Two-dimensional Wanderer

"That's why it's called 'Pride of Prime'?"

"That's right. Whether it's an item or a person, someone else's definition will always be attached to it. Perhaps Avalon was just an ordinary scabbard at the beginning, and the vowed Haori was just the uniform of the Shinsengumi. I look forward to them becoming powerful, brilliant, and even carrying countless glory and brilliance, but they are no longer them."

"It's like when a person is born, he will be disturbed by others, expecting, suggesting, admonishing, stipulating, what should be done, what should not be done, as if it has been set long ago. If he succeeds, others will say: Look, listen. Mine is right. If he fails, he'll say: Look, let you not listen to me! But whether it's success or failure, whether it's good or bad, in the end, is he still who he was?"

Yingluo shrugged: "Necessary advice is also needed, at least I also accepted Bigu's teaching."

"Bigu is just a guide, he never forced you to make changes!" Hei Yingluo pointed to Saber and said, "If you met Merlin back then, maybe you would become a hero who sacrifices himself and others like someone else. Woolen cloth."

Yingluo thought about it for a while, and shivered involuntarily: "That's really scary!"

Saber:  …

"It's surprising that you can say such philosophical words. Am I so pitiful?" Yingluo asked curiously.

"Of course not!" Hei Yingluo replied with a smile: "You only do it because you want to do it, but the result just fits the public morality."

"It makes sense!" Yingluo nodded: "So you can't care about the 'Pride of Prime'! You released this inherent barrier just to fight me to the death, right?"

"Yes! I have infinite magic power, you have Avalon, and you have to fight for a long time to decide the outcome. And this outcome is not based on the level of the two of us. Magic power, Noble Phantasm, all are It is an external force. Only the swordsman can kill the swordsman, and no one is qualified to intervene in our victory or defeat!”

"So you stripped all fantasies and made things as simple as possible?"

"That's it. Kill me, save the world, be killed by me, the world will be destroyed!" Hei Yingluo put the steel sword back into its sheath: "It doesn't involve any righteousness, and it has nothing to do with morality. It's just a contest between skills and skills. Victory is victory, defeat is defeat!”

"Interesting!" Yingluo also put the steel sword back into the sheath: "But in this way, wouldn't it be a big loss for you to be immortal?"

"Death is my right!"

When I want to struggle to survive, I die; when I want to die willingly, I die!

It has nothing to do with morality, and there is no need to follow advice. My life is up to me!

This is the path chosen by the Yingluo!

"I understand!" Yingluo spoke very slowly in those four short words.She not only understood the opponent's intention to release this inherent barrier, but also understood the meaning of the opponent's battle.

Not for the destruction of the world, nor for the highest realm of swordsmanship, but just to go the way you want to go!

The two Yingluo looked at each other, then arched their bodies at the same time, one foot forward and the other behind, their right hand grasped on the hilt of the sword.

The highest meaning of Feitian Yujianliu!

The two slowly approached each other, not stopping until they were a foot apart.

This foot is the best attack distance, allowing Tianxiang Longshan to exert its greatest power.

This power is not augmented by magic power, nor is it a sustenance of fantasy, it is just the presentation of power and skills. If there is any, it is probably the spirit of courage!

The body is the hilt, the soul is the body, then the spirit is the blade!

Although the proportion is the smallest, it is the most important part.

Irisviel and the others discovered this, and created Yingluo to fight against Matou Zuoyan.

Compared with an old man who is greedy for life and fear of death, a fearless swordsman will naturally be the victor.

Thus, those who are greedy for life died, but those who gave up their lives survived.It was like Bigu, who put down his sword and became the number one swordsman.

Only you can let you give up, and only you can make you succeed!

The teachings of famous teachers?

If you don't want to learn, you won't learn anyway!

The temptation of drunken gold fans?

If your heart is as strong as iron, all this is just a passing glance!

Yingluo, do you like swordsmanship?

like!

why do you like it?

Because it qualifies me to do what I want to do!

what do you want to do?

I want... to be free!

The reason why the dragon is desirable is not because of its powerful strength, but because she can always be unrestrained!

The same footsteps smashed the ground, and the icy long sword seemed to be able to sever the whole world!

The Yingluo made the same voice in unison:

"Sky Soaring Dragon Flash!"

The spirit is as indestructible as steel, and the steel is as unshakable as the spirit.

