My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

I have always asked you to be merciful, Mr. Old Man.

It seemed like he was about to give up, but the mountain man had a stern look on his face and raised his sword with both hands!

The crimson lightning struck down and hit the ancient long sword. The cold fighting spirit collided with the cold spiritual fire, exploding into a brilliant light mist like fireworks, adding bright color to this dim world.

There was a crisp sound of 'click'.

The mountain man's expression froze, while the smile on Shuo Yue's face became even wider.

The next moment, the big sword in the assassin's hand was broken into two pieces, and the red spear, which had lost its opponent, screamed, broke through the air, and pierced the chest of the tall old man. Then he deftly broke away, snatched away the grasping hands, and Shuo Yue spun around. , holding the tail of the gun, swinging the magic gun wide open, his eyes glowing with rainbow-blue light.

Although it was only a short moment, it was enough to determine victory or defeat.

The dead line is locked, and the spear is smashed down!

There were no blood flowers blooming, only the clear cry of swords colliding with each other. Under the long sword that had returned to its original state, the fire in the eyes of the old man in the mountain became even brighter:

Do you think you can defeat me by breaking your weapon? Are you too arrogant?

Even if the severely worn weapons in dozens of battles gave Shuo Yue an opportunity, as an assassin, how could the old man in the mountain not be prepared?

Facing Wang Hassan's questioning, Sakuye smiled even more in his eyes:

This is just a casual prank. It would be great if it works, but if it fails, it will save you the guilt of not winning.

As the young man waved the spear, the cold bloody light spread like a tide. Even if he faced an enemy who had been killed dozens of times, Shuo Yue still had no fear in his eyes.

In fact, the power of the spear in his hand became even more astonishing.

I know what you want to teach me, Your Excellency. However, students are used to being unrestrained throughout their lives. They don't like the sudden explosion after suppression. Instead, they like to be crushed straight away.

After revealing the painstaking efforts of the crowned assassin, Shuo Yue slowly lowered her body, and a rainbow-blue look gradually appeared in her eyes.

After a short rest, the Demonic Eye of Death reappeared.

Although I am a dull student, there are always things I can do, such as now -

As he moved forward, not only did the young man turn into a strong wind, but even the red gun in his hand let out a hearty cry:

Teacher, please come and appreciate the works that students have honed after experiencing so many deaths!

Strong wind blows.

The spear was extended again, along the direction of the line of death.

But this time, the mountain man could no longer find the possibility of counterattack. He raised his long sword and blocked the powerful and heavy magic spear. But then he felt a lightness, and the tight force lost its landing point and escaped. Come on.

The spear without its user fell to the ground, and the young man seemed to be floating in the wind, clinging to the ground at an extremely fast speed, swooping over, and the black and white swords in his hands pulled the dark curtain and slashed out in staggered directions.

Following the dead line again!

Although he was astonished, the old man of the mountain was still not afraid. He flipped his wrist and met the general Mo Xie head-on with a flip of his wrist. Steel collided and sparks flew!

Two figures passed by each other, Shuo Yue's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he threw away the two swords without hesitation. He took the bronze long sword, and the clear light on the blade cut through the dark night.

Heading towards the mountain's thin line of death!

The strong wind roared, and Wang Hassan took the initiative to retreat for the first time in this battle. His tattered windbreaker swayed, and several blue spirit fires flew out and were randomly smashed by the long sword. The young man was bathed in blue flames and roared, as if he was mighty. And the solemn hero put his strength on the edge of the sword and slashed diagonally!

It's still the pursuit of the dead line, and it's still the perfect posture that can't be blocked!

Finally realizing what this cheap student showed him, the mountain man gave up the idea of ​​blending into the shadows to dodge, and accepted the blow calmly. As the old sword was neatly divided into two, his body also spontaneously A gash was opened from top to bottom, and an unknown substance like a shadow leaked out of the scar.

Like a punctured paper man, Wang Hassan took a deep look at Shuo Yue and disappeared into the darkness.

Shuo Yue panted and leaned down, her rainbow-blue eyes were frighteningly bright, like an incandescent lamp that was about to burn out.

Won.

There was no opportunism, let alone defeat without force. Before the thirty-sixth death, Shuo Yue chopped the sword of the old man in the mountain into pieces along with himself.

This is a victory that no one can fault!

The real feeling of defeating the crowned heroic spirit finally emerged. The young man panted heavily, sat down on the ground, and laughed loudly.

If a single martial skill cannot keep up with the burst of power from Eye of Death, what about Diarmuid's double spears? Or is it recorded from Wu Anjun's Great Qin killing techniques? Or the double swords and long bow of Red A?

If the techniques that the heroic spirits are proud of are cut off and blended into one, will such ever-changing techniques be able to catch up with the wandering dead line?

The death of the mountain man proves that this idea is correct!

Wonderful battle, I am really impressed by you.

The shadow outlines the figure. In the same way of resurrection, the mountain man reappears in front of Shuo Yue, but he has put away his sword.

With the help of constantly changing weapons, while capturing the best part of martial arts, every move and every style can reveal the corner of death... This is a completely different path from mine, but it is also a fighting method that scares me. .”

As you said, teacher, students are really stupid when it comes to martial arts. Shuo Yue replied with a wry smile, The first thirty deaths were because I was trying to combine spear skills with the Demonic Eye of Death—— However, it failed. It seems that creating tailor-made spear skills is not something that a dabbler like me can do.

