The water and gas around him were churning, as if he had turned into a giant tower of water, blocking the Great Tengu with unrivaled might. His right arm, the sword that shimmered with cold light, was like an alien object, and it was in front of him, firm and mighty, not afraid of the great tengu in front of him.

His eyes were firm and decisive, like a bright light in the deep sea, no matter what kind of wind and waves, he could not shake his determination. The churning water twisted and swirled around him, like a giant dragon roaring, but it could not shake his form.

The space between him and the Great Tengu seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and the air twisted and tumbled, like boiling water on a hot pot, churning endlessly. And he is like a rock standing in the rapids, no matter how the waves of the water hit, he is always as stable as Mount Tai.

He waved the sword in his hand, and a powerful force burst out in an instant, surging away like a wave. Under this force, the big tengu seemed to be a little powerless, and was pushed backwards by this force.

Surrounded by water, he swung his sword forward again, determined to defeat the Great Tengu. His figure looked unusually tall in the moonlight, and the sword seemed to come to life in his hand, shining with a cold light.

His battle with the Great Tengu seems to have become a picture scroll, deeply engraved in the hearts of every onlooker. What they see is not only a duel of strength, but also a contest of wills and a test of courage.

Despite having only one arm, his strength is not inferior to that of the Great Tengu. The churning water was full of his determination and courage.

A majestic force suddenly exploded, like a raging beast writhing on the water. It was a powerful sword qi, and with the power that shook the heavens and the earth, it broke through the waves of the endless deep sea and soared straight into the sky.

This sword qi was so powerful that it seemed to be able to tear the entire heaven and earth apart. It rises from the surface of the water and turns into a long column of water, like a magnificent scene of thousands of troops charging into battle. Each sword qi carried endless power and determination, as if it wanted to cut through all obstacles that stood in front of it.

And in the center of this sword qi was a great tengu that stood like a mountain. He stood at the top of the storm, without any fear on his face, on the contrary, his eyes glinted with determination. He knew that this was his challenge and his calling. He can't back down, he can't compromise, he can only go all out to resist this force.

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in the hand of the Great Tengu, and he swung the sword, and in an instant, a strong wind rose and sand flew away. The sword qi and the wind were intertwined, forming an impregnable barrier that blocked the invasion of that sword qi.

At this moment, the Great Tengu and the sword qi, the wind, and the waves formed a magnificent picture. They clashed in the darkness of the night, their forces colliding with each other, forming a monstrous wave. These waves swept towards the Great Tengu and tried to devour him. But the Great Tengu was tenacious and unyielding, and he stood still and fought these waves without fear.

His figure grew taller and more determined in the moonlight. Every swing of the sword brings up a splash of water; Every time the sword qi collided, the heavens and the earth shook. Even in the midst of this raging wave, he remained as steady as a rock.

And the monstrous waves seemed to feel the determination and perseverance of the Great Tengu, and they were no longer just simple destructive forces, but turned into wind and waves that helped the Great Tengu move forward.

The Great Tengu flew up in the air, its black feathered wings spread out like a mountain pressing down on the top of the watery head. He struck like lightning, and his feathers turned into sharp arrows, and shot fiercely at the water. Unable to dodge, he was hit by a feather arrow, and his body was hit like a giant hammer, and the pain spread throughout his body.

The filth of water fell to the ground, and blood spurted from his mouth, staining the hem of his garment. His body trembled, the pain was unbearable, but he knew he couldn't give up. He looked up and saw the haughty figure of the Great Tengu, and his heart was full of unwillingness and anger.

However, the power of the water filth seemed so insignificant in front of the Great Tengu. The Great Tengu easily suppressed him, leaving him powerless to fight back. Mizuki tried to struggle again, but his body was no longer able to move, and he had to let the Great Tengu take control.

The young people of the family formed a solid line of defense in front of the Great Tengu. Although they are young, each of them has special skills and is full of courage. The weapons in their hands shone in the cold light in the sun, while their eyes were firmly fixed ahead, ready to protect this home with their lives.

The Great Tengu looked at them with a glint of appreciation in his eyes. He knew that these young men were the bravest and most determined warriors in the land. He took a deep breath and rushed towards them. His figure moved quickly in the wind, his powerful aura making the air around him vibrate.

However, the young people of the Maison were not overwhelmed by his imposingness. They stepped forward, brandished their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the Great Tengu. For a moment, the clashing of metal, the breaking of weapons and the shouts of young people were intertwined, forming a fierce picture.

The Great Tengu single-handedly fought against the group of young men, his figure dancing across the battlefield, each swing bringing back afterimages. With great strength and skill, he fended off the attacks of the young people.

