Mirror World.

The two figures shuttled rapidly in the mirror image of the high-rise building!

Boom ——!!!

A lens flew out of the hand of the silver-robed oracle, and it magnified rapidly, like a blade as high as a building, slashing through the street, leveling dozens of buildings directly to the ground, making a loud buzzing sound.

Smoke billowed everywhere.

In the smoke and dust, Uncle Kyosuke held an empty scabbard and swam among the rubble, nimbly avoiding all attacks, the withered red rose at his waist swaying gently.

He looked back behind him, and the silver-robed oracle was like a flying bird, directly skimming the sky and smashing straight at him!

Knock ——!!

The silver figure fell in front of Uncle Kyosuke like a meteorite, smashing out dense cracks, and the ground seemed to be shattered quickly like a mirror hit by a hammer.

The silver-robed oracle envoy held the [black rope] in his hand, looked at Uncle Kyosuke mockingly, and slowly spoke:

"Yuzu Heizhe, it's better to give up resistance, with your scabbard, it can't be my opponent at all......"

Uncle Kyosuke, who was dressed in a riotous sequined suit, looked at him calmly, "Even if I only have a scabbard, you haven't been able to catch me, have you?" ”

The silver-robed oracle's brows furrowed slightly, "That's not because your hypnosis and illusion are too cunning, it's just a calamity......

"Only?" Uncle Kyosuke laughed, "Don't you also have a disaster knife in your hand?" Why don't you try it, can you pull it out? ”

The face of the silver-robed oracle became even more gloomy, and he looked down at the [Black Rope] in his hand, as if he was a little moved.

The Disaster Knife, and the Lord of the Disaster Sword, have always been the old enemies of the oracle envoys, but so far the silver-robed oracle envoy has never held a disaster knife in his own hands, and they all say that the disaster knife can only be pulled out by its owner, but he is a little unconvinced.

"How about trying?"

The silver-robed oracle placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and his palm suddenly strained!

The silky [black rope] in Tsukasa Kankawa's hand was motionless like a rock at the moment, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out for half a point!

You must know that the oracle envoy himself is already a transformed person, and his power is extremely terrifying, and it is not a problem for him to stomp on a building with one punch, but at this moment, he is helpless against this small disaster knife.

Looking at this scene, the smile on the corner of Uncle Kyosuke's mouth became even stronger.

"Hmph, boring." The silver-robed oracle made his face a little unbearable, he put the [black rope] back in his palm, looked at Uncle Kyosuke and said coldly, "Are you delaying time?" What are you waiting for? The few young men who could pose a threat to me are gone, and no one can come to save you......"

"Who said it had to be someone to save me?"

Uncle Kyosuke seemed to sense something, looked down at his waist, and smiled and spoke.

A remnant of blonde hair suddenly flew out of the mirror, turning into a flash of golden light, pouring into the empty scabbard around his waist, turning into a slender golden blade, and the sword was finally restored to its wholeness.

Uncle Kyosuke gently rested his palm on the hilt of the knife, and his expression calmed down.

"Knife soul? This is the world of mirrors, how did it get in? When the silver-robed oracle saw this, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"No matter where it is, the sword soul can return to its own sheath regardless of distance, don't you know?" Uncle Kyosuke smiled and said, "Oh, of course you don't know, after all, you can't even pull out a Katsu knife......"

Anger welled up in the eyes of the silver-robed oracle.

"What if you have a full sword in your hand? The role of [Misty Pupil] in battle is like chicken ribs, you still can't win against me! ”

After saying that, his hands suddenly clasped together in front of him, and the entire mirror world shook violently!

Bang bang bang——!!

The mirrored reflections of the buildings on both sides of the street rose from the ground, like two magnets that attracted each other, and quickly crashed towards Uncle Kyosuke in the center, and in the comparison of the size of the two buildings, Uncle Kyosuke's figure was as small as an ant.

But there was not the slightest panic on his face, and he stood there quietly, looking at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, as if he had thought of something happy.

The [Misty Pupil] on his waist slowly came out of the sheath.

Boom ——!!!

The two buildings collided, countless masonry and lenses flew out, and an invisible wave of air swept through, blowing the trees on both sides of the street to the ground.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the oracle caused the circle of light in his left eye to circulate, looking for the trace of Uncle Kyosuke in the gap between the two buildings, but there was no gain......

No?

Where did he go?

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice came from behind the silver-robed oracle, his pupils contracted suddenly, he flashed suddenly, a lens popped out of his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blade more than forty meters long and slashed behind him!

The mirrored blade slashed through Uncle Kyosuke's body, piercing through as if nothing was there, and Uncle Kyosuke was looking at him with a smile on his face in a sequined suit with his hands in his pockets.

"Another hallucination......"

The silver-robed oracle frowned slightly, seemingly very unhappy, "What about hallucinations?" You can only use [Mystery] to escape, and you can't take the initiative to attack me, and if you drag on like this, it's still you who will fall into passivity. ”

"Really?"

The corners of Uncle Kyosuke's mouth rose slightly.

He looked down at the long golden knife in his hand and spoke unhurriedly, "It's true that I can't hurt you with [Mystery], but ...... Can use hypnosis to mislead you.

Like what

Do you really think that what you just threw out was a lens? ”

Hearing this, the silver-robed oracle was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, he looked down at his hands.

In his left hand, he holds a lens.

And the right hand is already empty......

If the lenses were still in his hands, he had just thrown them out...... What is it?

The silver-robed oracle raised his head blankly, only to see that at some point, the figure of Uncle Kyosuke, who was originally standing there, had disappeared, and not far from there, he slowly bent down and picked up the long black knife that had fallen on the road.

[Black Rope]!

He just threw the [Black Rope] out!

Uncle Kyosuke stood up straight and hung the long black knife on his waist unhurriedly, and at this moment, he already had two completely different knives hanging from his waist.

He held the golden [Misty Pupil] in his right hand, rested his left hand on the hilt of the black long knife, looked at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, and easily pulled the second Scourge Knife out of its sheath!

【Black Rope】Unsheathed!

One gold and one black, the two Wujin knives were held in his hands, and the smile on Uncle Kyosuke's face gradually converged, his eyes were as calm as a deep lake, and his eyes exuded a faint killing intent!

"Now, do you still think you can win me?"

Uncle Kyosuke's magnetic voice sounded.