The steel sword and the steel sword collided together, and the huge force made the ground under his feet tremble.The air at the point of impact was squeezed out, as if it was a blade formed by bundles of air, smashing the surrounding buildings with holes.

The sound of the blade rubbing was like a fork across the dinner plate, and the harsh sound wave shattered the eardrums of countless people.Sparks jumped in front of them, illuminating the same faces of the two, and the huge shock force shattered their hand bones, but the hilt of the sword was still clenched.

Pain, bleeding... Don't worry about it, the swordsman's body is not so fragile yet!

Strength, not strong enough!

Victory is yet to be decided!

If that's the case, then it's not time to give up!Using my body as firewood and my soul as salary, the spirit will be the first fire that ignites everything. This is the resistance to fate!

Hei Yingluo gritted his teeth and shouted, "Even if it's a dead end, I'll walk to show you!"

Yingluo also responded loudly: "Come on, I am your last stumbling block, bet everything you have to defeat me!"

In the sparks, the steel swords bounced off each other!

draw? !

Do not!

Win or lose, this is the fate of swordsmen!

The bodies of the two began to rotate, and the steel sword was retracted to the waist again, like the most gorgeous dance, the skills created by the mere humans, as if they had been ordered by the gods, exuding an unparalleled beauty, which made people amazed!

The chief's eyes widened: "This is... the second blow?!"

Yes, if you can't get the answer once, then do it again!

No one has smooth sailing on the road, the only thing to do is to get up and move on!

It's that simple!

The steel swords collided again, and the huge wind came from all directions. The impact point seemed to be a bottomless black hole, trying to devour everything in the world!

Tianxiang Longshan is an invincible swordsmanship, even if the opponent can escape the claws of the giant dragon, they will be torn to pieces by the fierce wind!

The first blow had already drained the air in front of the two of them, forming a huge vacuum space between the two of them. The surrounding air wanted to fill up, and a huge wind was formed.But the second blow that followed came again, bringing everything back to where it started.

There is no spark because there is no way to burn in a vacuum.

There is no sound because it cannot be transmitted in a vacuum.

Only a large piece of blood spurted out from the mouth and nose of the two, and then was cut into pieces by the crazy airflow.

Yingluo shouted with her mouth open, but no one could hear what she was saying.The only thing you can see is the body spinning again!

Third hit!

The third strike that surpassed the limits of human beings!

The body creaked, and every muscle and every bone groaned.

There seemed to be [-] knives in his head, slicing the brain frantically, and the pain was excruciating.

The body is crumbling, the soul is dissipating.

Only the spirit lives on!

The steel swords were pressed together, and the space around the blade was distorted, like glass with cracks.

Come on, win or lose, this is my final blow!

Expectation is a burden, but sometimes it is also motivation, my sword can be heavier!

Hei Yingluo suddenly smiled, but Yingluo felt a light hand on her hand.Immediately afterwards, the steel sword representing evil was bounced, and the steel sword representing justice cut the flesh, chopped off the bones, and then sprinkled warm blood into the night sky.

The next moment, the space shattered, and the surging magic on the outside engulfed the two in an instant.

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Saint Seiya?Leftover fighters? !

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Chapter 100 Legends Never Die

Violent magic power is impacting the body all the time, and the flesh and blood are melted and repaired by the powerful power.Yingluo seems to be a small boat in the monstrous waves, and can only helplessly drift with the current!

So uncomfortable, so painful!The first second seemed to be in hot magma, and the next second it seemed to be wrapped in a bone-piercing glacier, the body screamed, the soul trembled, and even the spirit became like a fire in the wind under the impact of strong magic, and it was shaky!

The mouth cannot speak, the eyes cannot see, the ears seem to be filled with lead, and the mouth is full of bitter taste!

Am I... going to die?

No, I will protect you!

Who are you?

Ying Luo struggled to open her eyes, surrounded by endless light, a figure with fluttering long hair grabbed her hand and took her in her arms.

The lava and glaciers disappeared, and the pain became comfort, that is, warmth and kindness...

Who are you?

Yingluo asked again.

The body will collapse under the impact of the magic power from the outside, and only after the soul is materialized through the third method can it reach the root cause.

Matou Zuoyan was once a great person, but he lost to himself and to desire.

Who are you?

Yingluo asked for the third time.