Ronin from Douluo

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Above the night sky, the clouds were churning, and in the huge vortex like a cave, there were lightning flashes and thunder.

The gust of wind howled again, like a giant beast, roaring and raging.

Gradually, bean-sized raindrops began to fall sparsely, and the rain became more and more dense, and finally, it turned into a downpour.

And below, the earth trembled, and the mountains shook and collapsed.

Two different powerful forces are fighting fiercely, colliding again and again, and the overflowing energy can instantly turn a huge boulder as tall as a man into dust.

Silver and black lightning intertwine, swords and swords, and the cold sword intent oppresses everything within a kilometer radius. Here, this space seems to have become an independent space, becoming... the world of swords !

In this non-stop continuous attack, the demon with Zeng Yi's face began to gradually feel powerless.

Because, there are too many opponents.

Hundreds, thousands, so many Zeng Yi, he didn't know what level of illusion this was, which made his perception, indistinguishable, aware, like a headless chicken.

To him, almost every Zeng Yi is like a real body.

Because, every Zengyi will cause substantial harm to him.

Therefore, he can't relax at all, he must block every sword that Zeng Yi cuts.

Unable to distract, no time to think, even no time to breathe, every second, every millisecond, is extremely urgent for him.

This is like a violent rainstorm, an extremely suffocating attack rhythm.

Not only that, the demon began to feel numb, he didn't know what was real or illusory, what's more, even the direction became confused and blurred.

Danger!

Losing the sense of direction is absolutely fatal to a person in combat.

There were more and more injuries on his body, even exceeding his own healing speed, and his breath began to become short.

"What, it's starting to become dull? Is it because the soul power is starting to lose its hold?"

Zeng Yi held a huge sword tightly in both hands, and slashed at the top of the demon.

The sharp strike of the sword burst out a series of beautiful sparks.

However, the power of the demon is even stronger.

The blade of the giant sword began to spread cracks like spider webs, and finally shattered. Even Zeng Yi himself was turned into countless fragments and scattered.

"If my guess is correct, every time you heal an injury, you need to consume soul power, right?"

Hearing this, the demon's eyes couldn't help shrinking.

However, this tiny detail was caught by Zeng Yi who attacked from the right.

"Looks like I guessed right."

And this avatar was divided into two halves by the demon's sword, but a deep wound appeared on his back.

"It is indeed a collection of resentment. Even if the body is split in half and the arm is cut off, it can quickly recover to the original. It is an enviable skill."

"However, why has the speed of wound healing slowed down? Sure enough, there is still a limit, haha."

During this uninterrupted onslaught, the sarcasm and sarcasm were constantly ringing in his ears, which made the demon's mentality almost explode.

This violent attack made him almost collapse.

Yes, he had indeed copied Zeng Yi's swordsmanship, he knew the opponent's attack route very well, and he was even able to see the flaws.

However, what he couldn't believe was that this person was simply a pervert, and even a pervert couldn't be described.

Because the opponent's swordsmanship is really too much.

Taidao, giant sword, short sword, long sword, heavy sword, etc., all kinds of sword skills with different styles, in his hands, it is like a fish in water, psychic, natural.

The swiftness of the sword, the power of the giant sword, and the lightness of the short sword, the demons cannot believe that each of the different styles of swordsmanship can be perfectly displayed on one person.

Even if it is him, he just copied the one that the other party is best at.

Fighting against such a person is like fighting against several sword masters with different styles at the same time.

why?

The evil spirit couldn't figure it out. He was obviously only in his 20s, but his practice of swordsmanship was more profound than those masters who had been silent on the swordsmanship for decades, or even spent their whole lives.

Could it be that this is destiny?

Is he the chosen one favored by Kendo?

"I don't believe it!"

The demon roared unwillingly, becoming more violent, and the terrifying soul power exploded.

This terrifying power caused cracks to appear on the earth, which are constantly extending.

I saw that the demon's face, which was exactly the same as Zeng Yi's, began to become unreal, ferocious, and distorted.

Different faces began to flicker non-stop on the demon's face.

There are also middle-aged men with straight and serious faces, there are also youths with green faces, there are women with charming looks, and there are also old people who are old...

These are all people who have been devoured and corroded by demons. Everyone's resentment and will seem to be in conflict and riot at this moment.

The flow of soul power still became irregular and became frantic.

The ominous catastrophic wind howled between the sky and the earth, and between the sky and the earth, dark leaves began to condense.

In an instant, countless pitch-black bamboo leaves filled the sky and the earth.

Every leaf is as sharp as a blade, shining coldly under the brilliance of the stars.

The fourth soul skill, Ye Wu!

This is not the soul skill released by Zeng Yi, but the evil demon, with all its strength, released this move, which is enough to destroy the terror of a huge city, a large-scale killing move!

The strong wind rolled up these stagnant bamboo leaves in mid-air, roaring like a mad dragon!

In an instant, a huge tornado appeared in the space and raged.

Looking from a distance, the terrifying sword-blade tornado is like a pillar linking the sky and the earth. The scene is so shocking, terrifying, like the end of the world.

This kind of indiscriminate covering attack caused Zeng Yi's soul skill, which was like a mirror image, to lose its due effect.

Countless Zeng Yi were smashed to pieces in this violent dragon-like storm, easily shattered like bubbles.

Countless swords began to shatter, and even boulders and mountain peaks could not bear it.

"Use my soul skills to deal with me? How ridiculous!"

Zeng Yi's body was stagnant in mid-air, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared and shouted as he looked at the black storm that was rushing towards him, with the corners of his mouth overflowing with blood.

The loose long hair is fluttering in the strong wind, like a figure of a demon god, fearless of everything.

The wind blows, the clouds surge.

Use all your strength, even burn your life, to fight for a second beyond the limit!

Just standing in the sky, the terrifying sword force is about to pierce the sky.

The airflow, wind pressure, and the naked eye form space distortions.

The wind began to show its most violent posture.

In an instant, a storm not weaker than the pitch-black tornado surged up and roared, protecting Zeng Yi's figure.

Bladestorm!

Between heaven and earth, two storms, like pillars of heaven, collided with each other, wearing away and devouring each other.

In this terrifying storm, the earth will be shattered and the mountains will be obliterated.

Within a few breaths, this place, which was still surrounded by mountains, was plowed into a wide open space.

In the storm, Zeng Yi's eyes were bloodshot, as if blood was about to overflow.

He clenched his teeth tightly, the muscles all over his body were tense, the veins were bulging, and even the skin began to crack, and blood overflowed.

At that moment, Lan cut out!

The crisp sound of the knife seemed to be the only sound in the world!

As for the Sword Master Chenmu who was watching the battle in the distance, at that moment, he seemed to see a miracle.

If someone asks, what is the limit of kendo?

Then, the Sword Master Chenmu would say that at this very moment, the scene he saw was the limit of the way of the sword.

The sword that cuts through the demons and transcends oneself.

Zeng Yi referred to this move as "the

Godless!

At that moment, the wind stopped, and it seemed that the whole world stopped.

As long as that sword light can be engraved on the soul even without eyes.

That sword, cut out from the storm, cut down vertically.

And the pitch-black tornado storm like a pillar of heaven was split into two halves and disappeared into the world.

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