The World Has Problems

It was clearly under the dark sky, but the knife in the boy's hand was like a dazzling morning sun, and the light was getting stronger and stronger.

In the end, even the strong wind spread around the young man's standing place.

Those piercing sword intents and bright rays of light that were visible to the naked eye one after another made one's scalp tingle.

That is a sign that the servant is going all out, it is the proof that the Noble Phantasm is about to activate.

... Noble Phantasm.

Although Lin Yuanfei had long known that this world was most likely the Xingyue world, he never thought that he would confront something like a treasure with a mortal body.

The Noble Phantasm is the ultimate weapon of the Servant, a materialized miracle, and the proof of the hero held by the Servant.

Similar to magic, it is an armament created from the skeleton of human fantasy.

Basically, it can be said that the existence of the Noble Phantasm is one of the main factors for the servant's strength far surpassing that of human beings.

Many followers may not be strong, but a powerful Noble Phantasm can even out the outcome of the battle.

Seeing Feicun Jianxin in front of him going all out and about to activate the treasure, Lin Yuanfei's smile was a little stiff.

Although he gained the upper hand in the brief confrontation with Himura Kenshin after switching accounts, but this time, can he still win against the servant's treasure?

What's more, there is an Archer hidden in some corner in the darkness, who may shoot a sniper at any time.

Lin Yuanfei took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

A subtle silence appeared between the two warring parties.

A few seconds later, Lin Yuanfei opened his eyes abruptly.

In those eyes, there was only a ruthless and cold killing intent.

Like a cold machine that only knows how to kill, it can't feel any human warmth and emotion.

Lin Yuanfei looked at the young man in front of him expressionlessly, and slowly pulled out his sword.

Amidst the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, the sharp sword intent slowly spread out centered on Lin Yuanfei.

Although it is not as dazzling as Feicun Jianxin in front of him, it has a kind of terrifying and gloomy feeling.

When the eyes of the two sides intersected each other, they both saw the awe-inspiring murderous intent in the other's eyes.

then……

Boom! ! !

Amidst the violent roar, the bell tower where Lin Yuanfei was standing collapsed.

The moment he rushed out, all the violent power acted on the dome of the church, countless bricks and stones tilted downward, and the dome of the church was directly crushed by Lin Yuanfei and collapsed.

And his figure has disappeared in the wind and snow.

It rushed out at a speed that human naked eyes could not see clearly!

Flying sword flow!Dragon hammer flashes!

The condescending and berserk slash created a violent airflow over the city.

The moment Lin Yuan flew out his sword, he attacked and killed Fei Cun Jianxin with the most ferocious and brutal posture, without giving his opponent any time to continue preparing.

The icy wind and snow splashed in the city.

The moment Lin Yuanfei's figure rushed out, the knife in Fei Cun Jianxin's hand raised silently.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the red-haired boy.

From the scar on his face, blood gushed out like a bank burst.

But the knife in his hand was even brighter than before.

When Lin Yuanfei's figure rushed in front of him, the violent air flow swept everything in the space.If there are living people in this space, they will even feel like they can't breathe.

Because all the air currents were shredded by the cold blade.

The knife in Lin Yuanfei's hand descended with an unparalleled terrifying aura.

It's like the collapse of Mount Tai!

stab-

Amid the scalp-numbing crisp sound, the wooden roof under Fei Cun Jianxin's feet burst directly, and a huge crack was directly squeezed out in the terrifying breath that fell from the sky.

However, Fei Cun Jianxin remained indifferent.

He raised his head coldly, looking up at the sword falling from the sky.

The moment the sword came to his body, the knife in his hand finally came out.

"When the night falls, the blood moon hangs high, and the resentment of the undead will bloom in the blood rain!"

"Noble Phantasm - Shura's Night of Weeping Blood and Resentment!"

The bright light shines in the night for an instant.

The huge sword light almost illuminated the sky.

The bloody red light stirred in the air like the hatred full of wraiths and evil spirits.