Chapter 129: Whats the difficulty in killing the saint with a sword?
The little-known Tatō Fengkiri became extremely monstrous due to the infiltration of the ghostly aura, and for a while it actually took on the appearance of the legendary demon sword.
Occasionally, a trace of fluctuation is revealed, which makes people's hearts tremble, as if being tightly grasped by invisible hands.
The originally noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet.
Everyone, yes, everyone.
Regardless of whether they were strong or weak, regardless of whether they were mortal or extraordinary, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at Rean and the "demon knife" filled with terrifying power in his hands.
Moreover, the stronger the strength, the more obvious the perception.
The first among them are naturally the "Golden Rakshasa" Alleria and the "Saint of the Gun" Liana Sandlot.
The former made a loud noise, not hiding his amazement: "This is the killing sword hidden in Li En's secret collection. How powerful it is... Although I am not willing to give in, this sword has probably surpassed the boundaries of human beings. Even I can't."
I can’t guarantee that I can survive...it’s just that this sword is not very similar to Rean’s usual style. Is something happening that I don’t know about?”
Liana's understanding was deeper than Alleria's.
She lived long enough and saw enough.
The reason she lost to Alleria yesterday was because the undead locked her body forever at the moment before death, and she could no longer improve her basic qualities through practice.
You must know that Lianna was only twenty-six years old when she died. Even though she was amazing and talented, she still had not reached her peak.
And Alleria is already thirty-two years old, and is in the golden age of martial arts. Her mental skills and physical coordination are incomparable, and both are at their peak.
Only in this way can we achieve great achievements that surpass those of the Saint.
If the two sides were on the same starting line, Alleria asked herself whether she was a match for the Saint.
In terms of skill and knowledge, Alleria can't compare to Lianna's accumulation of nearly three hundred years.
What's more, Rean's knife made her see very familiar traces.
Could this child have embarked on the path of Shura like me?
But where did the child come into contact?
This is self-destructive!
No, now is not the time to think about that.
Everything will have to wait until I take this knife.
The complicated thoughts were instantly unified, and the saint's spirit was concentrated like never before.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to take this blow that exceeds the limits of human beings.
His fighting spirit also became high, gradually rising, and he was even stronger than his opponent Alleria yesterday.
This is the warrior.
Even though Lyanna has long since become a legend, the blood of a warrior still flows in her bones.
Eager to face powerful enemies and see novel moves.
What’s the point of always staying in familiar circles?
Come on, Ryan Schwarzer.
He did not hesitate to throw himself into the darkness to save the child.
You must hold the power in your hands at all costs!
The already majestic fighting spirit became even more magnificent, connecting heaven and earth like a pillar of light.
This can be said to be the world's best fighting spirit that is continuously injected into the lance in the hand, causing rotation through the special lines on the lance.
The violent rotation rolled up unimaginable wind pressure faults and made an astonishing roar.
People with less strength may not even be able to gain a foothold in the wind pressure.
Two hundred and fifty years ago, Liana did not know how many times she tore apart the enemy's formation in this way, leading her men to dig through it all the way.
Whether it is the "Cavalry" or the "Saint of the Gun", they have built their reputation with the blood of their enemies and their victories one after another.
And this is just the prelude.
Although there are no explicit regulations, the competition between warriors is generally divided into two forms.
One is to go back and forth, gradually test each other, and then decide the winner after getting to know each other's basics. Yesterday's scene between the saint and the Rakshasa was a typical example of this.
The other one is initiated by Rean at the moment, and the outcome is determined by one move.
Because time and space are compressed to the limit and the ultimate efficiency is pursued, there are not so many things to consider, such as the consumption of energy, the accumulation of potential, the ratio of forces, etc.
There is only one thing to consider, how to defeat or even kill the opponent in the shortest time.
Therefore, Liana used her "sacred skills" without hesitation, exerting all her power without any reservation.
Rean's concentration needs to be even higher.
Although the eyes are open, they can no longer accommodate other things.
Even though my ears were open, I couldn't hear any sound.
He put all his energy and energy into this sword.
At this moment, he only had one thought.
Concentrate, concentrate, more concentrated.
Let the power of ghosts condense your spirit even more, and then release it in one go.
However, what I am now is not enough.
With this sword, you can gain an absolute upper hand, but you may not necessarily win.
His nerves, his soul, and his "reason" told him so.
