Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"It doesn't matter, when you became a murderer, didn't you also give up the glory of the royal family?"

Jiu Baizang nodded, and answered in agreement: "I think this is very good, very good—now, it's just two rogues who have no title to fight here."

Win or lose, it's just a fight between two wild dogs.

Without compromising the royal name.

Just like that, he raised the blade and aimed it at his face.

Until the end, Jiubaizang felt lucky and proud of this.

He said, "Draw your sword, murderer!"

At that moment, Wujo closed his eyes in disappointment.

When he raised his eyes again, he lost the calmness and smile he used to cover up in the past, leaving only a deadly pitch black and icy cold.

Originally, according to Lin Xuan's personality, it would be certain that the first reaction was not to have anything to do with this troublesome matter within the royal family, and the other party had no intention of stopping him at all, and in fact she did.

First!Never be impulsive; second!Absolutely not missing any bad things; third!The referee is absolutely fair and beautiful. The referee is an enthusiastic citizen, Ling Yuer, who came to see him.

"Then one side is a murderer who wants to make the world feel pain, and the other side is a samurai who has been framed. In this duel, let me be the referee!"

With the title of goodwill ambassador, as long as she doesn't do anything, the royal family has nothing to say.

The important thing is that she inexplicably found this very interesting, so she didn't leave.

I don't understand why such an incapable ordinary person can still do this kind of behavior under such circumstances, but Wujohu didn't pay attention to the goodwill ambassador's words at all. The arrival of the witch was unexpected, and Bai Wang's shot It is also unexpected, if everything is really as the Tomb Raider said, then the ending of this timeline will also be unexpected?

But what did that matter to him?

The last disguise is removed, and the face of the evil beast is revealed here.

The blood-stained blade was raised.

Across the melting frost and dried blood on the ground, a chilling murderous intent rose up.

There is no need to use any language to express and narrate. The moment you make up your mind, there will only be one result—between the murderer and the ronin Jiubaizang, there will only be one person who can leave alive.

Other than that, there is no possibility.

The air froze between the cold light of the blade.

It was as if the hands of time had stopped.

The world is silent, and even the sound of breathing is rapidly disappearing.Gone are the dazzling apparitions, the dry moans and the tensed whines, the soul-stirring scents and the piercing stench.

Pure killing intent smashed these insignificant things into pieces.

All that remains are the eyes of each other and the sword in their hands.

It was obviously short-lived for less than a moment, but in the senses, it seemed like a long and never-ending period, turning into a terrifying torment like hell.

until the light bursts out.

A tyrannical thunder roared from outside the sky, tore apart his self-improvement diaphragm, stretched his body frantically, and spread into a blazing thunder that pierced the sky and the ground.

From the sky!

The roar that overlapped in one place suddenly burst out, mixed with the loud noise of thunder.

Samurai draws sword.

After crossing a long distance, the fierce confrontation ended in an instant.

The demons had already crossed over with the samurai.

Only blood spurted out from Jiubaizang's chest.

The indestructible broken blade fell out of his hand and pierced into the soil.Immediately afterwards, a scarlet torrent gushed out from the opening in his chest.

Chess is one move.

He was slow for a moment.

The outcome is decided, and life and death are divided.

"I didn't expect that the one who came to ask for me instead of the royal family turned out to be a wild samurai who didn't even have the qualifications to declare his family name. Now is the age of man..."

Wujohu turned his head, glanced at the fallen opponent, and sneered: "It's ridiculous, Jiubaizang. Didn't someone tell you—your swordsmanship is never worth mentioning."

The girl who watched the battle did not lose the result.

"Do you know? It's the last chance just now. After the Vajra Realm is formed, even the crowned one can't leave here..."

The blood-stained face like a fox raised her head, and looked at the girl watching the game in front of her, like an audience under the stage, or facing the judges of the performers, her beautiful eyes were as deep as black holes, she just shook her phone and pressed 120 , the magic mirror of nothingness shook, like a fragile curtain.

"The duel is not over yet, Mr. Murderer."

He seemed to have said something else.

But Jiubaizang could no longer hear clearly.

The familiar trance and sleepiness hit again, hugging him, trying to pull him into the dark side of eternity.

It seemed that someone was talking about something, but it was too far away and too vague.

He gradually closed his eyes.

"Stand up, Jiubaizang!"

In the darkness, a cold and old voice sounded from his ears: "Stand up for me, immediately! How shameful do you have to be before you give up?"

teacher!

At that moment, he finally remembered where he was.

Who are you.

"I am... a samurai, Kubaizang!"

He opened his eyes and stared at the rapidly darkening and collapsing demon world, staring at the enemy's back.

