In the brief silence, the follower behind the wheelchair couldn't help but tremble.
He swallowed his saliva.
Arrogance.
A formless flame rose from the deathly silent field. It was a flame of anger that seemed to have substance. It lingered on the withered old man's body. Just the will of the void ravaged the earth to the point of collapse, and cracks appeared on the steel.
The Sword Saint's anger.
"How sad." Kamiizumi sighed. "Do the young people nowadays not know how to respect the old?"
Huai Shi shrugged slightly. "I have to say, you were the one who attacked first."
"Those things don't matter."
Kamiizumi smacked his lips, and his voice was hoarse. "The point is, I suddenly don't want to be merciful."
"Same to you."
Huai Shi responded indifferently.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Huai Shi's defense was broken when the old man in front of him compared his skills to Yoshihara's Songstress Game.
But so what if his defense was broken.
He was anxious.
In any case, Huai Shi didn't believe that this old man could beat him to death.
Moreover, he had a way to deal with this kind of old man who had a bad personality and liked to abuse weak people.
"Come!"
He provocatively hooked his finger and grinned. "Let me, a junior, experience the difference between myself and the Sword Saint of Yingzhou!"
"Don't worry, I will use the back of the sword."
Kamiizumi answered considerately. After a short pause, he muttered vaguely as if he was talking to himself, "But … if you are killed by the back of the sword, you can't blame anyone else, right?"
Huai Shi instantly stiffened.
He felt a chill that seemed to have substance spit out from the old man's vague words. It spread and engulfed him like a hideous nightmare.
Darkness surged out from under that old and decrepit face.
Then, as the sword danced, the earth was ravaged. Deep cracks spread forward in a straight line, crossing a long distance in an instant and arriving in front of Huai Shi with death.
Countless steel converged, and layers of walls rose from the ground. But then, they were quickly enveloped by the expanding cracks from the bottom to the top.
It broke apart from the middle.
The sixteen layers of walls were easily sliced apart by the pressure of the will wrapped around the sharp blade. The sharp wind cut Huai Shi's face, bringing waves of stinging pain.
A ray of light shone through the straight crack and shone on his face, allowing him to see the stooped figure stepping forward.
But before he could catch his breath again, he heard another … wail of steel.
In Kamikaze's hand, the ordinary-looking katana whistled as he swung it horizontally. Instantly, the sixteen layers of steel walls in front of him were torn apart once again.
Half at the waist!
The crisscrossing cracks turned into a flawless cross. Under the slash of the blade, the beauty of mathematics and destruction was displayed without restraint.
Outside the crumbling iron wall, the old man's thin figure had already dashed forward like a ghost. With a single step, he crossed the moat that was enough to make the broken body feel despair. The blade of his Ghost Slaying God Slaying Sword was already stabbing towards Huai Shi's face!
What responded to him was a piercingly cold lightning.
It was as if all the light in the world had gathered here, forming a furious torrent in Huai Shi's hand. The moment it left his hand, it was like a dragon galloping above the sky, bringing with it pure destruction as it pounced towards Kamikaze.
And the dazzling lightning was like flowing water before the blade of the sword. It was easily wrapped around the blade, unable to move forward. Instead, it was subdued by the will on the blade, causing it to counterattack its own creator!
The Sword of Seven Seas burst forth with the sound of waves.
Under the impetus and acceleration of the Supreme, pure mass was scattered out from Huai Shi's hand.
The moment the katana and the blade collided, the lightning exploded, melting countless broken iron pieces into paste, illuminating the old man's old face and the pair of eyes filled with strange darkness.
"Look, Huai Shi."
Kamikaze's face moved forward slightly, grinning hideously. "If the quality is insufficient, what's the use of having more?"
His withered body was actually able to suppress Huai Shi's Seven Seas Sword. He did not yield an inch in the face of this enormous power.
Under his feet, the earth collapsed, and the sharp blade in his hand was also wailing, but it had created a jaw-dropping miracle. With such ordinary quality, it was able to contend against the fusion of the dual power of Ah Fang and the Sword of Virtue!
Under Kamikaze's will.
Even if it was ordinary iron, once it was in his hands, it would be a killing tool that could compete with any divine weapon.
Now, the katana that Huai Shi had created himself was actually emitting a terrifying power that even Huai Shi himself could not imagine.
"Let me guess, you think this is Supreme?"
Kamikaze laughed strangely. "Too rigid, Huai Shi."
He waved his hand, easily pushing the Sword of Seven Seas to the side, and pierced it again. Under the bombardment of the Hammer of Pain, he casually took a step back, turned around, stepped on the hammer, and stepped forward, pressing on step by step.
"What is Supreme, Huai Shi? Why have you never thought of it? "
Shrill cracks spread from the wall, and under the slash of the blade from afar, Huai Shi retreated pathetically. He heard the hoarse voice echoing in the wind. "Supreme is drinking water, peeing, picking up a piece of beef from chopsticks. It is something that you believe you can do, something that is natural.
