Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

Both of them were pouring unparalleled strength into the knives in their hands, trying to completely suppress the other.

Even though the precious alchemical knives in their hands began to wail under this power, as if they would break at the next moment.

In an instant, Gen Chisei and Kazama Ruri retracted their strength at the same time, and their bodies tilted backwards. Then they stomped their feet heavily on the ground. The powerful reaction force supported the two of them to retreat rapidly in opposite directions.

"Brother, don't you want to send me to hell? Why don't you stab my heart with your knife? Don't you want to, my strongest brother?"

The cherry-red sword in Fengjian Liuli's hand was stained with some thick blood plasma, which was the trophy he got from Yuan Zhisheng in the previous battle.

The Spider Blade in Yuan Zhisheng's hand hung down naturally, and a few drops of bright red blood passed through the cold blade and then dripped onto the soil under his feet.

They were all injured in the recent battle. Amid the complicated swordplay, even the emperor and the ghost could not escape unscathed.

"So you got your spoils from me, brother. But next time, if you don't stab me in the heart, my sword won't be polite."

A sonic boom came from where Fengjian Liuli was standing, but before the sound reached Yuan Zhisheng's ears, the long sword in Fengjian Liuli's hand had already attacked Yuan Zhisheng's neck.

The cherry-red long sword drew a sad dance in the air, just like the sky full of cherry blossoms falling from a cherry tree, so sad and beautiful, yet filled with extreme murderous intent.

"Word spirit, royal power."

Yuan Zhisheng decisively used the Word Spirit, and dozens of times the gravity suddenly descended on everything around him, slowing down the ghostly Fengjian Liuli, giving Yuan Zhisheng a chance to dodge.

The dragon blood in Yuan Zhisheng's body surged, and the blood red in his pupils became even brighter. He squatted down and turned around to slash with a knife in a split second.

While dodging Genji's long sword, he also launched his own counterattack, and the Spider Cut mercilessly slashed towards Kazama Ruri's waist.

Given the sharpness of the Spider Cutter's alchemical knife, if it hits, even with Fengjian Liuli's physical strength, she will be easily cut into two pieces.

But after a brief delay, Fengjian Liuli's golden eyes became brighter, and her body suddenly returned to its original speed. She twisted her body in mid-air and changed her posture in a way that humans could never imagine.

The sharp spider blade followed the original trajectory, but did not leave a trace of blood, it only cut off a piece of cloth around Fengjian Liuli's waist.

When Fengjian Liuli dodged Yuan Zhisheng's fierce attack, the offensive and defensive momentum became easier at this moment. The cherry-red long sword quietly shifted from the right hand to the left hand while Fengjian Liuli was spinning in the air.

This time, Fengjian Liuli did not choose to slash, but instead held the long sword in her left hand and used it as a dagger to stab into the chest of Yuan Zhisheng who was close at hand.

The situation at this moment has become a dead end for Yuan Zhisheng. At this distance, he cannot avoid Fengjian Liuli's swift attack.

Moreover, the inertia of the Spider Sword he just swung also made it impossible for him to retract the Spider Sword in time to block the long knife that was stabbing at him.

It seemed that Gen Chisheng had no other choice at this moment except to wait for Fengjian Liuli to dig out his heart.

But in the next moment, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly raised his right leg, and the famous sword that was attached to his right waist and had not yet been unsheathed flew upwards due to the inertia of his raised leg. The sharp blade, shining with a jet-black color, was unsheathed at this moment, and the thin blade blocked the sword that was close at hand.

It couldn't completely block Kazama Ruri's cherry-red long sword, but as long as it blocked it for a moment, Gen Chisei would have room to react, and the Spider Cut in his hand would also return to defense at this time.

However, Spider Cut did not turn around to block the cherry-red long sword. Instead, he gave up defense and attacked directly towards Kazama Ruri's neck.

"Brother, do you want to play a game of bravery with me? Come on, let's see who is the ghost or the emperor who is timid first."

Fengjian Liuli also did not choose to defend. After a moment's delay, the cherry-red blade in his hand stabbed in the original direction again, vowing to gouge out his brother's heart.

Two sharp blades that were powerful enough to cut through anything in the world touched the flesh and blood of both parties at the same time. Two clusters of blood suddenly burst out, and then the two men retreated again at the same time.

After retreating more than ten meters, Yuan Zhisheng half-knelt on the ground, inserted the spider into the soft soil with his right hand to support his body, and his left hand was on his chest.

There was a ten-centimeter-deep wound left by the cherry-red blade stabbed by Fengjian Liuli, and bright red blood kept flowing down from the gap between the fingertips of Yuan Zhisheng's left hand.

This was a serious injury for Yuan Zhisheng, but not a fatal one. At the last moment, he forced his body to move so that the sharp blade did not pierce his heart, but instead pierced into his chest by brushing the edge of his heart.

Fengjian Liuli, who also retreated more than ten meters, did not half-kneel on the ground like Yuan Zhisheng, but this did not mean that the damage left to him by Yuan Zhisheng was not great. The knife of Spider Cut was cut towards his neck.

But at that moment he also forced himself to twist his body, allowing Ben's fatal knife to cut the clavicle beside his neck. The wound, more than ten centimeters long, spanned the entire shoulder, and thick blood continued to flow out of the wound.

All the clothes on that side were soaked in blood.

"Brother, we are not brave. We all fled back at the last moment. We were all afraid of the impending death."

Although the wound on the shoulder was still oozing blood, Fengjian Liuli's expression was still so calm, as if she was saying something like "today's words are very beautiful."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked at his calm brother, but it didn't seem like he was looking at his brother. Instead, he was looking at the evil ghost hidden in his brother's body.

Aren't they all brave?

Not really. He believed that Fengjian Liuli was just like him, and both were determined to kill the other even at the cost of their own lives. But at that moment just now, neither of them was absolutely sure that they could kill the other.

In a battle without fear of life or death, no one is afraid of death. The only thing they are afraid of is that their own death will not bring about the death of their opponent.

Gen Chisei has already put all his cards on the table, including his Word Spirit Kingship, but to Fengjian Liuli in front of him, the kingship is as if it does not exist to him.

"Brother, you want to know what kind of words I, as an extremely evil demon, have."

Fengjian Liuli was like an evil ghost who could see through the soul and accurately expressed what was in Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

"Then I will show you, brother, the words of the devil."