When Humans Are the Strongest To Reincarnate Into Dogs

The black death Mou returned to the holy mountain, already putting aside all his worries.

He drew his sword in the wind and snow, but the opponent he locked was Sesomaru. The light noise of the blade brushing the scabbard was magnified on the open snow field. Mouth and nose filled with white misty breathing, he stood sideways, in an inviting posture.

This posture made it clear that he didn't want to engage in unnecessary verbal controversy. Since he was a samurai with a sword, he should use the sword to decide the outcome.

Shasheng Maru walked towards Heishi Mou, moving forward and drawing a knife at the same time. His posture seems leisurely, but in fact there is no flaw.

Standing still, the squally wind blew the hair of both sides, dazzling the sky with snowflakes. By the light of the full moon, the snow reflected white light. The bodies of the two of them sank an inch at the same time, and in an instant, the long light of the blade flashed, and the speed on both sides was so fast that the snow seemed to be still in the air.

The blood-red ghost eyes are opposite to the golden vertical pupils, and the coldness in them is like frost and snow, and there is an unending determination.

"Keng!"

The collision of the two knives caused a large amount of sparks. The moment the two passed by, they all reacted extremely quickly and hit the ground with their toes. They swung their swords again at the second of the distance. Under the strong block, they slammed the sound of the blade.

Both are non-humans who have lived more than four hundred years old, and they are also users of the moon. The swordsmanship between the two is magnificent and superb.

The breath of the moon has a softness that the breath of the sun can't match, and it is this softness that extremely reflects the beauty of the mysterious.

The battle of two figures, one white and one purple, is like a chasing dance of two moons without using the breathing method.

The sharpness of the sword, the masculinity of the man, the gorgeousness of the sword and the desolation of the wind and snow, so that the soft sound of every snowflake that was split in half by the blade was strewn with the drumbeat of an adult's heartbeat.

Looking at it, Wuichiro, who was wearing a velvet tail, couldn't help but fascinated. He held his breath and let the heavy snow cover his body, but he didn't dare to stagger the excitement of the cut.

Yuan joined hands and watched, knowing that they were only testing the depth of each other.

That seemingly fighting sword technique is just a warm-up before the real fire. After knowing that the "ordinary" swordsmanship won't work for each other, their battles will go to several levels.

Unexpectedly, when the feeding move ended, all the ghost eyes on the blade of Hei Si Mou opened, and he suddenly jumped into the air and swung the blade down.

【Moon Breath·One Type·Dark Moon Night Palace! 】

This is a warm moon arc, covered with countless small rotating crescents. It only flashed for a moment, the speed was so fast that human eyes could not see it, only knowing that as it passed through, the snowflakes suddenly shattered into countless pieces.

Sesumaru didn't evade and retaliated with the same moves.

It's just that, the same as Dark Moon's move, the moon blade that Shashengwan cleaved is a long dark purple arc.

The speed is faster, the attack power is greater, and it also comes with the devouring attribute of Ming Dao. When it collided with Hei Si Mou's moves, he actually swallowed the opponent's power in one bite, and attacked him who was stranded in the air with the force of breaking bamboo.

The black death Mou Yi was taken aback: "Moon's Breath?"

Compared with Yuehua's power, Shashengwan's body is more of thunder and lightning. He originally thought that most of the opponent's control was the breath of thunder, but he knew that it was exactly the same breathing method as him.

The breath of the moon is the older brother, the breath of the sun is the younger brother...

What a sad arrangement, this kind of pain that cannot be surpassed in a lifetime, don't you be jealous?

"What kind of eyes are you." Sai Sheng Wan cut down Zhu Hua to make the moon, and said coldly, "Do you really think that only you can breathe in the moon?"

"I'm just surprised that you are like me." The Black Death Mou flew up and down to avoid the attack, and replied, "How does it feel to have a younger brother who is a lot more talented than you? I know very well. I was suppressed by the breath of the sun all the year round. I understand the pain."

Unleashing power, the blade full of eyes diverged like a branch, giving birth to the wrong blade, which gradually evolved into an alien blade.