Use your last strength to prop up your body.

The shattered soul shrieked with blood and climbed up from the ground again. Even if he couldn't get up, he still groped and searched for his weapon.

The showdown is not over yet!

"Come on, Goro."

He said, "I'm right here."

Wutiao's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned his head slowly.

On the face that looked like a fox, the mocking smile gradually faded, and it became angry.

"It's really haunted..."

The murderer grinned, turned around, and his expression became ugly and crazy: "This time, I will not forget the last step again, Jiubaizang."

Stepping on the pool of blood spreading on the ground, Wu Tiao stepped forward and raised his sword blade.

There was no anger, and there was no loss of control and neglect.

Instead, he was prepared to stand up, not distracted, and even go all out to deal with this dying opponent, leaving no chance for negligence and comeback, and simply gave him the final break.

Cut off all pain and worry.

Even though Jiu Baizang had lost the strength to stand up, he could no longer see his appearance clearly.

The moment of returning to the light has passed.

Now, the incomplete famous knife was stabbed in a pool of blood, and he didn't even have the sword in his hand.As if anticipating his passing, Qiushui trembled and wailed faintly.

But Jiubaizang didn't feel any pity.

As Goro said, his swordsmanship has never been worth mentioning, and he is not worthy of such a sword.

Even earlier, he knew it all.

"You are, Deadwood."

This is the conclusion, the cruelest truth and the most painful result ever reached by the old man known as the Sword Saint.

I don't know how many times, the irritable old man scolded: "Why can't learn to give up? Is there only one way to repay kindness and righteousness in this world!"

"I want to follow that lord... I want to be like that lord."

The former Jiubaizang knelt on the ground, paid homage, and prayed from the bottom of his heart: "Teacher, please forgive me—please teach me!"

But in the eyes of the old man, there was only pity and regret.

"Lishan Jiubaizang, you don't have talent and talent. Give up, no matter how hard you try, the way of swordsmanship will not favor you." He said, "If you want to win, you can only choose between swordsmanship and life." One, even if this is the case, it doesn't matter!"

How to describe the ecstasy and tranquility of that moment?

It's as if the wishes of a lifetime were fulfilled and all the hard work was rewarded.

Behold, this is not a dead end, how generous this world is, even a blunt person like himself can accept hope!

He shed tears of gratitude and kept kowtowing: "It's really great... I can finally live up to the kindness and expectations of that adult..."

After the long silence, there were only sighs of pity.

"So, this is the last skill I can teach you as a teacher - how to give up your life."

This was the last teaching that the old man left him, everything that happened after that, everything that he learned after that, and everything that he inherited after that, has long been engraved in his marrow and soul.

Day after day, year after year.

20 years of hard training and waiting, countless times of pain to tears and incontinence, at this moment, now, finally ushered in the reward.

At that moment, he raised his eyes and stared at Jiujing who was close at hand.

Smile.

From the broken body, there is a bright light rising into the sky.

It was the 20-year flame bursting out from the soul.

A majestic phantom rose from his wreckage, revealing the terrifying majesty of King Fudo Ming, and a chilling flame burned in his eyes, along with his soul.

In the frozen time, the mighty running streamer shrinks into a line, and the will and determination in the furnace turn into steel.Reversing the boundary between life and death, stirring the axis of heaven and earth, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and free!

——everything, everything will be destroyed!

This is once in a lifetime, draw the knife!

cut!

……

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Chapter 680 Mirage Light

After the momentary brilliance and sparkle, the dream and life burn out together

Only dust and ashes fell from the sky

The world gradually crumbles and crumbles before my eyes, disappearing without a trace

It's all going away fast, waving goodbye

It's too late to confirm the result of that sword, but that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore.Maybe he once felt extremely uneasy and fearful about everything in this world, but only this sword, he would not doubt

because it's over

Whether it's the other party or yourself

In the rapidly darkening world, countless glimpses of light flashed before Jiu Baizang's eyes

The insignificant essence accumulated in a long life flies away before my eyes, and what I bring is not anxiety and fear, but indescribable fulfillment and gratitude

It was as if, returning to the past again, everything became so real under the conversation, laughter, language, wine glasses, moonlight and flowers

The phantom of the past emerged from the dust, quietly standing on both sides of the road, silently bidding him farewell

Familiar faces keep appearing, with warm eyes

Lord Touma, Sensei, Lord Yuzao, Your Highness the General... Saruma, Otengu, Your Excellency Yaodaoji, and Miss Yuer...

At the end of the darkness, Jiu Baizang looked back, bent down gratefully, and extended his final thanks to those who accompanied, encouraged, and helped him along the way

For a long time, I have taken care of you