In front of Nohara Shinheng, the Yaqi Giant Snake was rampaging with its huge body and ferocious strength, but all this seemed so insignificant in front of Nohara Shinheng's golden thunder. His hands, as if holding a blazing golden flame, erupted into a shocking battle when it came into contact with the Yagi Orochi.

Nohara Shinheng was dressed in a dark samurai outfit, and the powerful aura on his body was enough to make even the most ferocious beasts shy away. His eyes, like the abyss, reflect unwavering determination and fearless courage. His hands, clenching the golden thunder, seemed to concentrate the power of the entire world in his hands.

When the golden thunder came into contact with the Yaqi Great Snake, a dazzling white light immediately erupted from the Great Snake's body. Each collision was like a huge force directly hitting its body, causing it to twist painfully. Nohara Shinheng did not back down, but challenged the Great Snake with a more fierce offensive.

His golden thunder, like an invisible sword, cut deep wounds on the great snake's body. The black liquid that flowed from those wounds, trembling and twisting in the pain of the great serpent. Each attack made the big snake take a step back, but Nohara Shinheng's momentum was even stronger.

This battle seems to have become a one-man show for Nohara Shinheng. Every ray of light he unleashed with his golden thunder left a deep scar on the serpent's body.

In Nohara Shinheng's body, a vast force was rushing out, and his eyes were shining with a sharp blue light, as if he could penetrate all the fog and directly gain insight into the truth of the facts. His fingers danced gently, like the strings that controlled the life of all things, seemingly weak, but in fact full of deadly power.

Behind him, a huge shadow is bursting out of its shell, it is one of the most powerful warriors in Japanese mythology, Susanoo. Its face was resolute and burly, and the air froze with a powerful aura that froze around it. In Nohara Shinheng's body, Susanoo's power is as deep as the ocean and as hot as the sun.

In contrast, the Yagi Snake on the opposite side looked a little sluggish. Its body trembled, and the eight heads seemed to be filled with fear. Its eyes were full of despair, as if it had foreseen its fate. In the face of this powerful force, the majesty of the Yaqi Snake was gone, and it could only struggle weakly, trying to find a glimmer of life.

A hint of determination flashed in Nohara Shinheng's eyes. He folded his hands, and Susanoo's power condensed into a huge blade in his hand, and with the sound of breaking through the air, he slashed towards the Yaki Orochi. At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent, and only the sound of blades breaking through the air echoed.

As the blade fell, the body of the Yaqi Orochi was cut in two, and the eight heads rolled in the air a few times before hanging down weakly. Its body fell like a mountain, shaking the whole earth. The huge snake body writhed in pain, but with a wave of Nohara Shinheng's blade, the spark of life was finally extinguished on the body of the Yagi Orochi.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Susanoo, who was behind Nohara Shinheng, also gradually disappeared into thin air after the death of Yaki Orocha. And Nohara Shinheng himself stood quietly in place, as if nothing had happened. His eyes were full of calmness and determination, which was the calmness and confidence after experiencing countless lives and deaths.

And the big snake in the realm of the frontier has been suppressed by him. It stopped moving, like a wasteland covered in ice and snow, dead and cold. Nohara Shinheng looked at it lightly, his eyes full of mockery and disdain. No matter how powerful it once was, in front of him, after all, it was only a futile struggle.

In a forest of blooming cherry blossoms, Fujimiya Nobuku, dressed in turquoise armor, collapsed under a stout cherry blossom tree. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but there was a smile of relief on the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the magnificent scene in front of him, where Nohara Shintsune was standing up to fight the Yaki Orochi.

Nohara Shinheng's figure looked tough and resolute in the sunlight, and the sword in his hand glittered in the sunlight. In the face of the Yaqi Orochi, he did not have the slightest fear, only firm eyes and decisive actions. And the Yagi Snake, the once formidable monster, seemed a little powerless in front of Nohara Shinheng.

Looking at all this, a relieved smile appeared on Nobuku's face. He knew he had done everything he could. He tried his best to successfully drag the Yagi Orochi and buy time for Nohara Shinheng. Now, that man has grown into a hero who can stand on his own, and he has succeeded in slaying the Yaki Orochi, which is his victory and theirs.

However, Fujimiya Nobuku's body gradually lost its strength due to the severity of the injury. He felt that his life was slowly slipping by, but he did not regret it. Because he knew that his sacrifice was not in vain. He exemplified the power of justice with his life, and he proved the value of courage and sacrifice with his actions.

Finally, Fujimiya Nobuku slowly closed his eyes, and his body lay quietly under the cherry blossom tree. His soul seems to melt into this blooming cherry blossom forest, and his presence will remain in people's memories forever. His smile is still so gentle and firm, as if to tell people that even if life is gone, justice and love will live on forever.

In the silent air, Mu Yu suddenly noticed a strange silence. It was the breath of Fujimiya Shincun, the once firm and calm breath, but now it has disappeared without a trace. It was a unique sense of existence, an irreplaceable vitality, and its disappearance, like the extinguishing of the brightest star in the night sky, made people feel deep amazement and indescribable sorrow.

Although he had not known Fujimiya Nobutsu for a short time, Mu Yu was full of respect for this tenacious and unyielding warrior. His courage, wisdom and perseverance were deeply imprinted in Mu Yu's heart in those brief encounters. His figure, like a huge mountain, firm and majestic, is now suddenly collapsing, which is unacceptable.

Mu Yu's heart was hit by a strong and complex emotion. It was anger, sadness, and endless pain. He felt his heart contract violently, as if he were crying blood. It was his inner weeping, painful over the sudden loss.

At this moment, a cold and cruel aura erupted from Mu Yu's body. This anger and sadness are intertwined to form a powerful force. His eyes gleamed with blood, the flames of anger and the abomination of death.