In this battle of the gods, the young people of the Maison are like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, powerless in the face of the iron fist of the Great Tengu. Tall and gloomy, the Great Tengu wore jet-black armor and held a long knife that bent like the moon, and every swing brought a storm of death.

One by one, they fell, and were cut down on the field like autumn ears of wheat. Their lives shimmered briefly and brutally on this battlefield like broken glass beads. Their blood stained the once holy land, making the name of the Battle of the Gods all the more ironic and cruel.

The Great Tengu's eyes were cold and cruel, and he watched the deaths of these young men with an attitude that bordered on playfulness. His blade glistened coldly in the sunlight, leaving a brutal afterimage in the air with each swing.

These young people may have dreamed of glory and achievement in this battlefield of the gods, but they have forgotten that this is a war between gods and gods, and they are just lambs driven into this cruel battlefield. They did not receive the inheritance of God, they did not receive the power of God, they had to pay the price of their lives.

The figure of the Great Tengu roamed the battlefield, and in the flash of the sword, another young man fell at his feet. He raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice raging across the battlefield like a raging wind. The death of every young man made him feel a kind of ecstasy, a ecstasy of destruction, but also a ecstasy of theocracy.

On this battlefield, their lives are as light as feathers, and they can be blown away by the wind at any time. And their deaths are like silent tragedies, revealing the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world.

In the midst of the torrent-like battle, Shui Yan stood up again, his eyes firm and decisive. He waved the sword in his hand, and the sword qi surged out like a torrent, condensing into a huge force. His sword qi rolled like a huge wave, sweeping towards the Great Tengu with endless power and impact.

That sword qi was so powerful that it seemed that even heaven and earth were about to be divided. The air became frozen in front of the sword qi, as if time had been stretched out at this moment, and every moment became incomparably long. The expression on the face of the Great Tengu became solemn in the face of this violent sword aura, and he felt the determination and strength of the water filthy.

The Great Tengu's form paused slightly in midair, and he felt the power of the water. He waved his feather fan, and an invisible force burst out from his body, blocking the sword qi of the water. But the sword qi of the water filthy was too powerful, and the body of the Great Tengu rolled in mid-air, and was hit fiercely by the aftermath of the sword qi.

The Great Tengu rolled in the air a few times before landing on the ground. He looked up at the water filth, his eyes flashing with vigilance. He knew that this opponent was stronger than he had imagined. But there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, on the contrary, his eyes were full of fighting spirit. He knew that the battle was going to be even more intense.

Mizuki looked at the Great Tengu, knowing that his attack hadn't completely knocked out the opponent. But he wasn't panicking, he knew his strength was strong enough. He swung his sword aura again and rushed towards the Great Tengu. He knew that only by constantly attacking could he make the other party show his flaws.

In the ensuing battle, the sword qi and power of Mizuki and Datengu constantly collided. Their figures staggered in the air, their powers colliding in the air. Every attack carries endless power and impact, and every defense appears impregnable. Their battle unfolds like a picture scroll, and every moment is full of thrilling excitement and extremely fierce confrontation.

The Great Tengu staggered to his feet, a trace of bright red blood flowing from his body, and his wings, which had been shining brightly, were much dimmer. His eyes were full of determination, but he couldn't hide a trace of exhaustion.

Seeing this, the scattered members of the family stopped, exchanged glances with each other, and then rushed towards the injured Tengu without hesitation. They brandished the weapons in their hands, and all sorts of moves poured out towards the Great Tengu, their eyes shining with determination, obviously trying to inflict more damage on the Great Tengu by exchanging injuries for injuries.

However, the Great Tengu is not easy to match, and he uses his great strength and skill to resist the attacks of the people of the family. Although each attack pained him deeply, he never flinched. He knew that this was his mission, and he couldn't back down, he couldn't give up.

The battle was extremely fierce, and although the attacks of the people of the family could not directly harm the Great Tengu, their sacrifice made the Great Tengu feel deeply distressed. He looked at those who rushed towards him, their eyes full of determination, and behind them were their family and loved ones. They traded their lives for the damage of the Great Tengu, and what a determination and sacrifice it was.

The Great Tengu was arrogant and invincible, and he never thought that these human beings, who were as insignificant as ants in his eyes, would be able to hurt himself. He wielded a huge feather fan, his figure fluttering in the wind, as if to sweep away all his enemies.

His countenance was gloomy, like clouds of an approaching storm, and his eyes shimmered with a fierce cold light. He began to gather strength, and the air around him instantly became solemn, as if even time had stood still under this force. His figure pulls out a long shadow in the sun, like an impassable mountain.