Although Rean has never actually used the Shura sword since returning from Crossbell, he has never given up the deduction in his mind and has already deduced it thousands of times.
He is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of this knife, the timing of its use, and the price paid.
Once it is dragged into a war of attrition, it will be overwhelmingly disadvantageous to itself.
Whether it is Lien Chan's consumption or the over-limit liberation of "One Sword Shura", his status will decline rapidly soon, so the advantage is not enough, he must win, and win without any suspense.
Indeed, the opponent is a legendary saint who has been famous in the empire for more than two hundred years.
Neither the accumulation of time nor the understanding of martial arts can be compared to myself.
But so what?
Rean has known this for a long time.
He came to ask about the sword on the premise that his enemy was a demon from another world and a legendary saint.
It is this kind of enemy that he wants to challenge.
Only by defeating them can you be qualified to challenge the curse and reverse the future.
He had already made preparations and had made up his mind.
Since you don’t have as deep a background as the other party, then continue to focus.
Since there are still deficiencies, then squeeze out more.
Squeeze the ghost energy, squeeze your own potential, and even squeeze your own life.
——Come and ponder your soul.
According to the way of Shura, discard all unnecessary things.
In exchange for power, absolute power, the power to cut through the darkness and split the future.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Muscles, bone marrow, blood, cells, from all of this——
Physical strength, vigor, spiritual power——
There is enough power in the extraction to completely surpass the power of the saint.
It only takes a moment.
Shorter than breathing.
Because my sword is meant to cut out infinity in a limited space.
Rean raised his knife.
At this moment, it seems like time is forbidden.
Roaring and surging, the ghostly aura instantly stagnated like burning oil.
Boundless darkness surrounded Rean, covering his hands, feet, body and torso, and finally his head, leaving only two dots and one line of "red".
The two dots are Rean's eyes, and the one line is the sword in Rean's hand.
The next moment, a red light flashed.
Like a red steel thunder, it shoots out a strike from the shortest distance.
At the same time, Lianna also raised her gun, putting her fighting spirit, wind pressure, lance, and her body on the line to welcome Rean's knife.
"Uh oh oh oh oh oh -"
"Drink ah ah ah ah -"
Both of them used their full strength to unleash their moves.
The wind of steel and the lightning of the sword are at hand-to-hand contact.
The strong wind in the air agitated, first contracted inward, and then released in a more violent manner, erupting into a strong wind that swept across the battlefield.
The clash of knives and guns was like the first thunder of spring, bursting with roar and bright light, taking away all color and sound, until——
There was a clang.
The crisp sound of shattered steel resounded throughout the venue, breaking the terrifying silence.
From this point of view, the static time begins to flow again.
The five senses that had almost disappeared returned again, amidst the endless clanging sound.
Liana slowly lowered her head.
Although he is not the first person he looks at, he is the "partner" who has been with him the longest.
A crack ran across and spread.
Due to its staggering weight, it is most likely the heaviest cold weapon lance.
It falls on the chest, a full-coverage heavy armor that few people can wear even in the era of the peak of cold weapons.
The armor that was once known as the strongest defense in Samria let out an overwhelmed whine, and shattered into pieces, revealing the same classic cotton lining under the armor and making it impossible for men and women to find any flaws.
The golden curve, except - a red trace.
Those are the marks of the knife, the residue of ghost energy, and the traces of blood flow.
Leanna is hurt.
The unparalleled saint who was able to escape from yesterday's intense duel was cut off by Rean Schwarzer with a knife, her armor was broken, and her body was injured.
"Owner!!!"
Dubalie screamed and rushed towards Rean regardless, bringing his sword with him.
Ainais and Enea were similar. The former stood in front of the master with his ax and spear, while the latter opened his bow and shot arrows, attacking Rean together with Du Barry.
They are the "Iron Fleet", the direct bodyguards of the Saint, and their first duty is to protect the Lord.
If the master's defeat was just painful, then the master's injury in front of them touched their bottom line.
Definitely protect the master, this is the common belief of the "Iron Fleet".
No matter who wants to harm the owner, he has to step over their corpses.
By coincidence, Rean was suffering from the sequelae of an over-limit explosion.
Although the new one-sword "One-Sword Shura" has brilliant results, the burden on the body is greater than expected. Even though the ghost energy has calmed down after the outbreak, the body is still in a state of stiffness that cannot move.
Either Dubari or Enaya could kill him easily.
Fortunately, Rean is not fighting alone.
