The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Hoo, hoo, cough cough cough——!"

Scarlet blood drops burst out from between her fingers. Yiji caressed her undulating chest, and it took a while to calm down.

"Honestly, you really surprised me."

Two different colors were intertwined on the blood-stained dress. Iki had to put her sword on the ground to stabilize her body. Her miserable appearance was even more embarrassing than when she fought with Yakumo Murasaki.

Closing her left eye, which was gradually stained by blood, Yiji stared at the fallen shadow on the cracked earth in front of her with her slightly tired right eye.

The child's graffiti-like cloak was torn, and half of his sneaky mask was destroyed. I really don't know what the purpose of this guy was to keep these meaningless things in the end.

As strong as Yiji, she had naturally noticed long ago that the cloak and mask were just props used to hide her identity, and they did not have any special power in themselves.

But no matter how powerful they are, they are still earthlings.

"Although the fighting method is exactly the same as that of a monster, the amazing strength is not something that a mere monster can possess. It would be a mistake not to ask your name -"

Yiji stepped forward with tired steps and dragged the sword of red flames closer to Takeya: "Feel proud. People on earth can actually hurt us, who are gods, with such a humble body. Even if this honor It can also be a good conversation piece in hell after death, forget it, can’t you hear it anymore?”

Even though she was respectful, it was not Yi Ji's habit to be merciful. When she raised her sword and dropped it, she had no intention of giving the other party any chance to breathe.

boom--!

Yiji slashed with her sword, and the broken earth was once again covered in endless smoke and dust. But at this moment, her originally closed left eye suddenly opened. As a swordsman, her instinct told her that the blow just now Definitely a miss.

"Secret Sword——" A ghostly voice sounded in his ears.

"Behind me?!" After a moment of surprise, Yi Ji turned around with her sword, dispersing the smoke and dust and burning everything in her field of vision with flames, but no one was caught in the blazing sea of ​​fire.

Damn it!

Even though she never thought that she would miss, Yiji still had to admit that this impossible "miracle" did appear in front of her.

It was an indescribable sense of dissonance, as if it were a misplaced comic strip. Yiji simply couldn't understand how the same breath could appear in two places at the same time. That was no longer the word "quick". It can be explained.

Just like now, she could clearly feel that at this moment, at this moment, there were three sword slashes falling at the same time behind her.

"Yan Hui!"

Yi Ji was completely hit by three powerful swords on her defenseless back. The blood-stained body she caught sight of from the corner of her eye was wielding a sword instead of the gun she had been guarding against.

Was it a feint attack that was shot randomly at the beginning? Despicable earthly people, they actually planned to fool me from the beginning, but they are indeed beautiful.

Yiji's body slowly fell forward, and the corners of her mouth pursed unconsciously, seeming to show an expression of relief. But in the next second, her closed eyes opened again, and she suddenly burst out louder than ever before. Want a terrifying light.

"Don't underestimate the gods, you bastard! They're just human beings!!!"

The body that should obviously no longer be able to fight seemed to be restored to its original state in an instant. No, it should be said that it became stronger. A violent spiritual power enveloped Yiji, which was not only an armor to protect her, but also used to fight. arms.

The flaming sword swept everything from top to bottom, and in Yiji's eyes, Takeru once again made a familiar gesture.

coming soon--!

Iki swung her sword in the air, and Takeya disappeared again, but she never relaxed. The bonus from the gods and her amazing fighting talent allowed her to adapt to this incomprehensible phenomenon in a very short period of time.

The sword he swung did not immediately withdraw its force, but followed the trajectory of the force and turned back behind him.

Since you can no longer rely on your eyes and perception, let your intuition guide your body!

There was obviously no one behind him, but when Iki's sword turned around, Takeya's figure appeared strangely. The space did not change, and the atmosphere did not explode, as if it should have appeared there in the first place.

Although she didn't understand how the other party did it, Yiji couldn't care so much at this moment. When she caught Takeya's figure, her unsmiling face showed a victorious wildness.

"caught you!"

Takeya was even more surprised when he bumped into the opponent's sword. Among the people Takeya saw, no one except Reimu could match Iki's daunting fighting talent.

It's just a pity——

"What?!"

Yi Ji's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on her face. The killing sword had actually been swung empty again.

Takeya's figure was like a broken scene. When Yi Ji's sword edge passed through the space, he appeared in his original position again.

The simple long sword was split into three parts again, and a non-fatal wound appeared on the left shoulder, right shoulder and lower abdomen at the same time.

This guy.

This time, Yi Ji could not stand up again. Endless doubts and deep humiliation made her eyes fall into darkness.

thump--

After Yi Ji, Wu Ye finally couldn't force himself any more, his feet softened and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The feeling of escaping from the dead was a lot. After the mental tension faded, the physical pain was like The returning tide of the sea almost drowned Wu.

Won? Is this considered a win? Should it be considered a win?

Laughing is not not laughing or not, Wu doesn't know what mood he is in now, relying on the uniqueness of this "monster power" in his body, he used the method of pretending to be dead to slap Yiji hard, no matter what, win If you win, you win.

From the last time when he was fighting with Yuxiang, he was vaguely aware of it, and now Wu can also be convinced that Sakuya's ability to manipulate time has also been "learned" by himself at some point.

Although it cannot be compared with Sakuya's controllable skills, Takeya is always able to gamble on this ability with his life-threatening momentum at a critical moment of life and death.

Even so, judging from the situation just now, the time for him to control and stop was at most only a short moment, which happened to be the time when he swung the three swords of Yan Hui.

If it wasn't for Yiji being careless by pretending to be dead, I am afraid that even if he has such a heaven-defying ability to manipulate time, he will inevitably be sent to hell by the other party's tragic fate.

Moreover, Wu also felt the "price" that came with this power for the first time.

No matter how much Takeya looked like a monster before, he was still a human after all. No matter how much monster power he consumed during battle, the most exhaustion he brought was psychological. Physically, he was never like Yakumo Zi or Remilia. Generally weak due to lack of demon power.

But this time, manipulating time brought Wu Ye an indescribable feeling, not physically or psychologically, but a special perception.

It was as if there was an abyss-like black hole in his heart that was constantly devouring himself who used this power.

In a trance, some unpleasant scenes flashed in Wu Ye's mind. He shook his head violently, and walked towards the depths of the wilderness while dragging his slowly recovering body.

Compared with the fear from the unknown, it may be easier to continue to force yourself.