Chapter 591
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The shouts of their father and master woke up the two apprentices who were whispering to each other. They quickly came to Ku Shuo's side. They saw Ku Shuo's eyes shining with the radiance of the spiritual realm. The sword that represented the identity of the Twilight Eye hovered beside him, exuding a powerful magical aura.
"I think our target stayed around here for a while."
Although Ku Shuo said this, Jie and Shen were at a loss because they didn't have Ku Shuo's vision. Everything they saw was tranquil and ordinary. But at the next moment, Ku Shuo placed his hands on the shoulders of his son and disciple respectively, sharing his vision with his children.
It was as if everything before them was dyed with a different color. The things that couldn't be seen in reality were so obvious at this moment. They clearly saw an incomparably huge figure stopping here and thinking about something. And on his body, a powerful magical aura that they couldn't imagine was constantly shining. If their magical aura was like a ball of fire in this spiritual realm, then the magical aura of the other party was like the sun that fell into the earth, making them unable to look at it directly.
However, just when the two of them were shocked by such an incredible creature, their father spoke again, pulling them back from their shock.
"This is just an illusion of his existence. And at this time, he's obviously just an illusion. But I've seen the wounds of those who were killed. It's obvious that they were killed by the monster that this kid mentioned. But what's puzzling is that his power is full of vitality and the aura of the sun. He should be a holy spirit walking in the mortal world … Why would he associate himself with such a tyrannical ancient evil creature? "
Ku Shuo's face was full of doubts. In his opinion, the creature with wings on his back and a huge sword in his hand was obviously a holy spirit. But the other party joined forces with an evil creature that shouldn't exist in this world to slaughter mortals and liberate more evil creatures. Ku Shuo couldn't think of a reason that could convince him.
Because magic was the embodiment of a person. If the other party was an evil existence, then there must be something disharmonious in the magical aura left on his body. But strangely, there wasn't anything at all. It was as if the other party genuinely felt that killing humans was a gift and slaughtering mortals was redemption. But in that case, there should be curses and resentment on his body. But as far as Ku Shuo could see, there were none.
This was the first time he saw such a strange thing.
"I-I don't understand either."
Shen stuttered. He really couldn't imagine what kind of person could be an enemy of such a creature. But Ku Shuo couldn't help but frown when he heard Shen's stuttering. Although he let the two juniors watch this to broaden their horizons and didn't expect them to see something that even he couldn't see, Shen's current performance still made him a little disappointed.
Shen's willpower was too weak!
"Are we going to fight such a creature?"
Jie noticed this, so he quickly gave a 'not very good' answer, similarly showing his own cowardice. On the other hand, Ku Shuo couldn't help but nod in admiration. He felt that Ku Shuo's guts had improved once again. He was indeed worthy of being chosen as his successor. Ku Shuo wouldn't let him down.
But now, there were more important matters. Ku Shuo turned to Yasuo, who had been used as a casting tool by them. Even though their spells wouldn't cause any trouble to this young man, his mental state was inevitably deteriorating. Ku Shuo hated people like Yasuo the most, so he couldn't help but pucker his brows.
"You'll have to ask our friend that question."
Yasuo heard them talking about him. He didn't want to answer the questions of these people who would kill him sooner or later. But after the image of his mother's face flashed in his mind, he let out a long sigh and tried his best not to show his disgust and hatred for them.
"The winged, holy-looking being is called Yatokus. He calls the scythe-wielding devil 'brother'. The scythe-wielding devil is called Laast. When I fought him, my wind couldn't even blow away the magical aura of the dark-skinned devil called Laast. My sword couldn't even make a small cut on his body. Even though I don't know what you're capable of, you'll only be courting death if you use steel swords to deal with them. "
He didn't want to bring shame to his mother in the last part of his life. If he cooperated and behaved like a human in the end, then even though his deeds weren't glorious, they could still be considered decent. His mother's life in the village would also be much better. After all, he had sacrificed his life for the sake of avenging those people and showed the so-called courage.
And this was the only thing he could do.
However, the information that he had mustered up his courage to reveal was refuted by a single sentence from Ku while he was still in shock.
"How fast can your sword be?"
Bitter said with a stern expression. Even though Yasuo didn't sense a trace of doubt from his tone, these words were an insult to a swordsman. If it were in the past, Yasuo would definitely challenge him and swear that he would use his blood to prove how fast his sword was.
But now …
"I … I'm not sure. I seem to be able to cut through steel … But my sword doesn't seem to be able to do that because I seem to remember breaking the hatchet when I was chopping firewood …"
The humiliated Yasuo recalled the past and wanted to use his past achievements to shut this disgusting old man up. But what made him astonished and hesitant was that the memories of using the sword had become blurry in his mind. He realized that although he knew that he was an expert in swordsmanship and was a genius in wind magic, he had easily comprehended the Imperial Wind Swordsmanship that countless people couldn't get started in at such a young age, and he was very proficient in controlling it. However, the memories of him swinging his sword and practicing his swordsmanship were as if they were underwater. He couldn't see clearly who he was practicing with and what happened during the practice. He couldn't see clearly in his memories.
"Am I really a skilled swordsman?"
He couldn't help but wonder.
"Is that so … But to be able to break the defense of a sword forged by a blacksmith … I'm afraid we need some unique swordsman."
In the end, Cong Yasuo figured out the strength of the Dark Descendant's body. But this was different from what he knew from the ancient books and legends. An enemy of this level and a body that could ignore ordinary weapons made him think of a sword.
To be more precise, 'this sword' should be called a swordsmanship school and this school of swordsmanship was famous in all kinds of meanings.
Because it was called …
Wuji.
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