The Sealer of the Sword

After that, I saw the figure without a single pause, and once again kicked the white dragon's bouncing body, and then the white dragon was kicked out in an instant like a baseball!

It wasn't until it hit a building in the distance and the words "indestructible" popped up in front of the building, and the white dragon's body smashed to the ground again.

With a wailing sound, it was completely turned into pieces and scattered on the ground.

All this happened so fast that after the figure killed the white dragon in a flash, the people in the raiding group were still staring blankly there.

"What are you struggling with?" The figure that became the focus of the crowd, but after straightly shaking her small sharp claws, she turned her head to look at Yan Ye: "You used to want to kill your concubine, go to where?"

Jiao's small figure, obviously silver-white but with long pink hair no matter how you look at it, looks like a beautiful girl with the most perfect handicrafts, but with a bloodthirsty smile that doesn't match her, she just stood there, looking in her eyes. Only Yan Ye was alone.

"Master of the concubine."

The girl's words just wrapped around Yan Ye's ears.

It was not until the girl's figure came into view that Yan Ye covered his face and smiled.

Laughing dumbly, laughing relievedly, laughing happily, laughing madly, laughing very happily.

Yes, yes!

What are you struggling with?

Obviously, when there was nothing in the past, I was able to care about nothing, care about nothing, and think about nothing.

Just follow the thoughts that belong to you.

Now, why are you bound by those things, so careful not to die?

Don't you already have no fear of death?

so--

"Solution."

Yan Ye smiled and shouted out words that made people around him not know what to do.

The Zanpakutō drawn from his waist went straight in Yan Ye's words and fell from his hand.

Until it sank straight into the ground without any waves, Yan Ye released the hand covering his cheek.

Laughing, laughing crazy.

give up?

ridiculous.

With power but restrained?

ridiculous.

In the past life, he clearly didn't care about the state of dying tomorrow.

Obviously, when I first entered this and the game, I felt inexplicably relaxed.

Yes, compared to the real world, the world here makes Yan Ye feel reborn.

die?

"I don't care about that kind of thing anymore!!!!" Yan Ye roared with a smile, and slammed his free hand in front of him: "Qianben Sakura Jingyan!!!"

Countless blades burst from the ground with Yan Ye's roar!

The two rows of sharp-edged paths formed by separating everyone around them, and the countless sharp-edged blades that shattered from the blades turned into cherry blossom petals and scattered throughout the sky!

Yan Ye stretched his right hand to the side, the cherry blossoms began to condense, and finally turned into a thousand cherry blossoms in his hands!

Even if I die tomorrow, I will stab the world with a knife!

"Jianjing·Thousands of Sakura Jingyan."

Countless cherry blossom petals began to congeal, and finally, in front of the players who had no idea what was going on at all, around Yan Ye, they turned into a thousand sharp blades, quietly suspended beside Yan Ye.

104 Feast of the White Dragon with a single brush T

Oh My God.

Is this the treasure house of the king?

Yan Ye glanced at the thousand sharp blades suspended beside him, and couldn't help grinning.

However, although it is comparable to the King's Treasure House in stance, Yan Ye also believes that if "Jijing · Qianben Sakurajingyan" really matches the King's Treasure House of Jinpika, it will not even take a second.

Are you going to completely collapse here?

Well, it's useless to think about it.

"Hey, system, if Kayaba Akihiko plans to eliminate us, will you disappear?" Yan Ye said to himself with a smile.

Yan Ye held Qianben Sakura in his hand, and while the players in the surrounding strategy group were stunned and couldn't understand the situation at all, he walked straight in the direction of the two remaining white dragons in the sky.

Yan Ye doesn't care about the crowd around him at all, but the crowd can care that Yan Ye cares to death.

Then I don't know who shouted: "Isn't that 'Death'?!"

With the man's words, the crowd began to whisper in an instant, and some people even turned out the newspaper of the day, compared Yan Ye and the portraits on the newspaper, and then they became noisy again.

Yan Ye heard the noises in his ears, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little.