I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

Chen Yu and Baqianliu were tens of meters apart.

But the point pointed by the sword gave him a suffocating feeling as if the sword was on his throat.

The cold touch was like a giant hand tightly grasping Yaqianliu.

Baqianliu's pupils shrank into pinhole shapes, and his eyebrows stood upright.

If you don't draw your sword, you will have no chance of victory!

Lower your body, then lower it again.

The lotus feet stepped on with force.

boom!

"Tear him apart, Liuguang!"

It was as if all the light in this world converged on this sword. The extremely tyrannical sword energy, even if it leaked even a trace, plowed out bottomless canyons behind Chen Yu.

More absurd, desolate or weird things were all destroyed, crushed and turned into fine gravel by this supreme sword intent.

The cone-shaped landscape behind Chen Yu, with a radius of hundreds of miles, was instantly changed by the angry waves of spirit!

The strong wind raised by the spiritual pressure swept up the surrounding spiritual beings that were crushed into gravel.

The residue that touched the tip of Chen Yu's sword, whether it was black, white, or any kind of gray.

Even the colorful stream of light projected over,

Also transformed into a unified gray.

Lifeless, the ashes of death.

dead!

die! !

die! ! ! ! !

The ultimate, pure sword has no other meaning except death.

Sword points facing each other.

The giant sword of Yaqianliu broke into pieces at the first touch, and it disintegrated like ice.

It was obviously the pinnacle sword of a flying fairy from the sky, but it turned into a moth fluttering in the flames.

As the giant sword was shattered inch by inch, the shadow of death was reflected in Baqianliu's eyes.

In a daze, she seemed to see a wall.

Up, down, left, and right, it stretches infinitely, with no end in sight.

Infinitely solid, it cannot be shaken even by the most powerful force.

As a dust-like existence, she had no hesitation in justice and ran straight into the wall of sighs...

"What a nice view……"

She murmured, gave up the confrontation, and opened her arms to welcome him.

If it is penetrated, it will probably be wiped out into ashes without leaving any trace...

Flashback memories flashed through her mind like a revolving door.

At the age of five, he picked up the rusty broken sword and killed the gangster.

"Yes, you are a material that can be made."

Yamamoto, who looked middle-aged, leaned over and touched her little head with a smile.

She quickly forgot her true destiny, and for decades after that, everyone called her:

Kenpachi.

Practicing swords, fighting swords, killing, being wounded, comprehending, breaking through...

Spending most of my life on the edge of a sword is not wasted, it is meaningless.

Swordsmanship, fighting, life and death are what she means.

It's not bad to die under the ultimate sword move in the end.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Her beautiful eyes slowly closed.

A cold feeling penetrated his heart.

but……

Not dead, how is that possible?

"Nonsense. Do I look like the kind of idiot who can't even control his own power?" Chen Yu rolled his eyes.

"If it can make you die, it will naturally make you alive."

The sword blade was drawn out, and it seemed as if all the strength in Yachiliu's body was being taken away.

She fell powerlessly into the dust.

"...What is this move called?"

"Hmm..." Chen Yu scratched his hair, feeling that it was really troublesome to choose a name, "Just call it, Sword Fifteen."

Yachiru's crazy recollection looks a little silly.

So just now I have experienced Chen Yu's first fourteen killing moves?

"Did you really only use five stamina?"

Chen Yu comforted her: "Actually, I have also used the sword to the extreme. I have no choice but to take care of the 72 clones scattered in the original Xia Kingdom and the He Kingdom."

After all, exploring maps and looking for clues is his main mission.

Fighting with the old aunt and so on are just out of interest.

Eight Thousand Liu: "..."

I want to confirm that I didn’t call you Versailles, that’s just a smug look on my face!

"Why don't you kill me?" Ba Qianliu said in despair.

It was a breakthrough and an epiphany, and he wielded the so-called strongest sword.

As a result, he was easily killed by someone with five successful abilities.

How can Chen Yu do this if he doesn't cut it?

The one who rides the horse can't have any fun!

Clicked!

"Has your brain been stabbed too? I told you that I would arrest you, a strong man. How can I arrest you until you die?"

"If either one of you or I dies, the spell cannot be lifted. You will only be trapped here to death."

Chen Yu sneered: "Old aunt, your swordsmanship is just so-so; as for your magic skills, it's a complete mess. It's just a second-level dream, and I have a hundred ways to solve it. For example -"

He gently pushed the woman down into the spirit dust.

"Looking at your unwillingness, let's defeat CG later."

Baqianliu let him untie his colorful clothes without expression.

"Superficial. I'm not even afraid of death. Why would I be afraid of these things——?"

Her dead fish voice suddenly turned high pitched.

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

Chen Yu wiped it with his fingers, and the scar under Baqianliu's side disappeared in an instant.

"Weird guy, he obviously has incredible recovery ability, but he still has all kinds of scars, he's so ugly."

The more I rubbed it, the more I disliked it, "It's as rough as sandpaper, ugh."

Yachiru was going crazy, but his spiritual pressure was suppressed and he couldn't move.

"Don't rub my scars, it's my medal and memory!"

"Shut up, do you think you are Seiya? A defeated bastard has no human rights. Just lie down."

Baqianliu couldn't lie flat, and he didn't have any master's demeanor. He was rolling on the ground like maggots, but he couldn't escape from the clutches.

It doesn't matter if Chen Yu abuses her and insults her.

She will think of herself as a rag, without any fluctuations in her heart.

The terrible thing is that in the other party's gentle caress, she only felt kindness.

He said damaging words, but his actions were pure, helping him repair his skin.

And more importantly, the "knife wound" on the soul.

Fighting against every powerful enemy, where life and death hang on a thin line, will inevitably leave mental scars.

And Chen Yu followed the movements of his hands, and his spiritual power penetrated in bits and pieces, moisturizing and repairing her riddled soul.

"Ugh, you can't do this, stop!"

Baqianliu screamed, extremely frightened and resistant.

Intuition, the softness that wraps around me in all directions is poisonous!

The poison that corrodes your iron will!

If her tolerance for pain is ten thousand, her tolerance for tenderness is not even one.

"No, please...I, I can't go back to this old age!"

Yaqianliu held his cheeks with his hands, his blurred eyes showing a strange expression that was difficult to explain.

Chen Yu: "..."

"No. What's wrong with you, old aunt? It's just ordinary care and repair. What are you doing here?"

Relax, relieve fatigue, exfoliate dead skin, eliminate cellulite, and reduce stress.

——Isn’t it just the daily massage he does for the ladies?

Since my skin is as rough as sandpaper, there’s nothing wrong with taking intensive care, right?

Readers who don’t know the truth may think that I have started doing strange things!

A mischievous smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, this is your weakness, Auntie, right?"

A small case that could be solved with a few gestures was deliberately slowed down. Try slowing it down again?

This cost eight thousand lives.

Every second of being treated gently and kindly is torture.

If she had a choice, she would rather suffer the punishment of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

"No! You can't touch there!"

She stared at Chen Yu in horror.

The two fatal index fingers slowly pointed towards...