clang

There was a crisp sound of metal collision. Before the Onimusha had finished her thoughts, the sword she was determined to win had been blocked.

Minamoto Yorimitsu suddenly shrank in size.

Impossible, how is this possible?

The Onimusha was filled with disbelief.

It's not that she couldn't see clearly what just happened. In fact, she saw it very clearly. She clearly saw this little witch who was supposed to be just showing up calmly raising the sword and blocking it at her neck.

On the other side, waiting for the whole process of his sword hitting her sword.

But it was precisely because of this that she was shocked.

After all, the last moment the opponent was motionless and he was about to kill him with his neck, but the next moment, the opponent completed all the blocks. What speed is this? Whose sword can be so fast?

Moreover, in her vision just now, she did not feel that the other party was fast at all. She even felt that the other party was a bit too slow. The casual attitude of raising the sword seemed not to be fighting at all, but

Minamoto norimitsu was silent for a few seconds, and then he found a similar metaphor.

Well, it's as natural as walking to the table and picking up the tachyon and bowl when the meal is ready.

Before eating, do you think about why you want to pick up the tachyon and the bowl, and how to pick up the tachyon and the bowl?

That's pretty much what it feels like.

Before the Onimusha woke up from the shock, she saw a sigh on the face of the witch with strange makeup across from her.

"It seems you have no ideals. No wonder the purity of your sword is so low."

Dorothy shook her head and looked at the martial arts idiot in front of her with some boredom.

What a pity, what a pity. It was rare that she encountered a good knife, and she happened to be interested in trying it out, but this was the thing she tried to cut with?

Alas, if you are tired of it, then just finish cutting and call it a day.

Even if the otaku witch's weak body successfully raised her sword to block the attack of the warrior god, she could only withstand the blow for a moment. The power of the sword of the onimusha was not exhausted. As long as she continued, she still could not escape being struck by a blow.

The ending of Jian Xiaoshou.

But, seizing the moment is enough.

The moment Minamoto Yorimitsu saw the little witch shaking her head, alarm bells started ringing in her heart. She had been on the edge of life and death countless times and was no stranger to this feeling, but those life and death crises in the past had never been like this.

It's so obvious now.

She suddenly saw the sea of ​​flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road and the long flowing Santu River.

At that moment, she could only look up with the corner of her eye.

Then, what she saw was the huge dragon king slowly raising his sword and poking it down.

Just as she had expected, it was really inconvenient to move with such a huge body, let alone wielding the thousand-meter-long sword in his hand, which was extremely slow.

But she had no time to dodge such a slow blow.

So, is this slow or fast?

This was the ghost warrior's last thought before he was overwhelmed by the magic sword that was like a torrent of light.

But at the last moment when her consciousness dissipated, she seemed to have some realization.

Oh, so this is what is called no thoughts and no thoughts?
Chapter completed!