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mirror world.

The two figures shuttle rapidly among the mirror images of tall buildings!

boom--! ! !

A lens flew out from the hand of the silver-robed oracle, zooming in rapidly, like a knife blade as high as a building, it slashed across the street, razed dozens of buildings to the ground, and made a loud buzzing sound.

Thick smoke billowed everywhere.

In the smoke and dust, Uncle Jingsuke was holding an empty scabbard, walking among the gravel, deftly avoiding all attacks, and the withered red rose on his waist swayed slightly.

After he looked back, the silver-robed oracle was like a flying bird, flying across the sky and hitting him straight!

Boom-! !

The silver figure fell in front of Uncle Kyosuke like a meteorite, smashing out dense cracks, and the ground seemed to be shattered quickly like a mirror hit by a hammer.

Holding the [Black Rope] in his hand, the silver-robed oracle looked at Uncle Kyosuke mockingly, and said slowly:

"Youli Heizhe, let's give up resisting, just with your scabbard, it is impossible to be my opponent..."

Uncle Kyosuke, who was wearing a flamboyant sequined suit, looked at him calmly, "Even if I only have the scabbard, you still haven't been able to catch me, have you?"

The silver-robed oracle frowned slightly, "It's not because your hypnosis and illusion are too cunning, it's just a mere mischief..."

"Mere?" Uncle Jingjie laughed, "Don't you also have a Fujin knife in your hand? Why don't you try and pull it out?"

The face of the silver-robed oracle became even more gloomy, and he looked down at the [black rope] in his hand, as if he was a little moved.

The Fujin Knife, and the owner of the Fujin Knife, have always been the old enemies of the oracles, but so far the silver-robed oracle has never held a Fujin Knife in his own hands, saying that only its owner can pull out the Fujin Knife. He didn't believe it.

"So what if you try?"

The silver-robed oracle put his right hand on the handle of the knife, and suddenly exerted force with his palm!

The incomparably silky [Black Rope] in Han Chuansi's hand was as motionless as a rock at the moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out even half a cent!

You must know that the oracle himself is already a reformed person, and his power is extremely terrifying. It is not a problem for him to punch down and smash a building, but at this moment, he has nothing to do with this small scourge knife.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the corner of Uncle Kyosuke's mouth grew stronger.

"Hmph, boring." The silver-robed oracle couldn't hold back his face. He put the [black rope] back in his palm, looked at Uncle Jingsuke and said in a cold voice, "Are you delaying time? What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for?" The young men who could pose a threat to me have already left, and no one can come to save you..."

"Who said it must be a human being who came to save me?"

Uncle Kyosuke seemed to have noticed something, looked down at his waist, and spoke with a smile.

An afterimage of blond hair suddenly flew out from the mirror, turned into a golden light, poured into the empty scabbard at the waist, and turned into a slender golden blade. The Fujin knife was finally restored to its integrity.

Uncle Kyosuke put his palm on the handle of the knife lightly, his expression settled down.

"Soul of the Blade? This is the mirror world, how did it get in?" The silver-robed oracle suddenly shrank his pupils when he saw this scene.

"No matter where it is, the soul of the sword can return to its sheath regardless of the distance, don't you know?" Uncle Kyosuke said with a smile, "Oh, of course you don't know, after all, you can't even pull out a Fujin sword ..."

Anger appeared in the eyes of the silver-robed oracle.

"Even if you have a complete Fujin knife in your hand, so what? [Mi Tong] is like a chicken rib in battle, you still can't beat me!"

After finishing speaking, he folded his hands together in front of him violently, and the whole mirror world shook violently!

Bang Bang Bang! !

The mirror reflections of the buildings on both sides of the street rose from the ground, like two attracting magnets, and they rushed towards Uncle Kyosuke in the center. Compared with the size of the two buildings, Uncle Kyosuke looked like an ant Small.

But there was no panic on his face, he just stood there quietly, looking at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, as if thinking of something happy.

The [Confused Eyes] on his waist slowly unsheathed.

boom--! ! !

The two buildings collided with each other, countless bricks and mirrors flew out, and invisible air waves swept across, blowing the trees on both sides of the street tottering.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the oracle caused the light circle in his left eye to flow, looking for the trace of Uncle Kyosuke in the gap between the two buildings, but found nothing...

No?

Where did he go?

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice came from behind the silver-robed oracle, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he flashed over, a lens popped out from his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blade more than 40 meters long and slashed behind him!

This mirror blade slashed across Uncle Kyosuke's body, passing through as if nothing. Uncle Kyosuke was wearing a flamboyant sequined suit with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a smile.

"It's an illusion again..."

The silver-robed oracle frowned slightly, seeming very upset, "So what about the hallucinations? You can only use [Misty Eyes] to escape, and you can't take the initiative to attack me. If you continue like this, you will be the one to fall into the passive."

"is it?"

Uncle Kyosuke raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He looked down at the golden long knife in his hand, and said unhurriedly, "Indeed, I can't harm you with [Mysterious Eyes], but... I can use hypnosis to mislead you.

such as,

Do you really think that what you just threw out was a lens? "

Hearing these words, the silver-robed oracle was taken aback for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he looked down at his hands.

In his left hand, he held a lens.

And the right hand is already empty...

If the lens was still in his hand, what... was it that he just threw out?

The silver-robed oracle raised his head in a daze, only to see that at some point, the figure of Uncle Kyosuke who was standing there had disappeared, and not far from there, he slowly bent down and picked up a bag that fell on the road. black long knife.

【Black rope】!

He even threw the [Black Rope] out just now!

Uncle Jingjie stood up straight, and hung the black long knife on his waist in a leisurely manner. At this moment, there were already two completely different knives hanging on his waist.

He held the golden [Misty Pupil] in his right hand, and rested his left hand on the hilt of the black long knife. He looked at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, and pulled out the second Fujin knife from its sheath with ease!

[Black Rope] Get out of the sheath!

He held two Fujin knives, one gold and one black, in his hands. The smile on Uncle Kyosuke's face gradually subsided, his eyes were as calm as a deep lake, and there was a faint killing intent in them!

"Now, do you still think you can win me?"

Uncle Kyosuke's magnetic voice sounded.