"Your current body may not be able to withstand the power of the nine-handled sword."
Gu Yue Yugui frowned slightly and said seriously, "Ordinary people's blood cannot control the Nine Fujin Swords, let alone you are seriously injured now..."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Amamiya Haruki spoke calmly, and with his blood-covered palm, he grabbed a purple long knife from the wooden box, inserted it with the scabbard into the pool of blood at his feet.
"One of the Nine Swords of Disaster, [Overcoming Disaster]."
Amamiya Haruki murmured to himself, took out the dark-colored long sword he had just obtained, and stabbed it into the ground.
"Two of the Nine Swords of Disaster, [Burial Mountain]."
When the second Fujin knife melted into the pool of blood, the two Fujin knives seemed to form some kind of echo through the blood, trembling slightly!
Purple and dark-colored shimmers flowed into the pool of blood, intertwined and connected together, and a mysterious aura emanated.
"Brother Amamiya, this is..."
Yurina stood aside, staring blankly at Amamiya Haruki's movements, her face full of confusion.
"He is using himself as a medium to induce the union of the nine knives." Gu Yue Yugui slowly said, "The auras of the nine Fujin knives are independent of each other. Only with blood as a guide and the body as a furnace can they be connected together.
…
In the words of when we forged the Fujin sword, he was making a sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?" Hoshimi Shota's face changed slightly, "Will he die?"
"Is it so easy to create a divine weapon? Just to create the Nine Blades of Fujin, I don't know how much life has accumulated. Now that the Nine Blades are integrated into one, life is also needed as a medium." Gu Yue Yugui paused, but still
said,
"But even if it is a sacrifice... not everyone can be a sacrifice."
Gu Yue Yugui turned his head and glanced at the figure in red who was fighting the Corpse God, then lowered his head and glanced at Yurina beside him, his eyes full of complexity.
Yurina was stunned.
Then, she seemed to understand something and pursed her lips slightly.
"Fifth of the Nine Swords of Fujin, [Black Rope]."
Amamiya Haruki took out the third Fukutsu sword from the wooden box and inserted it into the pool of blood.
A black light poured into the pool of blood and connected with the other two Fukutsu swords. Amamiya Haruki's figure swayed and his face became paler.
He stood there for a few seconds and then quickly pulled out the two Fujin knives remaining in the wooden box and thrust them into the ground.
"Sixth of the Nine Swords of Fujin, [Miscellaneous Eyes]."
"Eighth of the nine swords of Fujin, [Flame Bird]."
The integration of the two Fukutsu swords caused Gubo to be calm, and the pool of blood suddenly rippled. Two rays of light, one gold and one red, poured into Amamiya Haruki's body. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body
He suddenly fell to his knees and fell to the ground.
He lowered his head, his face was covered with big beads of sweat, and he was breathing heavily.
The weight of the five Fujin knives has completely crushed his bloodline... For an ordinary person like him, being able to persist to this point is purely supported by his will.
However, whether he admits it or not, his body is reaching its limit.
He gritted his teeth and stood stubbornly in the pool of blood behind the five Fujin knives. His eyes were full of unwillingness, and he still firmly reached out his hand to grab the long knife at his waist.
At this moment, a palm gently grabbed the [Yubeng] scabbard.
Amamiya Haruki was stunned and turned around to look.
I saw the petite Yurina, stepping on wooden clogs, standing quietly in a pool of blood. The rainwater flowed down her wet black hair and dripped on the old kimono with black background Sakura.
Her right hand was tightly holding the scabbard of [Yubeng].
"You pear..."
"Brother Amamiya, let me do it." Yurina smiled slightly, "You are just an ordinary person without royal blood. You cannot carry so many Fukutsu swords... This is destined to be the responsibility of our Yurina family."
Although Guzuki Yuki didn't say it clearly, his glance just now was already conveying a certain message... and Yurina was very smart.
The blood of ordinary people cannot carry the power of the Nine Fujin Swords. The implication is that only the blood of kings can do it.
After Yuri Kurotetsu's death, the only ones in the entire "human circle" who have the royal blood inheritance are her elder sister Yurina and her younger brother Yuri Takibai.
Although Yurina's royal blood is recessive, the recessive royal blood is still royal blood.
In other words, if she wants to save this "circle of people", one of her and Yuuri Takibai must become the sacrifice of the Fukutsu sword, and Yuuri Na knows very well that if Yuuri Takibai is here, he
I will definitely serve as this sacrifice without hesitation...
And she didn't want her brother to be a sacrifice.
Amemiya Haruki looked at her deeply and shook her head firmly, "You siblings are too young... I can do it without the blood of the king."
He stretched out his hand to pull out the handle of [Yubeng], but Yurina's palm clamped it firmly, showing no intention of letting go.
Amamiya Haruki frowned.
Clang——!
The soft sound of the sword being unsheathed sounded.
However, the one that was unsheathed was not [Yubeng], but [Qianzhe].
"I'm sorry, Amamiya-nii." Yurina stood among the paper cranes in the sky and said with an apologetic smile, "Although I am the Fukutsu sword master, I haven't been able to help much. I'm not as powerful as you, and I'm not as powerful as Takashiro.
If you are aware, this should be the only thing I can do for you...
Perhaps, this is my destined destination."
With a strong tug, she tore [Ubeng] directly from Amamiya Haruki's waist. Paper cranes flew around him, and rolled it directly into the sky, turning it into a paper crane cage, trapping him.
Seal inside.
"you can not……"
The seriously injured Amamiya Haruki couldn't get rid of the shackles of [Chizuru] without [Ame Beng]. Just when he was about to say something, several paper cranes unfolded and turned into seals, locking his mouth.
.
At the same time, the other paper cranes also passed by the waists of Shota Hoshimi and Yoshiki Furuhara, pecked lightly with their beaks, and grabbed the other two swords.
Snow-white paper cranes were flying in the air with two Fujin knives in their mouths. In the center of them, a petite figure raised his head, glanced at the figure in red who was fighting in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes.
She cut her palm, and bright red blood flowed down her fingertips into a pool of blood. As her blood poured in, the five Fujin knives that had been inserted into the ground became bright again, with various lights and shadows.
The blood was intertwined and finally gathered in her body.
Yurina raised the dark blue knife in her hand and plunged it heavily into the pool of blood.
"The fourth of the nine swords of Fujin, [Yubeng]."
After Yurina stabbed the knife, she reached out and raised her hand towards the sky. The flying paper crane dropped a long vermilion knife and landed in her hand.
"Brother Shota, after the Nine Swordsmen of Fukutsu merge into one, Sister Takeki will also get rid of the swords and regain her freedom. By then... you will be able to be together forever."
She smiled slightly at Hoshimi Shota in the distance.
The long scarlet knife stabbed into the pool of blood.
"The Seventh of the Nine Swords of Fujin, [Martial Princess]."