Two figures shuttled rapidly among the mirror images of tall buildings!
boom--!!!
A lens flew out from the hand of the silver-robed Oracle, magnified rapidly, like a building-high blade, slashed across the street, directly razing dozens of buildings to the ground, making a loud buzzing sound.
Thick smoke billows from all directions.
In the smoke and dust, Uncle Kyousuke held an empty scabbard and wandered among the gravel, avoiding all attacks nimbly, while the withered red rose around his waist swayed gently.
He looked back behind him. The silver-robed Oracle was like a flying bird, flying directly across the sky and hitting him!
Boom——!!
The silver figure fell in front of Uncle Kyousuke like a meteorite, creating dense cracks. The ground looked like a mirror struck by a hammer, and seemed to be broken quickly.
The silver-robed oracle held the [Black Rope] in his hand, looked at Uncle Kyousuke mockingly, and spoke slowly:
"Yuuri Heizhe, it's better to give up resistance. With that scabbard of yours, there's no way you can be my opponent..."
Uncle Kyosuke, who was wearing a sexy sequined suit, looked at him calmly, "Even if I only had the scabbard, you still wouldn't be able to catch me, right?"
The silver-robed oracle frowned slightly, "That's not because your hypnosis and illusions are too cunning, it's just a Fujin knife..."
"It's just a matter of fact?" Uncle Kyousuke laughed, "Don't you also have a Fukutsu sword in your hand? Why don't you try and see if you can pull it out?"
The silver-robed oracle's expression became even more gloomy. He lowered his head and glanced at the [Black Rope] in his hand, seeming to be moved.
The Fujin Sword and the owner of the Fujin Sword have always been the old enemies of the Oracles, but so far, the silver-robed Oracle has never held a Fujin Sword with his own hands. They all say that only its owner can pull out the Fujin Sword.
He didn't believe it.
"So what if you try?"
The silver-robed oracle put his right hand on the handle of the knife and suddenly exerted force on his palm!
The extremely silky [Black Rope] in Hankawaji's hands was as motionless as a rock at the moment. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out even half!
You must know that the Oracle himself is already a reformer, and his power is extremely terrifying. It is not a problem for him to demolish a building with one punch, but at this moment, he is helpless against this small Fujin sword.
Looking at this scene, Uncle Kyosuke's smile grew even stronger.
"Huh, boring." The silver-robed oracle looked a little confused. He put the [Black Rope] back in his palm, looked at Uncle Kyousuke and said coldly, "Are you stalling for time? What are you waiting for? Those few days
All the young people who could pose a threat to me have left, and no one can come to save you..."
"Who said that the one who came to save me must be a human being?"
Uncle Kyousuke seemed to have noticed something. He looked down at his waist, smiled and spoke.
An afterimage of blond hair suddenly flew out of the mirror, turned into a flash of golden light, poured into the empty scabbard at the waist, and turned into a slender golden blade. The Fujin Sword was finally restored to its integrity.
Uncle Kyosuke gently placed his palm on the handle of the knife, his expression calming down.
"Sword Soul? This is the mirror world, how did it get in?" When the silver-robed oracle saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"No matter where it is, the soul of the sword can return to its sheath regardless of distance. Don't you know?" Uncle Kyosuke said with a smile, "Oh, of course you don't know. After all, you can't even pull out a Fukutsu sword.
…”
Anger appeared in the eyes of the silver-robed oracle.
"So what if you have a complete Fujin Sword in your hand? [Miscellaneous Eyes] is useless in battle, you still can't beat me!"
After saying that, he suddenly clasped his hands in front of him, and the entire mirror world shook violently!
Bang bang bang——!!
The mirror reflections of the buildings on both sides of the street rose from the ground, like two magnets attracting each other, and they quickly collided with Uncle Kyousuke in the center. In contrast to the size of the two buildings, Uncle Kyousuke's figure looked like an ant.
Small.
But there was no trace of panic on his face, and he stood there quietly, looking at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, as if he had thought of something happy.
The [Miscellaneous Eye] on his waist was slowly unsheathed.
boom--!!!
The two buildings collided with a crash, and countless bricks and lenses flew out. Invisible air waves swept across, blowing the trees on both sides of the street.
Smoke and dust filled the air, Oracle made the aperture in his left eye flow, looking for traces of Uncle Kyousuke in the gap between the two buildings, but there was no harvest at all...
No?
Where did he go?
"Are you looking for me?"
A long voice came from behind the silver-robed oracle. His pupils suddenly shrank and he ducked suddenly. A lens popped out from his palm, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blade more than forty meters long and slashed behind him!
This mirror blade cut across Uncle Kyousuke's body, penetrating as if nothing existed. Uncle Kyousuke was wearing a sexy sequined suit, with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a smile.
"Another hallucination..."
The silver-robed oracle frowned slightly, seeming very unhappy, "So what about hallucinations? You can only use [Mysterious Eyes] to escape, and you cannot take the initiative to attack me. If this continues, you will be the one who becomes passive."
"Yeah?"
The corners of Uncle Kyousuke's mouth raised slightly.
He looked down at the long golden knife in his hand and spoke slowly, "It is true that I cannot use [Mysterious Eyes] to cause harm to you, but... I can use hypnosis to mislead you.
for example,
Do you really think that what you just threw out was a lens?"
Hearing these words, the silver-robed Oracle was slightly startled. He seemed to have thought of something and looked down at his hands.
In his left hand, he held a lens.
And the right hand is already empty...
If the lens is still in his hand, then... what was it that he just threw out?
The silver-robed oracle raised his head blankly, and saw that at some point, the figure of Uncle Kyosuke who had been standing there had disappeared, and not far away, he slowly bent down and picked up what he had dropped on the road.
black long knife.
【Black Rope】!
He actually threw the [Black Rope] out just now!
Uncle Kyousuke stood up straight and hung the long black knife on his waist in a leisurely manner. At this moment, there were two completely different knives hanging on his waist.
He held the golden [Miscellaneous Eye] in his right hand, rested his left hand on the handle of the black long sword, looked at the silver-robed Oracle with a smile, and pulled out the second Fujin sword from the sheath easily and comfortably!
【Black Rope】Unsheathed!
Two Fujin swords, one gold and one black, were held in his hands. The smile on Uncle Kyousuke's face gradually faded, his eyes were as calm as the deep lake water, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes!