A man with a broadsword stood in a barren clearing, his presence like an irresistible wind of despair, sweeping everywhere it went, all desolate and desolate.

His body is large, as if carved from uncarved stones, and every muscle is like a work of art sculpted with strength and sweat. The broadsword in his hand shimmered with cold brilliance in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if he had drunk the blood of countless lives. His eyes were firm and cold, and there was not the slightest pity or sympathy in them, only endless destruction and killing.

A powerful aura emanated from him, a suffocating aura of destruction and slaughter, like an irresistible torrent that broke through all the sounds in the air, leaving only the cold silence. Even Mu Yu's Thunder Method, which was considered to have endless power and sanction power, could not suppress it. The man's aura seemed to have a more powerful force, directly impacting the power of Lei Fa into scattered places, without a trace.

Fujimiya Nobuku and Mu Yu stood in front of him, their strength was extremely high in their respective fields, but in front of this man, they felt that their strength was as powerless as that of a child. The man's gaze fell on them, a look that saw through life and death, as if they were no longer human, but two lambs to the slaughter.

The man's knife swung out afterimages, and every flicker of the knife light was accompanied by the nervousness and panic of Fujimiya Nobucun and Mu Yu. They felt their life force draining quickly, and they felt their resistance become weak under the man's gaze.

This is the embodiment of destruction and slaughter, this is the unstoppable force of destruction. His presence, like a huge shadow, enveloped the whole world, making Fujimiya Nobutsu and Mu Yu feel incomparably frightened and desperate.

Fujimiya Shincun's eyes froze instantly, and he stared at the man holding a big knife in front of him, as if he had seen Fuso's deepest nightmare. The man's face looked more angular in the moonlight, and an indescribable cruelty and fanaticism intertwined in his eyes, and Fujimiya Nobuku could feel that the killing intent contained in these eyes was enough to tear the whole world apart.

His name was Ishida Shingen, and the name was feared in every corner of Fuso. He is the craziest murderer in Fuso, and the horror that his actions have stirred up in people's hearts is like an invisible sword hanging over everyone's head. In that chaotic day, known as the "Day of Divine Revelation", the order of Fuso fell into a bottomless abyss, and Ishida Shingen, like a ghost disappearing in smoke, was never heard from again.

I didn't expect to meet him in this isolated and barren place. Fujimiya Nobucun held the sword in his hand tightly, and a strong aura of battle enveloped him. His heart was full of consternation, but there was a calmness like being on the edge of an abyss. He knew that this battle was inevitable.

Ishida raised the broadsword in his hand, the tip of the knife glistening coldly in the moonlight. He sneered at Fujimiya Shincun, the voice echoing in the night sky as if it were a prophecy of death. He approached Fujimiya Nobucun step by step, and the tip of the knife made a piercing grinding sound on the ground, and the sound was like the footsteps of the god of death, approaching Fujimiya Nobucun's heart step by step.

His style of play is completely different from ordinary people, seemingly unruly, but there is endless murder hidden in it. Every movement of him is like a beautiful symphony, but the movement is full of death and destruction. The knife in his hand is like his shadow, flying with his movements, making it impossible to see when and where a deadly attack will come.

Makiyu and Fujimiya Nobuku felt unprecedented pressure, and the presence of Ishida Shingen made them feel palpitations. They could sense that this man was a real killing machine, and that his very existence was a threat. Not only do they have to concentrate on Ishida's attacks, but they also have to try to appease the fear in their hearts.

Ishida Shingen's sword skills are lightning fast and unpredictable. His body is strange, and every step carries the breath of death. His attack angles are tricky, often appearing in impossible directions, making it difficult to guard against. His power is like a raging storm, unstoppable.

His style of play is insane and irrational. Every attack is like living to die, but you don't care about the life and death of others. His sword skills are like those of ghosts, crazy and cruel, and it seems that only death can satisfy him.

Under such pressure, both Muyu and Fujimiya Shincun have reached the brink of collapse. If they don't take action, they may become the ghosts of Ishida Shingento's sword in the near future.

Ishida Shingen's hands, like two mountain peaks, came from suppression, and the majestic power inside made people's hearts palpitate. Fujimiya Nobuku's complexion changed slightly, this was the first time he had encountered such a powerful opponent.

Ishida Shingen's Genshin suddenly poured out of his body, turning into a brilliant beam of light, suppressing Fujimiya Shinzo to the extreme. This man in a gray monk's robe is like a fierce cheetah, majestic. His face was calm, and his eyes were like torches, as if they concealed endless wisdom and strength.

Fujimiya Nobuku was almost immobile by Ishida Shingen's Genshin, but he knew that if he threw in the towel, he would lose the battle. The power that gushed out of his body became stronger and stronger, like a huge wave that was bound, violently impacting Ishida Shingen's suppression.

He closed his eyes and began to gather strength. The air around him began to swirl around his body, like a storm about to erupt. In his body, it was as if there was a power awakening, a power beyond mortal comprehension.

Suddenly, a tall phantom figure rose behind him, a tengu in a feather cloak. Its eyes are as deep as the sea, and its countenance is solemn. It is a symbol of the strength within him, his true self. As his aura climbed, the power of the Tengu Phantom continued to condense.

And Ishida Shingen was not to be outdone, and a phantom also appeared behind him. It was a giant serpent with eight heads and eight tails, each head was terrifying, and each tail contained endless power. This is the Yaki Orochi, the most powerful demon in the history of Fuso. Its appearance made the surrounding aura instantly decrease, as if even the heavens and the earth were about to tremble.

The two phantoms confronted each other in the air, and their forces collided with each other, causing a concussion in space. The wind roared, and the thunder and lightning roared, as if they were about to engulf the whole world. This is the decisive battle between Ishida Shingen and Fujimiya Nobu, and it is a contest between Fuso's strongest demon and the Great Tengu.