Draw the knife......

Senju's movement of drawing the knife is not fast, it is not the posture of drawing the knife at all, but the whole process is so slow that the onlooker can see every detail.

Holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, he slowly drew the blade in a seemingly ordinary and ordinary movement!

However, this scene looked in the eyes of the praying mantis, but it seemed that as the blade was unsheathed, some kind of blood-red liquid was frantically gushing out of the scabbard.

That...... It seems to be very illusory, so illusory that the praying mantis blinks in the blink of an eye, as if what is in front of him is still the ordinary drawing of the knife......

It seems to be real, so real that the praying mantis can keenly smell a breath of despair between the big voids......

The mantis's eyes widened, and its four sharp forelimbs murmured faintly as if trembling. "What? This feeling of hopelessness?! ”

And the next moment, the mantis Daxu saw that the eyes of Qianju Cheng in front of him changed......

The eyes that seemed to be calm and playful completely turned into a dead silence, a dead silence like a sea of blood without the slightest wave!

……

At the same time, in the courtyard of the flowers of the fourth team of the Jingling Garden.

Mao Zhihualie sat in the living room, sitting in front of the "Sen and Pu Shu", his eyes drooped slightly, and he slowly pulled out his sword in his hand and wiped it carefully......

The gentle movement seemed to wipe the skin of his beloved, until the blade of the entire sword was not stained with a trace of dust, and the flower of the sword was returned to the sheath.

And Mao Zhihualie then raised his gaze to look at "Sen and Pu Shu", revealing a bit of sigh and reminiscence......

"Makoto, you guy always says that his kendo talent is average, and even the kendo taught by Mao Lingshu Academy is not as good as his peers, but your hidden instinct is terrifying......"

"In the fight after fight, although you have not fully mastered the skill of kendo, your most important instinct has completely learned how to fight perfectly with maximum efficiency!"

"Really, I didn't realize this at the beginning, and I thought you were a god of death who was purely fond of healing and healing, and it was clear that you were the most terrifying beast in the Silent Spirit Court, right......"

Speaking of this, U no Hua Lie stroked the movement of the slashing knife for a moment, and said with a little more expectation in his tone.

"When will you be able to fully show your instincts and fight mercilessly against your teacher? That would be unimaginably the highest pleasure, wouldn't it?! ”

"What have you been enduring all along? Unwilling to really hurt the teacher? But obviously your instinct has already inadvertently stabbed the teacher countless times......"

The corners of U Zhihualie's mouth curved slightly, and he inadvertently pressed his chest with one hand, and in his mind he recalled the bloody scenes, but they were also pleasant pictures.

For more than 50 years......

Perhaps, Mao no Hua Lie didn't have the idea of teaching Senju Cheng Kendo at the beginning, and in front of the most cherished person, Mao no Hua Lie gradually couldn't hold back some instinct.

However, as time goes by, Uno Hanari becomes obsessed with the constant fight with Senju Makoto.

While Senju Makoto is keeping his senses, Senju Cheng is undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage......

However, after the Thousand Hands Makoto fought to a certain extent and lost most of his rationality, the body manipulated by instinct was injured again and again.

The chest is pierced again and again, and the warm liquid squirts out, always coating the entire chest!

If it weren't for the fact that Senju Makoto in that state was in a state of irrational instinct, Uno Hanari couldn't help but wonder if Senju Makoto was deliberately aiming at the same position every time.

And as the number of fights continues to increase, Uno Hanari can feel more and more clearly that Senjutsu's instinct is becoming more and more terrifying, and finally it has almost reached the point where it is on par with the unwielding sword of Uno Hanari in the true sense.

Therefore, within the fourth team, not only is Senju Makoto on regular sick leave almost every month, but also the reason why he rarely pays attention to the team affairs of the fourth team, and it is also the reason why he bleeds almost half of the time every month.

"Counting it, now this time is almost the time for Makoto to fight every month."

"Makoto probably hasn't even realized it yet, has he? Your body may have become accustomed to this interval of releasing your instincts, and if you pull out the knife at this time......"

……

Dotted circles.

As Thousand Hands subconsciously chose to draw the knife under some impulse, the whole person seemed to have entered a state of excitement, bloodthirsty and unusually calm.

Why hold the knife?

What is the purpose of holding a knife?

Naturally, it's to kill what is in front of you and enjoy the fight to the fullest!

It's not that reason is completely lost, it's just that at the moment when Senju Makoto drew the sword, he inexplicably felt the need to think......

It's just an instinctive thing, so why bother thinking about it?

For example, no human being ever bothered to think about the necessity and rationality of the body's next breath!

And at this moment, the praying mantis Da Xu, who was standing in front of Senju Cheng, seemed to feel some kind of bloody despair, almost completely surrounding himself, and dragging himself to hell.

Finally, as if some invisible pressure had broken through the critical point of the mantis void's will, under the blood-red eyes, the mantis void did not turn around and flee, but roared hysterically and threw himself towards Qianju Cheng.

"What are you kidding?! Fighting in despair, this is the true meaning of battle! ”

The praying mantis was laughing in despair, and the spiritual pressure that had erupted faintly rose again, almost reaching the critical point of touching the higher-level Vastode-level Great Void.

The four sharp forelimbs burst out with some kind of brilliant light under the huge amount of spiritual pressure, and from different angles, they slashed towards Thousand Hands Cheng with a momentum that tore through everything.

"Whoosh~"

Under the darkness of the night, the four sickle-shaped giant sharp forelimbs were almost comparable to four streamers, and instantly engulfed Senju Cheng, and set off four terrifying waves of qi to vent in all directions......

"Boom !!"

At the same time, four giant gullies were split at the same time in four seas of sand in different directions behind Senju Makoto, and a huge amount of white sand rose into the sky like a waterfall against the current.

And in the countless sand that rushed to the sky, the movements between the praying mantis Daxu and the thousand hands of Makoto seemed to be completely frozen......

In the next moment, just as the huge amount of white sand rushing against the current reached its highest point and fell again like a torrential rain, the four sharp forelimbs of the mantis Daxu slowly slipped from the roots and fell to the desert.