I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Da Siqi seems to be manipulated by ghost energy like "going mad", but he has found another way.

Relying on her unique and keen perception, she directly skipped the state of mind torture under the guise of the spirituality of famous swords.

The sword is slanted forward, relying on external force to exert a power comparable to cutting iron.

Sauron didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, because there were both advantages and disadvantages.

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

It's like a student taking the opportunity to skip a grade and go to a senior grade to observe. Although he can't fully understand what is being said, and he can't understand the ghost symbols on the blackboard, he can step on the ladder earlier than others to take a look, and then slip away down.

The sword light was stored on the body of the sword by the three generations of ghosts, so that the whole knife seemed to extend several meters from the tip of the knife.

【One Blade Style · Quiet Front】

Dragging the long knife with purple mans chopping waves, Da Siqi swept Sauron far away with one blow.

"Do you want to continue?" The woman standing with a knife did not continue to make continuous offensives, but warned the young man softly.

Although He Daoyi's words were in front of him, the feeling of being sent flying by the sword energy was still uncomfortable.

Not long ago, he lost to Hawkeye, and the huge wound caused by the black knife [Ye] was sutured and sterilized in the emergency medical cabin on the ship, but how could it be healed in just a few hours?

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

"Okay," Dashiqi, who was more or less influenced by the evil spirit of the third generation of ghosts, who was fully integrated and tended to use the sword, seemed a little cold.

She dragged the saber forward, breathing out the sharp chopping waves and ghostly aura, and extended the saber almost to the length of the Odachi.

[One-Sword Style Profound Art·Killing]

The six swords in a row are all simple and basic sword moves.It came from six directions in an instant, so fast that even others mistakenly thought that it was only a single strike.

Surging murderous intent also poured down concentratedly, and at the moment when the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the sharp edge that was finally charged and unified cut the ground into 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, trying to focus his blurred vision on the black-haired girl.

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

Persevering, the young man only saw the ripples of memories like a revolving lantern.

Guina.

That girl whom he deeply admired and adored, lost to her without any suspense in the 2001st competition that year.

Being caught in the assiduous practice, I didn't have time to say goodbye to her.

Unexpectedly, at this point, heaven and man will never see each other again.

So every time he held the Dao Yi character, Sauron seemed to feel that she was looking at him with a smile on her face.

After being paralyzed by alcohol, he seems to be able to see the girl gently sticking to his back, pampering himself helplessly and angrily again and again.

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

However, between the opening and closing of the lips and teeth, the tenderness in that cavity suddenly stagnated.

But that figure turned its back to him, and finally walked further and further away in the fragmented dreamland.

"It's enough to see the 'unseen man'." Sauron suddenly smiled sadly, and the sword energy almost rushed to him in the blink of an eye, but he changed his usual routine and solemnly put the sword back into its sheath.

He knew that the person wasn't her, but he still lost his mind under the face of the other party who was 7% similar in appearance and 9% similar in spirit.

The word He Dao is her sword.

When he prayed to his master to give him the word He Dao, did he hope that she would witness the common dream of each other?Or do you simply want to spend more time with her by your side?

Jomo doesn't remember.

The gradually blurred memory and increasingly dark and heavy eyelids made Sauron wish to fall asleep right away.

Accompanied by the steady "breathing sound", he fell asleep.

In the ears, it seems that everything is revived suddenly, and the sound of the breathing of the distant vegetation is like a spring thunder blasting in the heart.

However, the clearest thing was her voice.

He Dao's words are no longer as silent as before, and thousands of murmurs converge into one sentence.

She said: Don't lose here.

Like her, he was in love with the sword, so he didn't have time to learn other techniques of expressing his feelings and hearts.He never showed Guina even the simplest singing.

"I can't sing." The young man sighed in his heart.

I never sang loudly for you, I never sang softly for you.

Hasty life and death will separate each other, and it will be difficult to hear her voice in the ear.

There is a faint voice of singing, like mourning, whimpering, admiration, and sadness.

This is a poem for the dead.

There was no sword energy, no noise, and the words He Dao, who had unsheathed at some point, came back into the sheath again.

"One-knife Mystery · Lion's Elegy!"

The sword energy of six purple awns all over the sky collapses at the touch of a touch.