Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

Under the gray sky, the continuous rain curtain was like a fine gauze curtain, covering the whole world in a hazy state.

The wet earth was gently hit by raindrops, stirring up layers of dust, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil.

In this rain curtain, Kokushibo and Lin Yi stood quietly, their eyes penetrating through the layers of rain curtains and locked on each other.

A raindrop accidentally fell on the sword blade that Lin Yi was holding tightly, making a slight sound.

The sword body produced a subtle arc under the touch of the raindrop, and this imperceptible change was enough to change the entire battle situation.

Kokushibo naturally would not miss this opportunity.

He moved his body and passed through the rain curtain like a ghost. At this moment, the long sword in his hand burst into a breathtaking cold light, with a sharp and unparalleled murderous aura, and went straight to Lin Yi's vitals with an unstoppable momentum.

Facing Kokushibo's attack, the Black Rose Sword in Lin Yi's hand stabbed out as fast as lightning, pointing directly at Kokushibo's heart.

This attack was both insidious and fast, like a poisonous snake suddenly emerging from hell, making it impossible to defend against it.

Although Kokushibo caught Lin Yi's attack, at this critical moment, he could only hold the sword across his chest to try to block Lin Yi's attack.

"Clang!" A crisp metal collision sound rang out, and the blade of the sword and the tip of the Black Rose Sword collided violently.

This impact force produced an invisible shock wave, which quickly rippled in the air, and even the surrounding rain curtain was slightly shaken by this force.

Kokushibo only felt a strong recoil force suddenly attacking, passing through the weapon into his arm, shaking his arm sore and numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

Kokushibo paused and stopped retreating. Three crescent-shaped slashing waves flew out of his hand, like a crescent moon cutting through the night sky, with a fierce killing intent, heading straight for Lin Yi.

Facing Kokushibo's counterattack, Lin Yi's eyes were solemn, knowing that these three slashes were extraordinary.

Holding the long sword tightly, Lin Yi stabbed out three swords in a very short time, and each sword blocked the trajectory of the slash with great precision.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Three crisp metal collision sounds rang out in succession, and Lin Yi successfully resolved Kokushibo's counterattack.

In the fierce confrontation, Lin Yi suddenly heard a subtle but crisp snapping sound.

This sound broke the noise of the battle like a drop of water wearing away a stone, and the movements of both sides stopped at the same time.

The eyes of the two people focused on the source of the sound at the same time, and saw that the place where the sword in Kokushibo's hand was hit by Lin Yi's sword tip actually had a hair-thin crack.

Although the crack was small, it was as eye-catching as a natural moat in the eyes of both parties.

Kokushibo was shocked. The damage to his weapon was undoubtedly an extremely unfavorable news to him.

But Kokushibo did not mean to give up. He quickly adjusted his tactics and launched a more fierce attack with the sword in his hand - Breath of the Moon·Land Form·Long Night Lonely Moon·Infinity.

Dozens of full moon-like sword lights swept over, each of which exuded a chilling air.

Lin Yi made a horizontal slash. The sword lights seemed extremely fragile at the moment of touching the blade. He keenly realized that this was probably a move that Kokushibo deliberately used to delay time.

The blood on Kokushibo surged like waves, entwining the sword.

With the infiltration of blood, the sword seemed to be injected with a new soul and became more fierce and bloodthirsty, revealing a strange beauty and danger.

Kokushibo knew that this strengthening time was very short, probably only a few seconds. He must launch an attack during this period of time and strive to win with one strike.

When the blood light completely merged into the sword, Kokushibo's face turned pale as paper, and his body could not help but tremble.

His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue and weakness, and it was obvious that this strengthening had cost him a heavy price. Sensing Kokushibo's weakness, Lin Yi seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.

The black rose in his hand flashed a breathtaking cold light under the moonlight, as if foreshadowing the upcoming fatal blow.

Facing the incoming attack, Kokushibo did not choose conventional defensive means, but closed his eyes and slowly put the sword back into the scabbard.

Seeing this abnormal behavior, a strong sense of uneasiness surged into Lin Yi's heart like a tide.

At this moment, the sword in Kokushibo's hand suddenly came out of the scabbard, and a blood-red sword light cut through the night sky, slashing towards Lin Yi at lightning speed.

Wherever the sword light passed, the rain curtain was split in two.

For Lin Yi, the threat brought by this sword far exceeded all previous moves.

He could clearly sense that Kokushibo had concentrated all his strength and killing intent into this attack.

At this critical moment, Lin Yi did not retreat or escape.

He tightly grasped the long sword in his hand and faced the blood-red knife light with an almost resolute attitude.

Kokushibo's blood-red knife light collided with the tip of Lin Yi's sword.

In the deafening sound of metal collision, it seemed that an invisible force was tearing the surrounding space.

The blood-red knife light was like the sickle of the god of death, with cold and sharp killing intent, ruthlessly slashing towards Lin Yi's chest.

Under this blow, Lin Yi's blood volume dropped sharply, and in a blink of an eye it slipped down to two-thirds.

At this critical moment, the power of protection in Lin Yi's hand was suddenly triggered.

A bright green light shot out from the ring and quickly enveloped his whole body.

Under the nourishment of this green light, Lin Yi's wounds began to heal rapidly, and his blood volume recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, barely returning to the safety line.

Kokushibo did not give Lin Yi too much breathing space.

His figure flashed, and he instantly closed the distance between him and Lin Yi, and the blood-red sword in his hand once again slashed at Lin Yi with an unmatched force.

Lin Yi took a deep breath, endured the injuries on his body, and grasped the long sword to meet it.

He knew that at this moment, he had no way out. Only by doing his best to fight with Kokushibo could he have a chance of survival.

The sword light and the knife light collided fiercely in the air again, and the power of both sides broke out completely at this moment, as if to destroy everything around them.

At this critical moment, a bright red fragment dissipated in front of the two.

As the fragment dissipated, the blood-red color of the sword in Kokushibo's hand gradually faded, revealing its original color.

At the same time, a crisp "crack" sound resounded through the night sky from the crack that was previously pierced by the black and white rose.

The sword broke into two pieces, and the broken ends were as smooth as a mirror, as if telling of its unwillingness and helplessness.

Kokushibo was stunned, with a flash of astonishment and regret in his eyes.