Ronin from Douluo

Above the night sky, clouds surged, and lightning and thunder rumbled in a huge whirlpool like a cave in the sky.

The strong wind howled again, like a giant beast, roaring and raging.

Gradually, big raindrops began to fall sparsely, and the rain became more and more dense, and finally, it turned into a heavy downpour.

And below, the earth is shaking, the mountains are shaking and collapsing.

Two different powerful forces are engaged in a fierce battle. They collide again and again. The energy that overflows can turn even tall boulders as tall as humans into powder in an instant.

Silver and black lightning intertwined, the light and shadow of the sword, and the cold sword intent oppressed everything within a radius of a kilometer. Here, this space seemed to have become an independent space, a world of swords!

In this non-stop continuous attack, the demon facing Zeng Yi gradually began to feel powerless.

Because there are really too many opponents.

Hundreds, thousands, so many Zeng Yi, he didn't know what level of illusion this was, which made his perception unable to distinguish and detect, and he was like a headless fly.

To him, almost every Zeng Yi seems to be his true self.

Because every change will cause substantial harm to him.

Therefore, he cannot relax even a little bit and must block every sword that Zeng Yi attacks.

He couldn't be distracted, had no time to think, and didn't even have time to breathe. Every second, every millisecond, was extremely urgent for him.

This is like a violent rainstorm, an extremely suffocating attack rhythm.

Not only that, the demon began to feel numb. He didn't know what was reality or illusion. In fact, even the direction became confused and unclear.

Danger!

Losing the sense of direction is absolutely fatal to a person in combat.

The injuries on his body were increasing, even exceeding his own healing speed, and his breathing began to become rapid.

"Why, are you starting to become sluggish? Is your soul power starting to be unable to support you?"

Zeng Yi held a giant sword tightly with both hands and chopped off the demon's head.

The tip of the sword struck, and a series of beautiful sparks burst out.

However, the power of evil spirits is even more powerful.

The giant sword's blade began to spread cracks like spider webs, and finally collapsed. Even Zeng Yi himself turned into countless fragments and dispersed.

"If my guess is correct, every time you heal an injury, you need to consume soul power, right?"

Hearing this, the demon's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

However, this tiny detail was captured by Zeng Yi, who attacked from the right.

"It seems I guessed it right."

This clone was split in half by the evil demon's sword, but a deep wound appeared on his back.

"It is indeed a collection of resentment. Even if the body is divided into two halves and the arm is cut off, it can quickly recover as before. It is an enviable skill."

"But why has the speed of wound healing slowed down? Sure enough, there is still a limit, haha."

During this continuous onslaught, the sarcasm and ridicule of himself kept ringing in his ears, which made the demon's mentality almost explode.

This violent attack almost drove him to collapse.

Yes, he did copy Zeng Yi's swordsmanship. He knew the opponent's offensive line very well and could even see through the flaws.

However, what he couldn't believe was that this man was simply a pervert, and even pervert could not be described.

Because, the opponent's sword skills are too much.

Tai Sword, Giant Sword, Short Sword, Long Sword, Heavy Sword, etc., all kinds of sword skills with different styles, in his hands, it is as natural as a fish swimming in water.

The speed of the sword, the power of the giant sword, the lightness of the dagger, the demon couldn't believe that each style of swordsmanship could be perfectly displayed on one person.

Even he just copied what the other party was best at.

Fighting against such a person is like fighting against several sword masters with different styles at the same time.

Why?

The demon couldn't understand. He was obviously only over 20 years old, but his sword practice was more advanced than those sword masters who had been silent in the sword for decades or even spent their entire lives.

Could it be that this is destiny?

Is he the chosen one favored by the sword?

"I don't believe it!"

The demon roared unwillingly and became even more violent, and its terrifying soul power exploded.

This terrifying force has caused cracks to appear on the earth, which are constantly extending.

I saw that the demon's face, which was exactly the same as Zeng Yi's, began to become illusory, ferocious, and distorted.

Different faces began to flash on the demon's face.

There are middle-aged men with dignified and serious faces, young men with youthful faces, charming women, and decrepit old men.

These are all people who have been devoured and corroded by evil spirits. Everyone's resentment and will seem to be conflicting and rioting at this moment.

The flow of soul power still became irregular and began to become crazy.

The ominous wind of disaster roared between the sky and the earth, and dark leaves began to gather between the sky and the earth.

In an instant, the heaven and earth were filled with countless dark bamboo leaves.

Every leaf is as sharp as a blade, shining with a cold light under the light of the stars.

The fourth soul skill, Ye Wu!

This is not a soul skill released by Zeng Yi, but a move released by the evil demon with all his strength. It is a terrifying and large-scale killing move that is enough to destroy a huge city!

The strong wind swept up these bamboo leaves that were stagnant in mid-air, roaring like a wild dragon!

In an instant, a huge tornado appeared in the space and wreaked havoc.

Looking from a distance, the terrifying sword-edged tornado was like a pillar connecting heaven and earth. The scene was so shocking and terrifying, as if it was the end of the world.

This kind of indiscriminate covering attack made Zeng Yi's soul skill, Mirror Flower, Water Moon, lose its due effect.

Countless Zengyi were crushed to pieces in this violent dragon-like storm, breaking easily like bubbles.

Countless swords began to shatter, and even the boulders and mountain peaks were unable to withstand it.

"Use my soul skills to deal with me? How ridiculous!"

Zeng Yi's body stagnated in mid-air, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the dark storm that was rushing towards him, and stared and shouted with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Her long hair was scattered, fluttering in the strong wind, like a devil, fearless of everything.

The wind blows and the clouds surge.

Use all your strength, even burn your life, to fight for a second beyond the limit!

Just standing in the sky, the terrifying sword power was about to pierce the sky.

Air flow and wind pressure create spatial distortion visible to the naked eye.

The wind began to show its most violent posture.

In an instant, a storm no less powerful than the dark tornado surged and roared, protecting Zeng Yi's figure.

Blade Storm!

Between heaven and earth, like two storms like pillars of heaven, they collide with each other, consuming and devouring each other.

In this terrifying storm, the earth will be broken and the mountain peaks will be wiped away.

In a few breaths, what was still a mountainous area was plowed into a vast open space.

In the storm, Zeng Yi's angry eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if blood was about to spill out.

He clenched his teeth, the muscles all over his body were tightening, veins popped out, and even his skin began to crack and blood spilled out.

At that moment, Arashiri pulled out!

The crisp sound of the knife seemed to be the only sound in the world!

And Sword Master Chenmu, who was watching the battle in the distance, seemed to have seen a miracle at that moment.

If someone asks, what is the limit of kendo?

Then, Tatsuki Sword Master would say that the scene he saw at this moment was the limit of swordsmanship.

This sword cuts through inner demons and transcends oneself.

Zeng Yi called this move.

Godless!

At that moment, the wind stopped, and it seemed that the whole world had stopped.

As long as that sword light is engraved on the soul even if you don't need to see it with your eyes.

That sword was cut out of the storm and cut vertically.

And just like that, the dark tornado storm like a pillar in the sky was divided into two halves and disappeared into the sky and the earth.