"To be honest, I'm a little tired of looking at your face. Forget it, forget it, I'll just get rid of you as soon as possible … "
The inner demon originally wanted to play with his main body, but when he looked at his main body's face, he couldn't help but feel irritated. Therefore, the inner demon placed the long sword in his hand beside Nangong Zhe's neck. With a light slash, his main body's life would end at this moment, and a brand new Nangong Zhe who could truly bear the title of 'Yama' would be born.
To be honest, the inner demon felt that this was the best way to go.
However, since when was Nangong Zhe someone who would stretch out his neck to be slaughtered? Thinking back to the Water Dragon Arch illusion, Nangong Zhe knew that he couldn't give up so easily when his inner demon faced Nangong Rou, Mashiro, and Little Linger.
There were still many people waiting for him to protect and guard, right?
"Ha …"
Nangong Zhe shifted his gaze away from his face reflected on the surface of the lake, and stared at the long sword in the inner demon's hand.
He suddenly exerted force on his body, and forcibly pushed away the inner demon's foot that was on his back.
Using the Calamity Sword in his hand to meet the inner demon's long sword, Nangong Zhe's strength was inferior to the inner demon's. Under the influence of the inner demon's long sword, Nangong Zhe's body slid fiercely in the opposite direction, sticking close to the surface of the lake.
When the inner demon saw his main body's actions, his face turned extremely ugly.
"Tsk! I say, you clearly can't beat me at all. Can't you just die properly? Why do you have to force yourself to fight me? You're really troublesome! "
The inner demon clicked his tongue impatiently and looked at Nangong Zhe with great impatience.
"How can I give up so easily?!"
Nangong Zhe wasn't in a good spot either. Just now, in order to borrow the strength of the Heart Devil Sword to escape the attack range of the Heart Devil, he didn't use too much strength. Even his internal organs had suffered some injuries due to the forceful impact.
Blood was flowing out of Nangong Zhe's nostrils.
"Then, I will finish you with one move …" The inner demon watched Nangong Zhe as if he was watching a disgusting cockroach as he slowly raised his sword. The hand holding the sword moved closer to his ear, while the other hand gently stroked the sword's spine. The sound of fingernails rubbing against the blade was very clear.
As the sound of friction gradually spread, the inner demon fell into a strange state.
His pair of eyes, which originally had some black luster, were instantly covered by black. Even when he breathed in and out, a faint black mist would escape from his eyes.
The murderous aura was released from his body without any concealment. A large part of it flowed into the long sword in the inner demon's hand, while the rest rushed towards Nangong Zhe.
The situation was extremely similar to when Nangong Zhe was injured. The moment the murderous aura approached Nangong Zhe's body, it changed from an invisible state.
Like concrete cooling, the murderous aura enveloped Nangong Zhe, restricting his movements. Nangong Zhe couldn't even move. Only one of his eyes could slowly turn and see what was happening around him.
This was … the essence of the Fatal Thirteen Swords, the Fatal Fourteenth Sword that was like a red flower!
"Kill …"
The inner demon suddenly spat out such a word. His voice was hoarse and choppy, like a person who hadn't spoken for many years suddenly opening his mouth.
However, as soon as the inner demon said the word 'kill', the black that lingered in his eyes quickly faded away. His eyes had completely turned white, and there were even some ferocious blood streaks on them.
No matter who it was, being stared at by such an eye would cause fear to emerge in their hearts, let alone Nangong Zhe who was facing the inner demon.
A chill, a bone-chilling chill emerged from Nangong Zhe's heart.
It turned out that the sudden attack from the inner demon wasn't the Fatal Fourteenth Sword at all. Now, the inner demon had completely condensed his murderous aura, his resentment, and his crazy desire to kill into his sword.
Using the murderous aura to solidify the opponent's movements, using the demonic eye to stimulate the opponent's mind, and finally using the long sword in his hand to give the opponent a fatal blow?
Converge … condense … solidify …
A sword that was like a ghost, a sword that belonged to a ghost.
Was this the Fatal Fourteenth Sword that belonged to the inner demon?
Previously, Nangong Zhe had used all his strength to break free from the weakened version of the Fatal Fourteenth Sword, barely saving his life. Then, how could Nangong Zhe resist the complete version of the Fatal Fourteenth Sword?
The sword edge with murderous aura and cold air was getting closer and closer to Nangong Zhe. The tip of Nangong Zhe's nose seemed to have a thin layer of frost because of the cold air on the sword edge.
Was he … really going to die in the hands of his inner demon?
Nangong Zhe looked at the inner demon and looked at the long sword in his hand. At this moment, he suddenly felt that time had slowed down. He could only stand there motionlessly and watch as the inner demon stabbed the sword in his hand towards his vital parts and took his life away.
Wait … Time really seemed to have slowed down.
Nangong Zhe was trapped in the murderous aura, but his heartbeat and breathing reminded him that time really seemed to have slowed down.
The Heaven's Calamity Sword in his hand became slightly hot, making Nangong Zhe's palm feel like it was being burned.
Why? This was too strange.
The flow of time actually slowed down?
Nangong Zhe's eyes suddenly became blurry. The inner demon was no longer there, and the ghost like sword of the inner demon was no longer there.
The lake, the thick fog, and the array had all disappeared without a trace in an instant.
There was only one person standing in front of him, holding a brush with ink.
He held the brush in his hand as if he was holding a long sword. With a light stroke, he left an ink mark on the paper in front of him.
That person's face was the Banishment senior that Nangong Zhe was very familiar with.
The state of Banishment and the state of Banishment when he waved the brush in his hand was very similar to the state of the inner demon when he used the Fourteenth Sword.
However, Nangong Zhe carefully observed and found that this was not the case!
The Fourteenth Sword that the inner demon used was to pour everything into the sword in his hand, whether it was murderous aura or resentment.
He let the sword become his own and let the sword become the dominant existence.
There seemed to be no such thing as the inner demon in the world. There was only the sword and the target that the sword wanted to kill.
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