This is My Juggernaut Journey

The head was tilted back, with the confetti flying, the sharp blade passed close to the bridge of the nose, Yuzuru had fallen into the passage, his left foot stood firmly, and suddenly rebounded, his knee pushed into the abdomen of the swordsman in front!

Click!

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear, and the swordsman spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and his back arched.He flew backwards for a few meters, and the person on the right stepped aside quickly. He felt a severe pain in his instep just as he passed around. He looked down——

Yuzuru has pulled out the shadow, pierced the footboard with the point of the knife and nailed it to the ground, and 'opened the door' to lift it!

Swish!

Heads fly!Yuzuru had already taken a step forward, and at the same time as he pulled out Xiying, the blade from the left side passed behind his head, he didn't even look at it, Xiying slashed back, only heard two muffled sounds, the head and body fell to the ground at the same time .

"It's over." Yuxian shook the blade, killing the three red-eyed disciples didn't take much effort, and what was more important was why the Wei Mingliu disciple appeared.

Looking for revenge?No, when did I kill an allied army! ?

The former Lord of Weiming was in a daze, and looking around, this decoration is clearly not the castle tower of Weiming City!But if it is an illusion, he himself does not believe it.

something is wrong.......

Yuxian muttered in a low voice, and out of the corner of her eye the corpse sank underground, yes, it sank, the floor turned into black muddy water, the corpse was sinking, and in an instant, except for a few ripples, it disappeared without a trace.

This strange scene made people's eyes widen. Yuzuru was worried that the place where he was standing would sink, but he felt the sound of breathing again.

Plurals, and lots of them!

dong dong dong...

The sound of heavy footsteps has proved the correctness of Qi Breathing. He raised his two knives and looked in the direction of the sound, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

What a joke! !

PS: The second update is here, [-] words are completed today!sleep!

第350五章 谜底揭开！

At the top of the claustrophobic castle tower, the outside world seems to have been stripped away, at least from the top, there is only boundless darkness, and the blue light of the castle tower of Toki Castle is the only light source.

The air was viscous like muddy water, and the ripples scattered in all directions, reflecting the running swordsman in Tsing Yi inside.He ran down the corridor with a sword in his hand, swinging the blade from time to time to cut off the enemies coming out of the rooms on both sides, only to see the blood smoke erupting from the hooded ninja, taking advantage of the opportunity of the surrounding enemies to dodge, he sneaked behind him and killed them one by one .

The bloody smoke soon covered the entire corridor, and after a while, the sight was restored, only the sinking corpses and the slightly panting boy remained in the reflection.

"Your Excellency, when will you let me take action?"

The swordsman in full armor squinted his eyes, unable to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

Himura Yuzuru's agility and exquisite swordsmanship can be called a sharpening stone better than Miyamoto Musashi!If he is beheaded, swordsmanship will take a big step towards the 'Kingdom of the Sky'!

There was a stone chair on the small steps that should have been the main seat of the daimyo. Amakusa Shiro sat on it, with his legs crossed, holding a gold cup in his hand, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he was watching an interesting drama. When Jianhao asked a question, he turned his head slightly.

"Don't worry, do you think this kind of small scene can stump Himura Yuzuru?"

"No, I just don't think he deserves to fight me after consuming too much energy." Munemo Yagyu replied in a deep voice. He didn't forget that Yuzuru had been fighting for three days in a row. Even he was wondering if this guy was human. Not to mention the physical exertion, but the spirit should be stretched to the limit.

"And I didn't expect that your goal was actually him, have you stopped chasing after him?"

The last Heroic Swordsman frowned. He has been busy for so long but was kept in the dark. What is the meaning of their existence?

"Things like destroying the world can be done at any time, and the same is true for the experiment proposed by Purgatory Hell. Whether it is deleting the Tokugawa family or other existences from human history, it can still be done in another timeline, but—"

Amakusa Shiro stopped tapping his finger on the handrail, and Jin Tong looked at Jianhao: "It's not easy to come across a special existence like Yuzuru Himura."

"So that's the case, he does have the qualifications to look forward to." Liu Shengzong nodded quietly. He is an excellent listener. He saw the swordsman in the reflection stabbing the head of the white giant ape, pulling out a long centipede, and another knife Cut it into two pieces.

Watching the swordsman bathed in blood looking up to the sky and screaming, he was in a daze for a moment and asked again: "Then how do you want to deal with Yuzuru Himura?"

Amakusa Shiro did not answer immediately, but glanced at the sword hero, no matter whether he lives or dies, the latter will not have this memory, and even such a distorted sword hero will not appear again, this is just a mirror in thousands of worlds, so He answered frankly:

"An experiment, an experiment of the ultimate weapon."

"Him? Weapon?" Jianhao frowned slightly. Yuzuru is indeed good at fighting, but it is nothing in this countless worlds. There are also people who can blow up stars with bare hands.

"Yes, do you know that the tree of the world has countless branches, and it extends infinitely outward, not to mention you and me, even the humblest human beings make the smallest choice, as long as it is slightly distorted to cause another result Regenerate another branch...."

"Hmm." Munemo Yagyu seemed to understand but half understood. The number of humans on this planet has grown from a million in ancient times to hundreds of millions today, and there will be more in the future. Even if the probability of one in a million is distorted, it will cause infinite chaos. result.

His head can't imagine how many there are, and can only be described as 'infinity'.

"There is history here, including tampered history, and even the unknown world 'created' by human beings, so it is impossible for anyone to destroy it all." Amakusa Shiro said to himself, regardless of whether his subordinates understood , "So many karmas are entangled together to form the concept of 'human being', but no matter how much the world has a little bit of it will not change."

"What?" Yagyu Somo's face was serious, he felt that the ceiling above his head was suddenly opened, and it was leading to a world of infinite possibilities.

"Soul." The young man put a cross under his jaw, leaned forward, and his eyes were deep: "No matter how towering this big tree is, the root will never change. No matter whether it is destroyed, regenerated or devoured, the total amount of soul will never change." will change."

Another cognitive blind spot, but Munemo Yagyu quickly discovered the problem from kendo: "But there will be more and more human beings, and the number of souls should also..."

"No, it will never increase. Even if it absorbs nutrients from other branches, it will only wither in the end, and then give birth to the next branch!" Shiro Amakusa interrupted.

"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree?" Jian Hao, who has a good foundation in Ming studies, sang a poem, nodding his head: "It turns out that, as small as a family or a country, as large as thousands of worlds, the grand It is the law of nature that it declines from the extreme, and is constantly reincarnated in new life and destruction."

"Yes, the cruel truth, no matter how you struggle, no matter how glorious it was, the final road will lead to destruction, sad." The young man showed sorrow, but the words stopped short, and he did not express what he wanted to do. Back in the chair:

"Look at it again. This human being's will is surprisingly strong. If you intervene rashly, the possibility of failure is very high. The efforts of 'Amakusa Shiro' for so long cannot be wasted."

Munemo Liusheng looked at the reflection. The swordsman in blue was stabbing into the gap between the armored knight's breastplate, pulling upwards, tearing half of his chest open.

How much strength can I have left if this continues?

He shook his head in disbelief. He knew that the 'magician' had undergone a mutation, but not all of them had changed. There was no interference that could change reality by waving his hand.