I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

[She was eroded by ghosts? Or was it controlled by the sword? ] Just the moment of a fight, the three-sword style swordsman with a high level of kendo realized something was wrong.

He had also heard that some swordsmen with insufficient strength were unable to control them, and he was in turn controlled by the demon sword.

But Sauron faintly felt that something was wrong.

How can the guy who is really backlashed by the demon sword and ghost energy have such clear and sharp eyes as Da Siqi?

The sword moves are dense and not disordered, and the faster and less chaotic, each sword seems to have been calculated for a long time, with a clear intention.

This kind of performance is by no means a response to being affected by erosion, but more like... more like deliberate guidance.

With the spirituality of the sword itself of the three generations of Onitoru, the power of sword skills can be increased.

However, if he had left the cooperation of Ghost Toru, Da Siqi could not wield such a terrifying sword aura again no matter what.

In addition to consternation, Sauron had already added several fine wounds to his body. He believed that he could not learn Da Siqi's sorrowful operation. You must know that most swordsmen follow the concept of step by step.

Through frequent sword skills exchanges with other swordsmen, and the sharpening of the state of mind, you can feel the "breathing of all things" step by step, and reach the state of cutting iron marked by swordsmen.

Da Siqi was manipulated by ghosts that seemed to be "distracted by the devil", but it was actually a different way.

With her unique and keen perception, the spirituality of the sword and sword under the guise of her name directly skipped her mind.

The sword went slant forward, relying on external force to exert a power comparable to that of cutting iron.

Sauron didn't know whether this was good or bad, because there were both pros and cons.

This dependence on foreign objects will inevitably have an impact on her future improvement of her mood, but the rare feeling of "human and sword unity" is also precious and very precious.

It’s like a student taking the opportunity to skip a grade and go to the upper grades to listen in. It is true that they cannot fully understand what is being said, nor can they understand the ghost symbols on the blackboard, but they can step on the ladder probe to take a look before other people. Come down.

The sword light was kept on the knife by the three generations of ghosts, and the whole knife seemed to extend several meters in length from the tip of the knife.

【One Sword Style·Youfeng】

Dragging the long knife that swallowed the purple glow, Da Siqi swept Sauron away with a single blow.

"Do you want to continue?" The woman standing with the knife did not continue to perform a continuous offensive, but instead quietly warned the youth.

Even though Hedaoyi's words were in front of him, the feeling of being slashed by the sword energy was still uncomfortable.

I only lost to Hawkeye not long ago. Although the huge wound caused by the black knife [Night] was sutured and anti-inflammatory in the emergency medical cabin on the ship, how could it be healed in just a few hours?

Immediately, the blood flowed down the sutures, but Sauron grinned and said, "Go on, I haven't lost consciousness yet!"

"Okay," Da Siqi, who was still somewhat affected by the evil spirits of the three generations of ghosts, integrated into the sword with all his heart, looked a little cold.

She dragged the knife, swallowing sharp chopping waves and ghostly energy, extending the knife almost to the length of the Odachi.

[One Sword Flow Uprising·Killing]

The six consecutive swords are all the most basic swordsmanship that can be simplified. It came from six directions in a flash, so fast that even others mistakenly thought it was only a cut.

The surging murderous intent was also concentrated, and the moment the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, the sharp edge of the last charged force opened a deep ravine of tens of meters before getting close.

But Sauron didn't seem to see the dazzling lights of the knife. He tried his best to open his eyes and tried to aim the blurred vision at the black-haired girl.

Every nerve in his mind was constantly sending extremely dangerous signals to Sauron because of the terrifying sword aura of the three generations of ghosts.

The persevering youth only saw the ripples of memories like a revolving lantern.

Guina.

The girl whom he deeply admired and admired was defeated to her in the 2001 competition without any suspense.

Being stuck in hard practice, it is too late to say goodbye to her.

Unexpectedly, the heavens and the people will never see each other again.

So every time he held the words of Daoyi, Sauron seemed to feel her staring at him with a smile on her face.

After being paralyzed by alcohol, he seemed to be able to see the girl softly sticking to his back and indulging himself again and again with a little angrily.

It seemed that every time, Sauron wanted to open his mouth and tell her everything.

However, between the opening and closing of his lips and teeth, the tenderness of that cavity was suddenly stopped.

The figure turned his back to him, eventually moving further and further in the shattered dream.

"It's enough to see the ‘unseen’." Suolong suddenly smiled, and his sword qi almost rushed forward in the blink of an eye. However, he changed his normal and solemnly put the sword in its sheath.

He knew that the person was not her, but he was still in a daze under the other's 7-point and 9-point face.

The word Hedao is her sword.

When he prayed to his master to give him the word Hedao, he hoped that she could witness each other's dreams? Or do you simply want to spend more time with her by your side?

About Mo can't remember.

The faint memories and the darker and heavier eyelids made Sauron want to fall asleep.

With a steady "breathing sound", I fell asleep.

In the ears, everything seemed to recover suddenly, and the breath of the grass and trees in the distance burst like spring thunder in the heart.

However, the clearest thing was her voice.

The words of Hedao are no longer as silent as before, and thousands of murmurs converge into one sentence.

She said: Don't lose here.

Like her, he loves the sword, so he doesn't have time to learn other techniques for expressing affection and heart. He has never shown even the simplest singing in front of Guina.

"I can't sing yet." The young man sighed from the bottom of his heart.

I never sang for you, I never sang for you.

The rush of life and death will be separated from each other, and it is hard to hear her voice.

There was singing faintly, like a sorrow, like a sob, admiration and sadness.

This is a poem written to the dead.

No sword aura, no hustle and bustle, and the words of He Daoyi, who were out of the sheath, returned to their sheaths once again.

"One Sword Flow Upanishad·Lion Elegy!"

Six purple awns filled the sky with sword aura and collapsed at one touch.