Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The rest is to rely on Ais' aptitude to use this power.

Finally, under Ais' continuous onslaught and rebound, Ashina Genichiro had a huge flaw.

The blond girl didn't miss this flaw, she quickly stepped back dozens of steps, and in an instant, she squeezed all the strength and magic element of her body to the limit, and the breeze entwined around her body also turned into a hurricane.

With the knife sheathed, Ais seemed to focus all her energy on the blade.

"—"Cross Slash." "

The simple and unpretentious name represents the powerful moves of the famous celebrity Wei.

From top to bottom, from left to right, the simultaneous slashes converged into a cross.

On Ais' pitch-black blade, there was even a faint slashing halo of pure white color.

Cultivating one of the swords to a certain extreme, the attribute of "sharpness" naturally opened the door to the girl.

Even if the red-eyed youth resisted with a sword, it could not be offset, and the white halo passed through the lotus blade and fell on him as it really was.

The battlefield froze after this fight.

Everyone looked at the center of the battlefield with bated breath, wanting to know who Jian Ji and the humanoid monster with terrifying swordsmanship would win.

The battle of blades in a short period of time has conquered all the adventurers in Rivera Town.

After a while, the red-eyed youth's chest burst into a bloody cross, and he fell to the ground helplessly.

"Win!"

"As expected of the sword princess!"

"Miss Ace is amazing!"

"In the end, why did the maze give birth to such terrifying monsters? If I go up, I will be killed in an instant..."

The adventurers cheered, but only Rope nodded slightly.

After defeating Genichiro Ashina, the training he had prepared for Ais was just the beginning.

"Let me take a good look at it, whether you have the courage and aptitude to surpass that "Old Sword Saint", Ais... After you have crossed over, it is the power you have always longed for. "

Chapter [-] The Sword Saint of Thunder and Karmic Fire, the Promoted Sword Saint

After defeating her opponent, Ais breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when she was about to scabbard her sword and return to her teacher Luo Pei, there was a slight murmur from the young man with red eyes next to her.

"In the end...even if it's an illusory shadow, I can't accomplish anything..."

As Genichiro Ashina stood up with difficulty, the cheers of the adventurers stopped.

They all felt incredible, that slash that could almost split the body to pieces, couldn't show the effect on this humanoid monster?

Speaking of shock, Ais herself was the most shocking.

She knew very well that the "Cross Slash" just now not only cut off the spine of the young man with red eyes, but also cut off his heart and lungs.

Even "toughness" is too much.

Just like immortality.

Ais focused her attention, but Genichiro Ashina did not attack again.

He looked at Rope on the edge of the battlefield, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I see... this is your purpose... It's obviously an illusory shadow created by you, why do you give me such a clear mind..."

He put the lotus blade on his neck.

"Well, in this way, you will get your wish..."

Next, something happened that shocked everyone present.

The red-eyed youth slashed himself with a sword, blood splashed three feet, bowed his head and lost his voice.

The rest of the people did not expect that the humanoid monster whose swordsmanship was so terrifying would choose such a dramatic ending, ending with suicide.

Ais was also at a loss, looking at Rope blankly.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Strange sounds resounded through the reeds, and the chattering crowd stopped talking.

Ais turned her head to look at Genichiro Ashina's position, and in an instant, a cold air rushed to the top of her head from the soles of her feet, causing the girl's pupils to shrink unnaturally.

I saw the young man with red eyes, who was still standing despite his death, stretched out a thin arm from the wound on his neck.

The black miasma swept through the sky and covered the earth, like the low voice of the god of death in the underworld, and ruffled Ais' golden hair.

The arm took the lotus blade in the hands of the red-eyed youth, and in a creepy state, he slowly pulled out his entire body from the wound.

It was a one-eyed old man with a scar on his face.

His thin body was covered in aqua blue short sleeves, and the helmet was of a style that Ace had never seen before.

Although it looked dry, as if a gust of wind could blow, the pressure the old man put on Ais was incomparable to the young man with red eyes just now.

If the enemy just now was a rusty sword, then the old man in front of him is like a sword in a sheath, keeping a bright murder sword.