"Don't even think about it!"
Aqua-blue hair floated past her, and together with the blue sword, she stopped the "Sword of Speed".
The golden Kamen Rider's cape fluttered and he charged towards the "Magic Bow".
The pink spirit sword condensed in the air, deflected a bow and arrow comparable to Barrett's, and then turned into a rain of spiritual power and fell on Rean, healing his injuries and replenishing her losses.
Female knight Laura.
Alyssa, the daughter of goblins.
Emma, the witch's companion.
The three of them worked together, and their reactions and tacit understanding were as good as those of the "Iron Fleet".
In a quick attack and defense, the three women formed a formation and surrounded Rean, confronting each other with the "Iron Machine Team" who had also reorganized.
The "Iron Fleet" cannot tolerate Rean harming Liana, and Rean's companions also do not allow others to harm Rean.
The battle between women is about to break out.
At the critical moment, it was the saint who said: "Stop."
Only then did the tense atmosphere ease slightly.
"Master." Du Barry looked nervous, "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, the injury is not serious." Liana shook her head, threw away the lance in her hand, and sighed, "I lost. If I didn't wear armor, I might have to die again - 'One Blade Shura', Shura
It's a very powerful sword."
"Being recognized by you means that my efforts during this period have not been in vain." Li En leaned forward slightly to show his apology and respect.
"Is it worth it?" Liana did not show her approval like she did to Alleria yesterday, but instead looked solemn.
"I chose the path myself." Rean was magnanimous and unwavering.
""Obviously you are already a sword master. It is only a matter of time before you step into the realm of 'reason' and surpass me and the 'Golden Rakshasa'. Why rush for success? Taking the wrong path with your sword will plant hidden dangers for your future, and even make you
My career as a martial artist is shortened extremely quickly!"
Liana still made her words clear.
As a twenty-year-old sword master, it is not impossible to raise Samlia's martial arts to a higher level.
As soon as these words came out, the three women who were resolutely protecting Rean and the companions fighting elsewhere on the battlefield were all shocked, and they all looked at Rean with concern.
The young sword master who had regained his composure smiled slightly: "Let's talk about the future in the future. I value the present more than the distant and uncertain future. Only by mastering the present can we move towards the future - your words will definitely
I can understand it. Through the knife just now, I confirmed that you are actually the same as me."
Lianna knew that he was talking about how she also followed the path of Shura.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She was the one who initially granted the Shura Way to Levi, who then passed it on to Rean.
Still shaking his head: "It's different, there is no hidden danger in this body - your 'One Sword Shura' is indeed very strong, but unfortunately you failed to make me lose my fighting ability. If I say hello and fight again, you and your sword can
How long will it last?”
"You have seen through it."
Li En shook his wrist nonchalantly, and the ghostly energy from the blade disappeared.
The blade that was originally as smooth as a mirror was also covered with thrilling cracks, and fell apart with the movement of the hand, making a slight crisp sound.
Yes, Rean's knife was also broken.
The highly concentrated ghost energy collided with weapons and equipment known for their heavy weight such as the lance and armor, plus the previous high-temperature exposure to Macbon, and Fengqi was already overwhelmed.
After all, its material is just ordinary iron, and the design of the tachi itself is destined to be far more fragile than weapons such as Western swords, large swords, and epees.
Being able to continuously defeat the lance and heavy armor with Liana is already an extraordinary performance.
Liana took the one-handed sword from Du Barry's hand. After completely removing her armor, she skillfully performed a swordsmanship: "In addition to lance, I am also good at swordsmanship. What about you? Without the tachi, you can use the eight-leaf one-handed sword style.
How much of the divine essence can be exerted?"
On a similar note, Crowe told Rean more than two years ago that on the battlefield of the Riding God, Rean had to travel to the four major spiritual caves to collect Samlian stones to make a sword.
Weapons are the biggest limitation to the "Eight Leaves and One Sword Style". Even in the eastern part of the continent of Samria where it originated, the Taito is still a niche weapon.
only--
"Who said there is no Tai Sword?"
A voice full of energy rang out.
PS: I sent it out at once so that you can enjoy reading it. Of course it won’t be available this weekend. Anyway, the author’s output is so much. Although another book is almost finished, a new one will be published soon. I have already contacted the editor.
We have discussed it, either it will be a Pokémon theme or a Pirates fanfic. Although I personally prefer the latter, the theme of the prison doctrine is easy to get confused and entangled.