The person is cursing and is a conjurer

Chapter 53: Fire burning in front of ice.

Shigure Qian's soul was completely ignited by the blue flame. The green sparks similar to fireflies made up for the missing soul. The flame replaced the soul, and everything about him changed.

Curse power, spell output, spell control.
They were all changing for the better. Shi Yuqian felt that something was about to grow from his soul. His intuition told him that it was a technique, a special technique engraved in his soul.

When the cyan spark completely replaces his own soul, his second technique will be completely born.

This may become your biggest secret.

Yamata suppressed the smile on his face, and he vaguely noticed the changes in Shigu Qian's body, "The fluctuations of the overflowing spell power have become much stronger."

"It feels the same as the previous fight in the sky."

"Is it hiding the power of the curse from the beginning, or..." Yamata thought quickly in his mind, "A spell that can instantly increase the power of the curse?"

"However, no matter what the situation is, it doesn't matter anymore. Losing the best and strongest means of attack is like a poisonous snake without its fangs."

"Hunters are not afraid of venomous snakes, let alone a toothless snake."

Yamata licked his mouth, feeling Shigure Qian awakening the power of the spell, and took action first, "Boy, try this move."

"It should look familiar to you."

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Yamata's mouth as he finished speaking.

After the palm seal was completed, dozens of extremely fine ice-blue gaps appeared in the air and slashed towards Shiguame.

This was exactly the attack Shiguame used to use "One Song" before, but now Yamata no Orochi used his move in a weird way.

The ice-blue gap slash was also extremely sharp. It only slightly scratched the top of the granite, leaving deep marks one after another in the remaining gaps.

"Can the spell that has been adapted to be reproduced?"

Such thoughts quickly flashed through Shigure's mind, "The ability to adapt to all things in the world."

"It can catalyze this process in the form of death, and after fully adapting, it can completely reproduce the opponent's spell."

"Is this Yamata no Orochi?"

Condensed pale cold air overflowed from Shigure's body, and he softly chanted the incantation: "Pale, drizzle, frost, snow and blood rain."

"The only way to defeat him right now is to use spells that cause effective damage to him and annihilate him before he can adapt."

"Seven times in a row."

There was no time to think of a specific execution plan seven times, nor was there time to ask whether he could kill Yamata no Orochi seven times. Shigure Qian's brain instinctively drove his body to take action.

Even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead of me, I will do it and go.

"When difficulties and sufferings befall you, even if you pray to God, no miracle will happen. If you cry for help, no heroes will come."

"Only by saving yourself can you save yourself."

The sudden slash cut through Shigure Qian, who was wrapped in the pale cold air, but no blood appeared, and the pale figure seemed to have passed through Yamata's slash.

The burning of the Blue Flame greatly increased Shigure Qian's spell power and spell output. Coupled with the whisper of the spell, the speed brought by "Pale Lead" has exceeded the speed of sound!

Before Yamata could react, Shiguame's palm was already pressed against the disgusting face of "Yuan Suqing", and he smashed Yamata to the ground in the same way again.

Without saying any words, Shigure Asa instinctively operated "Frost Like Snow" to maximum efficiency. The ice-blue cold air aimed at "life and function" covered Yamata's entire face, and then continued to overflow outwards.

The low temperature naturally condenses ice layers on the granite.

Yamata was covered in cold air and turned into an ice sculpture in an instant. The "frost like snow" released close to his face would freeze every cell in him in a very short period of time. The moment the ice sculpture froze, Yamata had already lost regained vitality.

Shigure Qian's fist overflowed with magical power, and he punched the ice sculpture, breaking the ice into countless ice shards.

"Yama-no-Orochi, the second death."

Just when the tiny ice shards were about to condense into a figure, Yamata's slashing attack and ice-blue cold air appeared first.

Layers upon layers of slashes formed a sword cage to imprison Shigure Qian, and the cold air flowed straight into the narrow space of the invisible sword.

Shigure Qian performed "Rain of Sorrow", and the cold air in the form of rain and mist appeared in the narrow space of the sword, and the effect of the Hayama Jutsu began to be invisible and frozen.