Everything should be like this. "
A hundred steps away, the old man calmly glanced at his sorry appearance, and sighed mockingly. "It's just that some 'disabled people' think that if they can't do it, others shouldn't be able to do it either …"
Would you ask why an apple falls from a branch? Would you ask why the stars move in the night sky? Would you ask why birds are born to fly?
Why is the utopia so glorious? Why can the Directorate of Governance allow everything to operate as usual? Why can the Continuation Academy seal off all disasters?
Would you ask how the Astronomical Society could control the entire world?
Even if it was inconceivable.
But it was natural.
It could be done, and it was done.
As for the rest, it did not matter at all.
It was not something that was unattainable, nor was there any mysterious veil. It was the crystallization of the spirit of the champion, the soul essence of the seeker, the determination of the swordsman to win …
At the end of the road, Supreme was born!
That was all!
"Is splitting the earth Supreme? Is breaking steel a Supreme tier? "
Engulfed and covered by the iron rain, he slowly moved forward as if he was taking a stroll, and casually asked, "Your symphony is Supreme, but is your rhythm, your resonance Supreme?
Could it be that this attack of yours is representative of Supreme itself? Is your breath at this moment in the category of Supreme? What are you secretly brewing? Is the chime behind you Supreme itself? "
The Sword Saint laughed, clenching the tachi in his hand and slashing down.
Thunder roared.
The dark clouds that filled the sky dissipated under the sword, leaving only the reverberating sound of the bell.
The Sword of Sky City appeared once again!
The terrible impact sent Huai Shi sliding back several meters, his arm cracked and blood flowed out. But he rushed forward again as if he did not feel any pain, the halberd in his hand swinging down again.
At this moment, the reverberating sound of the dark clouds dissipating, the whine of the thunder when it was annihilated, the majestic sound of the entire casting center, and even the ripples caused by the frame of the ivory tower.
And, his heartbeat, the fluctuation of the Source Form, the power of the soul and even the Sacred Mark all combined into one.
From this stab that surpassed the past, an unprecedented brilliance bloomed!
As a response, it was a sword that was like the brilliant sun rising from the horizon.
Boundless brilliance, lofty sentiments that shrouded heaven and earth were entrusted to this sword.
Towards the climax of the symphony, the sword slashed out!
It was the peerless sword technique that destroyed the entire border of Lava Island in the past with one strike.
— Blade of the Sun!
"Look, that's it, Huai Shi."
In the spreading of the terrifying waves, the old man's white hair danced in the wind, laughing excitedly because of the breakthrough of the opponent in front of him.
"You used it as the trump card to win, but you never realized that it was you.
— Remember, I'm Supreme! "
Clearly, he had a new understanding of his own power again, clearly, he was one step closer … But Huai Shi did not feel joy or joy in his heart at this moment.
Because of the old man in front of him.
Like lava spewing out from a dormant volcano again, there seemed to be a dazzling light in his dark eyes.
"Now, the teaching time is over —"
Shang Quan took a step forward and easily defeated Huai Shi's counterattack again. "Next, it's time to suffer!"
Boom!
Under the slash of the back of the sword, the flail formed by the snake and the wolf's head wailed and was defeated and sent flying backward.
The Blade of Resentment whistled and stabbed out again, but it was blocked by Shang Quan again.
Haydn's Symphony at Dusk collapsed under the impact of this dissonant sound.
"Too straightforward, too violent, Huai Shi." He shook his head in disdain. "Other than the way a drummer uses his strength, there's no technique to speak of."
But what responded to him was the soul-stirring four tones of fate knocking on the door!
The combination of the Sword of Seven Seas, the explosive hammer, the halberd, and the strange sword — rose from the ground and shattered the old man's sword without warning, breaking through Shang Quan's defense and driving straight in.
For the first time, he was forced to take a step back.
But then, under the block of the broken sword, it stopped in front of Shang Quan's neck.
"This is art, old man. You don't know how to appreciate it, do you?"
Huai Shi shook his head and retorted sarcastically, "It's fine as long as it's useful. Don't be too calculative."
The Sword of Seven Seas slashed down again.
The sound of waves and waves gathered on the blade, and the impact of the mass pushed the old man back again, sliding a few meters away.
But still, he did not hit his target.
— Neck.
"You're too stubborn about decapitation, boy."
He raised his hand and touched his shriveled and slender neck. It was like a stalk of wheat that would break with the slightest bit of force. But it was this broken body that was on the verge of death that had beaten Huai Shi to the point where she was unable to retaliate.
Now, he threw away the broken sword in his hand, pulled out another one from the ground, and casually waved it twice.
"Let me teach you a principle in place of Luo Siwei."
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