His stooped body straightened inch by inch, like a centipede stretching its joints. It was indescribably horrifying. Ya Erlin grabbed Koshiro's left ankle with one hand, and a cold and strange power seeped in. Traces of black flames tainted the clothes on the leg of his trousers and turned them into black smoke.
Koshiro lowered his head and saw a terrifying knife wound on Arlen's upright chest. At the same time, it revealed countless broken black lines that were strangely wriggling together. The inside was pitch black, and no human organs could be seen. There was only a deep black snake bone supporting the swaying.
"From the first time I met you, I knew that Master Koshiro was not a simple swordsman. Today's meeting did not disappoint me!"
Chi!
The sharp blade approached in front of his eyes. Yarlin's fingers rubbed fiercely, and his feet that were lying on the ground stepped on the ground. His whole body slid forward, like a snake slithering close to the ground. His upper body was upright, and his head was strangely turned 180 degrees to look behind him. At the same time, his right hand suddenly flicked.
Finger Wheel Flash!
The dazzling brilliance shattered the air, and the bullet marks that compressed and ignited the air were swept away by the blade. Koshiro stood in place and withdrew his sword. He looked down and saw that the muscles of his ankle had been cut into irregular shapes, and the shadow that extended deep into the bone was burning. A layer of flesh and blood on the skin had been contaminated into the color of ink, revealing the feeling of dry weathering and festering.
"There is no pain!" A cold light appeared in Koshiro's eyes. Without hesitation, he swung his sword and slashed diagonally at the rotten calf. The smooth and sharp blade cut the calf into two halves, and then the cut off leg turned into a puddle of festering stagnant water in the blink of an eye!
A sharp trace appeared on the ground, and a shadow rolled and eroded in the gully. After two or three seconds, it slowly extinguished and dissipated.
"You don't care about your own body. If I didn't know, I would think that your body can be replaced." Yarlin stood up from the ground, and the surrounding Marines quickly retreated, leaving the middle of the field. He looked at Koshiro and said, "Powerful swordsmanship should be matched with a steel-like body to exert more lethality, what do you think?"
Half of his leg was cut off by himself. Koshiro stood straight with only one leg. He gently took off the blood-stained glasses, wiped it on his robe and put it back on. Then he said coldly, "You framed my identity of the revolutionary army, not to arrest me. Colonel Yarlin, what do you want to do?"
"Framed?" Yarlin spread out his five fingers, and a black line gushed out from his fingertips, intertwining into a spider web and covering Koshiro, "It may not be true. But you are right. I am not interested in the revolutionary army that is hiding. The one who really makes me feel valuable is Master Koshiro. "
With a clanging sound, the layers of spiderwebs were easily cut into pieces and scattered in the air. Koshiro's head tilted back, and the sole of his foot drew a semicircle on the ground. The blade in his hand pierced straight into the air. Arlen's figure flashed, and a black mist rose from his palm as it came down on Gaia.
"Of course, the dead Master Koshiro is valuable!" A cold voice came.
His body was far harder than steel, but in the face of Koshiro's sword, it was pierced through like tofu dregs. The bursting palm turned into strands of black lines that continued to wrap around Koshiro like a snake.
The blade danced in the air, cutting the black threads into tiny pieces. The speed was so fast that Arlen couldn't even see where the real blade was hiding. Arlen's eyes were filled with a dazzling array of sword images, but he couldn't see where the real blade was hiding.
Black shadows surrounded his body, and the blade that filled his vision seemed to be burning with black flames. Yarlin's waist suddenly twisted to dodge, and a blade pierced through his back.
"What a keen killing instinct. Did you find the real support of my body so quickly?" Yarlin's body moved forward, and the snake bone inside his chest twisted strangely to avoid the blade. He stretched out his hand, and the black lines condensed into a pale palm to grab the blade. "Unfortunately, the blade is not sharp enough! It's still not fast enough! "
The terrifying strength of steel clamped the blade, and the cold black flames wrapped around it, locking the blade like a rope from the underworld. Koshiro stared coldly at Yarlin, and the long blade in his hand was pulled out inch by inch and stabbed again.
As a great swordsman, absolutely no one could take the control of the blade from his hands. The blade was a part of his body, and there was nothing that he couldn't cut when he held the sword.
The black flame chain formed by the Yin mark was broken inch by inch, and the terrifying sword intent even cut off the Yin mark. It turned into drifting black gas and retracted back into Yarlin's palm. He pulled out the sword and stabbed again, but it was only a moment of delay, and Yarlin's whole body was already close to him. His shoulder hit his knee, and the terrifying power crashed into Koshiro's chest like a collapsing mountain. Then, he lifted his knee and kicked out. The straight instep leather shoe was like a black razor, and it shot at Koshiro's waist.
There was a cracking sound of ribs, and a piece of flesh was cut off from his waist. His kidneys shook violently and burst like a balloon. Koshiro's body flew out like a cannonball, and his right hand holding the blade was still firmly holding the hilt. He stabbed at Yarlin for the last time.
One sword!
Straight stab, the sword that condensed all of Koshiro's essence, Qi, and spirit stabbed out. The space seemed to collapse into a black spot. It was clearly a bright blade, but it seemed to penetrate a black hole, and the blade was dyed black.
There was darkness in front of him, and a strange swallowing force pulled Yarlin like a whirlpool of a black hole. Yarlin's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and countless shadows surged and burned all over his body. The Yin mark condensed into a twisted black snake that bit at the black sword.
Layers of black spots were frozen on the blade, and they withered and fell off inch by inch. The black snake was also crushed into black smoke. A black light appeared on Yarlin's body, and his whole body was like a piece of black steel, and he went up to the broken sword hilt.
His chest collapsed and caved in, and the sword hilt went straight into Yarlin's body like lightning. A huge hole exploded behind his back, and then the moment it shot out, it seemed to have completed its mission and shattered into dregs and was swept away by the wind.
The spine that was fused with the Yin mark and the black line in his body was like a peeling black snake, with dozens of mottled slits, and the deepest one cut into half of the snake bone.
"Ah ~"
The pain that seeped into the bone marrow made Yarlin's scalp numb. He took a long breath, and the hole in his body quickly solidified and healed. The mottled fine lines on the snake bone were also gathered by the black line and the shadow again. Countless silk threads wrapped around the wound like a bandage, and soon solidified and healed.
This inhuman black thread body, as long as all the vitality of the snake bone was not destroyed in an instant, he could shed all the damage like a snake shed its skin.
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