold as iron.
"Kukai Private High School, second-year student."
Yamamori Masaaki couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he heard this, and then laughed out loud.
"It's not exactly a kid!"
"Really?"
Keisuke Aoi absorbed all the blood and remnants of Osawa's spirit, and carefully forged a crimson broadsword based on Mizusawa, with blades on both sides, growing hideous fangs.
- The stone sword that was easily held in his hands was obviously no longer able to support this level of combat.
Aokeisuke looked down for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction, although the forging material has lost its divinity, it is enough to be used as a temporary consumable.
He raised the blade of his sword and extended an invitation to the Juggernaut.
"Now it's your turn, old thing."
The fangs on the sword seemed to have inherited the madness of the curse of Dazeshan, greedily thirsting for flesh and blood.
"Oh?"
Yamamori's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately felt the aura of each other's kind.
It is not a secular status, nor is it a title of honor, but a pure actββγ
The sword let out a hearty groan, and I can't wait to take out the sword and compete with the enemy!
"It's funny, such a sword...... And what is it? β
Yamamori Masaaki couldn't understand Keisuke Ao's sword at all, it wasn't any sword that comprehended nature, borrowed the power of the mind, and the world, but that violent and ferocious aura was already overflowing.
"Is it just interesting?"
Keisuke Aoi chuckled as he gently flicked his broadsword, then erected it with the tip pointing to the sky, then gently grasped the back half of the hilt with his left hand.
At this moment, the blood-colored broadsword seemed to lose its form in an instant, and it seemed to suddenly explode into countless particles that could not be seen by the naked eye, spreading to every corner of the space.
Then, Keisuke exhaled the breath in his chest heavily, greedily and uncontrollably absorbing Hanako One's spirituality, so much so that his whole body climbed up with a black sharp incantation.
The vast white light shines, and the brilliant sword power descends here!
Countless particles gathered in his hands again, turning into an even more hideous appearance.
"Slash!"
The blood-colored broadsword slashed down suddenly, as if a tall blood-colored god followed Aokeisuke's movements and raised his knees and stomped down heavily.
Masaki Yamamori felt a creepy will, running over every inch of space, and before the sword light fell, it had already overwhelmed all his momentum.
He did not hesitate to parry with his sword, and the sword momentum as heavy as a mountain was natural, and even Daze Mountain was unconsciously controlled by him.
In the next moment, the broadsword fell.
With a loud "boom", the ground under the feet of Yamamori Masaki shattered one by one, and then revealed the traces of power that flowed through after the collision between the two, flying like sand and dust.
The sword qi shattered, and the shining shattered light disintegrated again in the air, and finally disappeared.
Yamamori Masaki gritted his teeth, his expression became extremely vicious, and all the muscles and spirits in his body were mobilized, as if he could barely block Aokeisuke's sword.
He saw that Keisuke Aoi was looking down at him, and that look was far more arrogant than his inner self as a sword saint!
The sword born from this is so powerful!
Before Masaki Yamamori studied the fast sword, he was known as the best defensive sword master, but his parry that he had been tempered for thousands of years was almost broken by such a young man?!
The famous sword trembled slightly, conveying the surprise and excitement of the owner at this time.
"Since the Sword Master divides the autonomy of the territory, this kind of opponent ...... It's been a long time! β
Obviously he is already a dying old man, but the vitality in his body is as strong as a furnace, even if he bears a sword from Sei Keisuke head-on, it is only shock, more ...... On the contrary, it is a long-lost excitement!
With just one sword, he comprehended the power that Keisuke Aoi possessed.
"It's a real mountain stream, and the mountain forest is right! Participate! β
The edge of the Sword Master suddenly appeared at this moment, and a large amount of spirituality gathered on it, and he and Sei Keisuke's sword were separated by a millimeter, and then collided violently together.
"This is, Tyrant Sword."
"Tyrant?"
The two exchanged dozens of blows in an instant, the sleeves of their arms were shattered at the same time, and the broken fangs on the blood-colored broadsword pierced into the earth, turning into the "wedge" secretly set by Keisuke Ao, just waiting for the opportunity may be the key to victory.
"What a fitting name!"
Yamamori laughed, finally comprehending the power of Aokeisuke's swordβthe will to rule over all and defy all swordsmanship!
Arrogance and rebellion to the extreme!
What qualifications does his own disciple have to let such a genius test the sword?
In a trance, Yamamori Masahiro seemed to see the word whale in the past, and the regret of not being able to ask him for the truth at that time reappeared in his heart.
But unfortunately, he can only miss it again, because he has reached the peak of his skills, and it is also the last stage of his life.
ββ¦β¦β
He looked up at Aoi Keisuke, at this time, Aoi Keisuke had already absorbed too much of Hanako No. 1's spirituality, and his whole person had become like a ghost, his skin was pale and lifeless, like a noble son who had come out of the Yellow Spring.
Hearing Yamamori's praise, he just smiled silently, not touched by the change in the attitude of the Sword Master.
- The so-called tyrant is the eternal self!
He raised his broadsword, making the fangs on both sides more and more hideous, completely ignoring Hanako's spiritual damage to him, and invited the Juggernaut to continue the fight.
"Well, this is the last sword of the day."
Seeing this, Yamamori nodded solemnly, and immediately used the fastest sword that he had devoted himself to studying without hesitation.
"True Mountain Flow, Rain Falls on the Heart Pavilion!"
In an instant, he disappeared from Keisuke's field of vision.
Some people died, but not completely......