"How unfair God is. I gave talent to someone who doesn't cherish it." Hei Si Mou recalled the past, and the poison of jealousy filled his heart. "You should understand after fighting against Sun's Breath. Sun. The moon is not in the same glory. Some people stand at the end of your life that you can’t reach as soon as you are born."

"Heh." Saisheng Maru sneered, "How does it feel to have a very talented brother?"

His sword skills suddenly became fierce, and he pushed back Hei Si Mou in twos or twos, faster and faster, stronger and stronger, as if there was no upper limit.

"feels good."

He chopped a dozen interlaced moon blades, and the long sleeves embroidered with six-petal plums raised high: "My younger brother of Sesho Maru, should be a talented powerhouse! He should stand at the peak of domineering, this is worthy of it. His blood is the same as mine!"

Jian Feng brushed one of Hei Si Mou's eye, cut open the eyeball, and burst out a blood stain.

"Your so-called feeling---forgive me for not being able to empathize with Shashengwan." Shashengwan dropped the knife and inserted it into the snowy ground. "The sun and the moon are not the same? Who gave you the courage to make you feel that the breath of the moon is in my hands, but Can it become a foil for the breath of the sun?"

"Open your six eyes and take a closer look. What is the breath of the moon."

"Stupid bastard."

Suddenly, countless continuous purple moon blades rushed up from the bottom of the holy mountain, their erupting postures were similar to those of Canglong Sha, but they were not Canglong Sha. It's more like wisteria flowers growing from bottom to top, throwing a large number of moon arcs toward the sky.

Shashengmaru had never used this technique in front of Yuanyi. After all, the big attack range was too large, and it was still an unfinished product. If he really cuts off his brother, Tianshengya probably doesn't want to save it.

Unexpectedly, being stimulated by a few words from the black death Mou, Shashengwan suddenly realized the opening and closing of the big move. It was only a fleeting time from the moment of the move to the sending of the ghost into the soil.

No matter how sharp the moon's breath is, Rao is the only way to be swallowed when he falls into the underworld.

He broke through the encirclement of the big move dangerously and dangerously, fell from a high altitude, and fell heavily to the ground. He saw that half of his body was torn away, and even the knife was left with only one hilt.

Ghost blood dripped on the snow, staining a large swath of red.

His body is growing rapidly, he unwillingly raised his head to look at the Sesho Maru, angrily that a ghostly thorn grows on his back.

The ghost horns on his forehead slowly sprouted, and Hei Si Mou's mentality fell apart: "It's impossible...Moon's Breath, Moon's Breath can't do this..."

"You can't do it."

Sesei Maru stood in front of him: "How sad that I have been living in the shadow of others."

"What do you know! I won't lose anymore!" The black death Mou's Changfeng slashed across the bottom plate of the Shashengwan.

Hei Si Mou set up a knife to block, turned over to avoid the blade, the demonization became more and more serious.

"You don't understand anything." His mouth was slowly splitting towards his ears, and the human teeth turned into fangs. The purple coat was torn apart by the growing bone spurs, and his human form became more and more unrecognizable.

"I gave up my last name, I gave up my identity, I gave up everything."

"I chase him away, I want to reach a state like him, I want to see what he sees!" Black Death Mou roared, "I want to prove to him that even if he is the proud man of heaven, mortals can work hard. Stand by his side!"

"I want to sit on an equal footing with him, what's wrong with this? I am the brother!"

He is the elder brother!

He is the elder brother who should protect, protect, and cherish others. Rather than being protected, cared for, taken over, and even the samurai who supports him in the family can't keep it.

Why is he not the talented person?

"Five hundred years..." The black death Mou crossed the long sword, "I forgot my parents, my wife and children, and I didn't remember anyone's face, but I always remember Yuanyi."

That is the sun, even if he is burned, he still wants to be close to him.

He also wants the same light as him!

"I gave up everything to chase, but in the end, you told me with the breath of the moon that it was just a joke that I practiced swordsmanship for nearly five hundred years?"

"I want to kill you, I want to..."

"Isn't my brother's dream to become the strongest samurai in the country?"

A very light word came from the wind, but it stopped all the actions of Hei Si Mou. He has been fighting with Sasheng Maru until now, he has long forgotten who is watching the battle around, so that when Yuanyi's voice came, he was surprised for a moment.