Then, he finally broke out. A terrifying force erupted from his body, sweeping across the spot like a monstrous wave. The wind howled, the air was as sharp as a blade, cutting through the space, and the air seemed to be torn apart. Those ant-like people were like fallen leaves swept away by the wind under this force, and they were instantly blown away.

The anger of the Great Tengu was as hot as the sun, and his voice echoed through the heavens and the earth like thunder. His figure fluttered in the wind, like a demon god descending, and that absolute coercion made everyone's hearts palpitate. He wielded a feather fan, and the terrifying power continued to sweep, and anyone who dared to challenge him was torn apart in an instant.

The figure of the water filthy seems to have become a bright red sculpture, and every inch of skin is bathed in dark blood. His body was hit hard again and again by the powerful force, and every time the sword qi erupted, his body trembled, and the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow. However, none of this could shake his unwavering determination.

With his flesh and blood, he stood in front of the Great Tengu, a determination that was fearless and rock-like. His eyes shone fiercely, it was a desire for victory, a challenge to fate. He clenched the sword in his hand, and a powerful sword aura erupted from him, it was a kind of power, a power that exploded for protection.

He launched a final charge towards the Great Tengu, his sword aura like a rainbow, piercing the dark night sky. However, the power of the Great Tengu was like a mountain, and it hit him hard again and again. His body rolled in the air and fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

However, Shui Yan did not give up, he struggled to stand up, used all his strength, and swung the sword in his hand again. His sword aura erupted again, and this time, he had fused all of his power into this sword. He is going to swing this sword at the Great Tengu, and no matter what the outcome, he will swing this sword.

However, with just a slight wave of his hand, the Great Tengu dissolved the sword qi of the water filth. He looked at the water filth, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew that this challenger had lost his combat effectiveness, and he was only barely holding on with his strong will. However, even such a challenger made him feel threatened.

However, Shui Yan did not flinch, and he rushed forward again, wielding the last sword with all the strength of his body. It's his determination, it's his persistence, it's his desire to win. He knew that this sword might not be able to kill the Great Tengu, but he still chose to swing it.

At this moment, the figure of the water filthy crossed a dazzling trajectory in the night sky.

The filthy body seemed to glow with an eerie light. His skin became as smooth as black jade, and his eyes condensed into a fierce cold light. His blood, the source of his life force, rose and turned into a terrifying weapon. It's a forbidden power, a self-destructive attack.

It was a frenzy that swept the heavens and the earth. The blood of the water seems to be given life, they tumble, roar, gather, sublimate, and finally form an irresistible force. It was an endless storm that tore through the air and made all life palpitate. It swept through the night sky as if it were alive, engulfing everything it came across.

The Great Tengu, the proud creature that stood tall in the sky, also felt unprecedented pressure in the face of this force. His massive wings spread out, as if to hold out the storm. He couldn't believe that this small creature could burst out with such great power. His eyes were full of surprise and a hint of imperceptible fear.

Under the impact of that force, the Great Tengu felt an unprecedented crisis. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. The storm engulfed him in an instant, drawing him into darkness. The Great Tengu struggled, but the force was too strong for him to resist.

The weapon made of the blood of the water still hits the big tengu. It was a destructive force, and it destroyed everything. Under this force, the Great Tengu seemed so small and helpless. His body swayed in the storm, as if it would be swallowed at any moment.

In the darkness of the night, the water filth is like a torn curtain of darkness, evil and eerie. It twisted, churned, and seemed to be preparing for the coming storm. Suddenly, a cold wind swept by, bringing a terrible howl.

It was a large one-handed hand, jutting out of the water like a demon's claw poking out of the abyss of hell. Its skin took on a terrible grayish-white color, as if it had been shrouded in death. Its palms are open, as if to show the world its power.

Then, the hand began to burst.

A powerful burst of energy erupted from within its body, soaring into the sky. It was a terrifying force, furious like a volcanic eruption. Blood gushed from the surface of the hand's skin, forming a blood-colored waterfall.

The blood was not ordinary red, but a fiery black, as if blackened by the flames of hell. They flew through the air like thousands of angry snakes, writhing and roaring wildly. They spread out at an alarming speed, forming a huge blood-colored vortex.

The Great Tengu's body was small and powerless in the face of this force. He tried to resist, but the force swept over him like a tidal wave, engulfing him completely. His body was torn apart by this force, like a cardboard box being torn apart in a raging wind. His screams echoed in the night sky, but were soon drowned out by that force.

Eventually, the Great Tengu's body disappeared into that force. Only a mournful whistling sound echoed in the night sky, as if to tell people about what had just happened.