In a short period of time, the sword cage formed by the slashing and the ice-blue cold air were gradually wiped away, and the figure of Yamata lying on the ground was about to appear completely.

Without any hesitation, Shiguame withdrew the rain and mist-like cold air around him. Before the remaining slashes and ice-blue cold air fell on him, he struck at Yamata at a faster speed.

A long sword condensed in Shiguqian's hand. Different from the previous ice blue ancient sword made of "Ice Sword", this time the long sword in his hand was blood red.

The whole body is as red as jade, and the sword is slender. This is formed by the direct imitation of the blood-red cold air "Word of Blood".

When the sword slashes down, the blood-red slash will fall directly on the soul. This is a pure soul attack.

"Max, output."

The invisible blood-red slash penetrated Yamata's body and struck towards the soul.

In the condensed time, Shi Yuqian recited the incantation again, "Blood language and frost and snow, pale and drizzle."

[Blood Words]'s output reached its peak under the additional chanting of the spell. Even though Yamata consciously wrapped his soul with spell power, his soul immediately took a defensive posture.

But this scornful blow still broke through all Yamata's protection in an instant. The words of blood fell directly on the soul of Yamata no Orochi, and his soul was directly cut in half.

The attack on the soul reacts instinctively on the body.

Dark blood flowed out of Yamata's seven orifices, and he lay on the ground losing his life for the third time.

But at this time, Shigure Asa was no better than Yamata. In order to seize the opportunity just now and ensure a one-hit kill, he canceled the protective spells "Rain's Sorrow" and "White Induction" around him.

In that very short period of time, "Rain to Sorrow" did not completely eliminate all the attacks performed by Yamata. The ice-blue cold air froze Shiguqian's right hand that wielded the sword, and the remaining slashes also fell on it. On him.

Due to the physical quality enhanced by the huge magic power, the slash did not directly cut Shiguame's body in half, but only made deep blood marks. Bathed in the rain of blood, he looked even more miserable than Yamata. many.

The icy blue micro-cut slashed Shigure Qian to the ground without sparing any effort. Shiguqian stood up from the ground tremblingly, and "a song" appeared in his hand. He held the sword in his left hand and chopped down without hesitation. His right hand was frozen.

Blood spurts out, so crazy! "In places frozen by "frost like snow", all life cells will die. Even the reversal technique cannot repair it for a while. It is much more efficient to cut off the arm and use the reversal technique to restore it."

"Although it will hurt, it is nothing more than pain."

Shigu Qian tried his best to maintain the reversal technique, and the positive energy obtained by multiplying the spells quickly repaired the wounds on his body and arms. Soon, the wounds on his body healed perfectly, and his arms appeared again.

Gently waving Xinsheng's arm, Shigure said calmly: "It's the first time I've done this. It feels pretty good."

Under the long bangs, the golden eyes were shining brightly. Shi Yuqian smiled at the black figure standing on the other side and said, "It's my third life."

Yamata stood up from the ground, ignoring Shiguqian's sarcastic words. His eyes were full of excitement and satisfaction, "It's amazing, it's amazing. You can use a simple technique like this."

"However," Yamata said to Shigure Qian in front, "you probably don't have any means of attack."

"Go on, come on, let me see how long you can dance, right?"

Thousands of snow-white long swords were suspended in the air, and Yamata vividly displayed the spells he had stolen from Shigure Asa.

"You really learned how to be an apprentice, and you starved the master to death."

Looking at the ice sword bound by frost and snow in the sky, Shigure Qian complained leisurely, but his golden eyes were full of excitement.

It's been too long, too long, and I haven't encountered such a powerful opponent.

No, it can even be said that Shiguqian has never encountered such an opponent since he was born. His brain is madly conveying a message, "You need to try your best and surpass your own limits to defeat the opponent in front of you."

He was excited, as Yamata said, while satisfying his opponent, he was also pleasing himself.

In the first 12 years of his life, Shigure Qian was learning and consolidating his knowledge of conjuring. He read through the ancestral conjurer's notes passed down by the Shigure family again and again. At the age of only 12, he achieved the level of magic with astonishing talent. The state that our ancestors only reached in the twilight years of their lives, he completed the realm of "One Thought in the Ice Room" and completed the spell of "One Song".