And the trance after time and space are dislocated.

He followed the sound and saw Yuan Yi, who had changed his appearance, coming from a distance. The wind and snow covered his eyebrows and long hair, and the loss in his eyes could not be removed like ice and snow.

At this moment, time seems to pass through the gaps, and every scene emerges through the gaps.

Yuan Yi looked like he remembered. The little one held a rough bamboo flute and raised a smile at him: [I will cherish the flute that my brother gave me as my brother. 】

"Fate One..."

"Didn't brother want to see the world in my eyes?" Yuan Yi slowly approached him, but Shashengwan didn't stop him at all.

The big demon brother has always respected his brother's choice, but if you don't die, let him do it. Seshomaru shakes the knife, shakes off the snowflakes on the blade, and then puts the knife into its sheath.

He wasn't afraid that the black death Mou would suddenly come to the half-demon.

People who talk about their younger brother all the time usually don't really do it. This is the basic quality that everyone should have every month.

As Yuan Yi approached, Hei Si Mou actually took a step back.

When he returned to his senses, he was already irritated to the extreme: "Are you humiliating me? Yes, my qualifications are not as good as you! My talent is not as good as you! Even the father who has never treated me kindly, will be dead after you leave. Praise you every day, but it's a pity you!"

"Fate One, why do you want to live in the world? A person like you, you..."

Yuan Yi stretched out his hands, not disgusting that Mou is terrifying, and only put the warmth of his palms on both sides of his cheeks: "Brother, do you see the world in my eyes?"

"I can't see the world you can see at all!"

The black death Mou angrily said: "When do you still have to say so without knowing what to say! What did I get by abandoning everything? I won't lose again, I can't lose!"

Suddenly, his voice dropped again, Yuan Yi approached, making him recall the night when he cut his brother by himself.

The spirit seemed to be stretched to the extreme, he murmured: "You tell me, Yuanyi, why did I come into the world? Be your foil, and be your shadow?"

"Brother, look at me, look in my eyes."

The power of Shasheng Wan was not that easy to digest. Hei Si Mou's body was slowly collapsing, but he didn't notice it.

Time is running out, he just wants to say goodbye to him last.

"elder brother……"

Hei Si Mou looked into his golden eyes, and his faint outline was reflected there. Fuzzy as a person, as clear as a ghost. In addition, only the sky full of snow and icy wind.

Yuanyi's eyes were his shadow.

Nothing else.

"Brother, this is the world I used to be." Yuan Yi said, "Brother asked me, why did you come to the world? You are not my foil, nor my shadow."

"You came to the world to be happy."

"Get everything that I desire but cannot be achieved."

You just smashed everything with your own hands.

"I have always envied my elder brother. My elder brother taught me a lot." Yuan Yi finally shed tears. "Not everyone must have the same breathing method and talent, and not everyone must follow the same path."

"Life is not just about winning or losing, and there is no need to fight for winning or losing."

"There are too many people and things that are more important than winning or losing. If it is a past life, I can use my talent and aptitude to exchange for the older brother in my memory. I will not hesitate, I will give them all."

You were more important than everything, my blood relative.

"Brother, isn't your dream to become the strongest samurai?"

In the eyes of the black death Mou Wang Jin Yuanyi, what he saw was his hideous grimace.

Is this the posture of a samurai? Is this all he is chasing?

"Yuan Yi..." He finally reached out to him, only to find that his body had begun to turn to ashes. Every inch of skin is like burnt paper foil, blown away by the wind.

"I just—" His hand didn't touch him in the end, "I want to be you."

"call!"

The gale is blowing and the sky is full of smoke and dust. The black death Mou Xiao was under the dominance of the Sesheng Maru, and among the things he left behind, there was a bamboo flute.

Yuan Yi picked it up and sighed faintly.

He squatted down to gather Heisha Mou's relics, and buried them with the bamboo flute in the snow of the holy mountain.

"Brother, my life will be well."

The author has something to say: PS: As soon as Yuan met the flute, he buried it with Yansheng: Brother, the life will be well.

When Sashengwan meets the flute, he inserts it on the ashes of Alsophila spinulosa: Go to the underworld and play the flute.

Fate 1: ...found the reason why my brother is single ==