Reiki Resurrection: Simulation from Hokage

How many knives can a person swing in one second?

The meaning of this question is actually unclear.

Because even if the sword is fast, it does not mean how strong it is.

Can the speed gained at the expense of strength be enough to break through the body of ghosts and gods?

However, Luo Yu's teacher Lin Takizao was able to answer this question for the first time recently.

Let’s not talk about anything else, but Luo Yu’s slashes are really fast.

A wild boar that was running one second could turn into countless pieces of meat the next.

And it can be accurately divided into various parts such as pig heads, pig feet, lean meat, and fat meat.

During those three years, Nintaki Sago saved a lot of time in cooking.

Swords and knives are so beautiful and pure in Luo Yu's hands.

Simply fast, simply accurate.

At this time, Luo Yu in Songfu Village felt the threat of life and death for the first time.

Those blood needles are like the death rattling of the dead, pressing closer and closer.

The heart is like an 8-cylinder engine, roaring continuously to send blood to all parts of the body.

Luo Yu, who had been concentrating on breathing all year round, did not have any confusion in his breathing at this moment.

He clearly realized that it was impossible to avoid all attacks, he could only avoid the key points.

So, he took out his sword.

The knife was as fast as the wind, dancing in bursts of light among the ruins.

Countless blood needles were bounced away by the swift slashes, causing flaming spots to ripple in the dark night.

"Feiyu..."

Murata outside the house looked worriedly in Luo Yu's direction.

For the first time, he hated his own weakness.

What disgusted him even more was himself. Even though Luo Yu was in such a desperate situation, he could not move his feet no matter what.

Because he knew that if he went in, there would only be one more corpse.

"Hahaha!"

"Struggling, the more you struggle, the more excited I will be!"

"How long can you sustain such a high-intensity slashing?" Bingye stood on a tree, his eyes wide open and roaring with joy.

Half a hour passed, and it felt like a long night.

The storm inside the house finally ended.

The entire house was crumbling and riddled with holes. There were dense holes everywhere on the roof and pillars, which looked horrifying.

It seems that in the next second, this house will turn into dust.

Luo Yu could no longer see his human form, his whole body was covered with blood needles, like a humanoid hedgehog.

He was half kneeling on the ground, seemingly unconscious, and the blood all around him was so miserable.

"Deserving it."

The sick leaf clapped his hands and jumped down from the tree.

"Feiyu!" Seeing this tragic situation, Murata's eyes flashed back to the boy who kept calling his senior.

He couldn't bear it any longer, roared angrily, and charged towards the diseased leaf with a knife.

"Go away, bastard."

As a result, he was kicked far away by Bian Ye.

"No one can survive this attack, not even Zhu."

Bing Ye seemed very confident and walked leisurely in front of Luo Yu, intending to finish him off completely.

The breeze blew by, carrying a few withered yellow leaves.

"Really...ahem..."

"Then I can only say that your world is too small!"

Suddenly, the unconscious Luo Yu suddenly spoke, with a trace of blood spilling from his lips.

The voice was hoarse but loud, like a beam of light in the dark night.

"clang!"

Turning around, the sun blade struck the sick leaf's neck as fast as lightning.

"impossible!"

The diseased leaves let out panicked cries.

But as a Twelve Ghost Moon, he had extremely quick reflexes. As he stepped back, he waved, "Come back!"

Countless blood cells connected together in an instant and adhered to Luo Yu's Sun Blade, preventing him from going deeper.

Bing Ye speculated that this was just Luo Yu's flashback. As long as he persisted, victory would still be his.

After he became a ghost, he slaughtered and ate all the people in the village where he was born and raised.

Then the remaining bodies of those people were made into blood balls using the vampire technique.

These blood cells are his family members. He is fighting side by side with his family members. How could he lose?

"You can't cut off my neck. Your efforts are in vain!"

Luo Yu was glad that his [Thousand Hands of the Forest] had reached level 2, otherwise, even if he could survive at this moment, he would have no fighting power.

Faced with this situation, Luo Yu already had his own trump card.

That is the Miechen Sword Spirit!

This is his innate talent and ability.

Facing Bingye's ridicule, Luo Yu took a deep breath and mobilized the Miechen Sword Spirit in his body.

According to the settings of the world, the Miechen Sword Spirit cannot kill ghosts, but it can be attached to the Nichirin Sword as a force.

That is the ability developed by Luo Yu, called "Energy".

Coupled with the perseverance triggered by serious injuries, Luo Yu was like a god of war bathed in golden light at this moment!

"Breath of Ice·Shape of Four·Spiritual Destruction!!!"

The azure sun blade instantly ignited a gray-white flame.

Luo Yu's pupils reflected the shadow of a supreme golden sword.

At this time, he was extremely calm.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust."

His right hand suddenly exerted force, and those disgusting blood cells could no longer block Luo Yu's sword light.

"how is this possible!"

"Ahh! I'm Twelve Ghost Moon, damn it!"

In the silent moonlit night, between the intersection of blue and white, the head of the sick leaf drew an arc in the sky and fell to the ground.

Those blood cells lost their carriers and fell to the ground one after another and began to dissipate.

The diseased leaves that were decapitated by the Nichirin Sword began to slowly turn into dust.

When he was dying, his soul seemed to be in an empty hall without anything, and he seemed to recall his memories as a human being.

He was born in a businessman's family and lived a happy daily life.

A delicacy made by his parents quickly became popular all over the country, and their family became rich because of it.

And this is also coveted by some bad guys, who want to get the secret recipe.

Sadly, this attempt to seize the secret recipe turned into a massacre.

The sick leaf survived that rainy night, but with hatred, he turned into an evil ghost.

He vaguely remembered that his parents' wish was for win-win cooperation, but it was too late.

Madness is like gravity, you just need a nudge.

Those uncles and aunts who usually laughed and dressed in luxurious clothes turned into executioners.

The end point of hatred is the end of unclear sight.

"Father, Mother, I'm back..."

"I want to eat takoyaki again."

"Ah...why am I the only one who survived? Haha, it's fate."

With an inexplicable smile, the diseased leaves turned into debris and left this world.

......

A flash of fish belly white emerges in the east.

The morning sun slowly rose, facing the dazzling early morning, Luo Yu collapsed on the ruins.

With his eyes blurred, he seemed to see a young man with long golden hair running towards here in the distance.

Getting closer and closer, the face is gradually visible.

The visitor was wearing a flame-patterned haori, with a pair of big eyes shining brightly under his sword-shaped brows.

With a hearty smile and a steady and powerful voice.

"Well, are you late?"

"No, the ghost's breath has dissipated."

"Did you do it, young man? Well done!"

"Although it's a pity that you didn't arrive in time, your efforts were seen by me, and I will remember your bravery!"

Luo Yu was very speechless at this time.

Brother, please stop feeling emotional, I think I can still save something...

Then he tremblingly stretched out his finger in a direction and passed out.