In desperation, I can only use this splicing method to achieve a coherent offense.

Does that mean you only needed five deaths to integrate the magic eye into your martial arts? The old man of the mountain looked at the smiling man with a humble face and couldn't help but remain silent.

This student doesn't seem to know that although compared to his magic talent, his martial arts is indeed very weak, very weak, but... he is still a genius beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even if all he has received so far are gifts from others, he can still create fusion martial arts that can defeat the crowned heroic spirit even if he just talks on paper and sharpens his weapons in battle.

Although this is contrary to his original intention, it is undeniable that this is a skill that is enough to establish a sect...

It's not a one-shot kill, but a big blow, with the unique pride and magnificence of young people.

Perhaps, he is too ignorant...

The blue spiritual fire shone in his pupils, and the old man in the mountain spoke slowly.

You have proven your ability to me, then you will take over this responsibility.

What?

Before Shuo Yue could react, the old man's figure completely collapsed and turned into blazing blue spiritual flames, surrounding him.

This power...can't you tell?

Before the final words were spoken, the young man's figure disappeared, completely disappearing into the gradually collapsing dream.

The next chapter will be slower, no need to wait.

Chapter 303 Resurrection, mine

Chapter 304 Resurrection, my...

Second singular point

While Sakuzuki was playing a 1V1 real man duel with the old man in the mountains, Fujimaru and others were running desperately, competing with the God of Death.

Behind Gein, the beast's followers are chasing after him!

The dragon-like and worm-like monster roared, spitting out blazing light, and cut through the sky towards the crowd, but was blocked by the burning black holy sword.

But behind Lieguang, there were countless magic light bullets following him, falling down like mortars, roaring together, setting off clusters of flame flowers on the ground.

The last hope from the whole village is howling like ghosts and wolves in this bombing zone.

Hey! I can't stand it anymore. When can I fight back?

The red dress almost blended into the background. Nero shot away a magic ball, and his hands were numb from the shock: Aren't you here yet, Kong Mingqing!

That's your capital, Your Majesty! Weber stepped on Bagua and led Fujimaru forward at high speed in the strong wind. If you ask me to describe the time, there are still five...

Five minutes? Five kilometers?

Four...three...two... Ignoring Nero's words, Weber quickly calculated the extreme distance, Now, please, King Arthur!

Hearing this, Fujimaru raised the back of his hand without hesitation. One of the three strokes of the command spell dimmed, turning into the purest magic power. It poured into the black swordsman's spiritual core along the passage, making her silently raise the sword. , the magic light shines on the sword blade.

The Sword of Promised Victory——!

The power of the Noble Phantasm blessed by the Command Spell was far beyond imagination. The dark reversed magic beam surged, and even the deep night was swallowed up and turned into nothingness. The beast relatives behind him were caught off guard, and their bodies were immediately engulfed by the light cannon.

At the same time, Weber gritted his teeth and unfolded the Innate Bagua, wrapping up a group of four people and disappearing.

When he reappeared, he was already in a quiet room, with the lit oil lamp flickering on and off, outlining the scattered chairs, piles of official documents, and...a big bed?

Ah, this is Yu's bedroom!

Even though the room was clean and there were no taboo books under the bed, Nero's cheeks still turned red. He walked forward quickly, grabbed the paper on the table before anyone could react, and hid it haphazardly behind his back.

Fujimaru was surprised. Weber was struggling on the verge of death from overwork. Only Heida could clearly see the handsome and heroic image of the general on the drawing, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

How is this going?

No time to explain! Come on...ah no, I mean, act on my orders!

Breathing gracelessly, Weber untied Shuo Yue's kit and scanned the contents at a glance. Before admiration appeared on his face, he started to whisper:

Turn over the bed!

What? Yu's bed! Amidst Nero's screams, Heidai raised his hand, and the soft big bed was washed away by the torrent of magic power, leaving no ash behind.

Push the tables, chairs, etc. away in the room to leave enough space!

Afraid that Heida would get jealous, Nero hurriedly cleared the furnishings with Fujimaru to leave a huge space.

The roar of the beast's descendants could be heard in the distance, and the empty room buzzed like fear.

What's next? What's next?

That guy Shuo Yue seems to have predicted what happened to him. Weber moved his fingers slightly, and familiar lines were engraved on the ground. In this regard, he also took full precautions to ensure that he could return to life after death. come over.

Resurrection from the dead is impossible for ordinary people.

But for a servant, what kind of tool person is he if he can't recycle it?

In other words, the heroic spirit is summoned! The doctor on the other end of the bracelet said in surprise, But we don't have a suitable catalyst...

No, we do. Fujimaru interrupted the doctor and took out a small card box from his hand.

A stream of light like hope flows on the box.

The third method trial type gift that Sakusuki gave to Fujimaru.

What else could better represent the candidate for the third magician than this kind of costume?

Even so, the doctor did not give in. He cared more about Fujimaru's safety and future than the thrilling resurrection drama.

Even if Wu Anjun is summoned, or the young man named Shuo Yue, can the situation get better? You must know that once human evil escapes from the fetal membrane, even if it is a larvae, it must be defeated by the crown. The existence of... Wu Anjun is a top servant, but it takes time to accumulate strength. As for Shuo Yue, I'm sorry for my presumption, but modern magicians...