After he turned 12 years old, he began to exorcise cursed spirits, and all the curses he encountered could be eliminated with just one sword.

"It's boring."

"So, is this the extent of the curse spirit?"

"I thought it would be stronger."

It wasn't until he fought Gojo Satoru at the age of 15 that young men of his own age were stronger than him. Shigure's silent heart began to tremble again. It was on that day that he really took his first step and began to walk on the road. A way to surpass one's ancestors.

Today, the cursed "Yama-no-Orochi" that I encountered required all my strength to defeat.

The body I have trained since childhood, the techniques, techniques, inspiration, and explosive power I have mastered, and I have to surpass my own limits again and again. It feels good to show them all like this!
Absolutely strong, lonely in the cold.

The snow-white long swords fell, one after another to the ground, and the circular altar turned into a sword tomb. A thick rainy mist-like cold air appeared around Shi Yuqian, and all the long swords scattered around him suddenly dissipated.

The long sword turned into ice blue and the cold air began to spread, and the cold air that could freeze "vitality" filled the entire altar.

What Yamata wanted to do was not to freeze Shigure's vitality with ice-blue cold air. He knew that Shigure's "rain mist" cold air could freeze the spells and spells.

What he wants to do is to influence Shiguqian to perform all-out "spell output". As long as the ultimate move cannot kill him, he will adapt to Shiguqian's spell, making it harder to kill, and the balance of victory will also change. Will lean towards him.

There is only one type of magic spell that a magician can create, so it is very rare to derive spells with different effects.

Nowadays, Shi Yuqian must be at the end of his rope.

A blood-red long sword appeared in Yamata's hand, [Word of Blood], a method aimed at the soul. He enjoyed the process of torturing others with their spells, repaying him with his own body.

"How does it feel when this sword falls on your soul?"

Yamata chuckled lightly, and then swung his sword. The blood-red slash slid in the ice-blue cold air, which was extremely gorgeous.

Strangely, Shigure Qian suddenly withdrew the cold air of rain and mist, and the silver-blue flame burned in his hands, "Reversal of the technique: Snow Flame."

Snow flames, flames produced by positive energy, are fatal to curse spirits and have extremely high temperatures.

Ran Ran's flames burned, and the silver-blue flames covered the entire ground. The bright fire elves danced and jumped. "Low temperature" and "high temperature" collided, and the entire circular altar exploded instantly.

In the roaring explosion, Shigure smiled slightly, and his pale figure blended into the smoke generated by the explosion.

Yamata lost his sight, and the black-scaled snakes emerging from his feet built walls of snakes around him. He was obviously caught off guard by the sudden explosion.

Shigure Qian was suspended in the air, his palms raised above his head, and silver-blue flames rose in his palms. He compressed the flames, gathered them, and kept gathering them. A huge incandescent light group appeared in his hands. It was an extremely hot ball. of flame.

"Snow flames gather together to blaze."

He threw the "small sun" off the altar. The hot fireball became bigger and bigger, and the white light covered everything. The world lit up at this moment. The granite of the altar and the trapezoidal building were all covered by this silver-blue light. The flames destroyed.

After the explosion dissipated, Shiguqian returned to the ground, and the remaining silver-blue flames were still beating around him.

The entire circular altar was blown open. It was an oval-shaped pit surrounded by flame-scorched soil.

Shiguame stood on a high place, looking down at Yamata in the pit. Just like before, Yamata looked at Shiguame like this.

"It's my fourth life."

The teasing but playful words fell into Yamata's ears, but at this moment, Yamata's face had no expression, and his golden snake eyes carefully looked at Shigure Ao above.

"Have you used the magic reversal yet?"

"It seems that there are no more resistance techniques for the reversal of the technique." A ball of silver-blue dancing flames appeared in Yamata's hand, "Simple concentration and gathering is really a crude and vulgar technique."

"I must have just mastered it not long ago."

"If that's the case." Yamata smiled sadly, "You should have no extra means of attack."

"It's such a pity. I cooperated with your attacks so much, but you could only kill me four times."

"Then let this battle end here."

Yamata made a palm print and said in a cold tone: "The realm expands, and the snake-skeleton god falls."

(End of this chapter)