Amamiya Haruki was wearing a black kimono and holding a long sword in his hand. He stood quietly in the pouring rain. His sharp eyes stared at the terrifying giant figure on the top of the rain-curtained mountain and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the smell of salty blood instantly filled his mouth. He lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood mist at the [Yubeng] in his hand. It was mixed with the surrounding rainwater and adsorbed on the surface of the blade. A trace of blood quickly appeared on the originally dark blue blade.
Weird blood red.
He turned the blade and stabbed hard at the puddles gathering at his feet!
In the reflection of the water at his feet, a sword spirit with white clothes and white hair, also holding a [Raibeng], pierced the water at the same time as Amamiya Haruki, and the shadows of the two long swords suddenly overlapped.
boom--!!
Invisible air waves erupted with Amamiya Haruki as the center, and the blood-stained black kimono was blown in the rain. His black hair began to be dyed pale to the naked eye, and an indescribable charm came from those pairs of
Emitted from the cold eyes.
The soul of the sword in the reflection of the puddle began to merge with the shadow of Amamiya Haruki.
Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, instantly pulled out the [Rainbeng] from the puddle, stepped hard on the ground with both feet, and flashed into the reflection of a raindrop, heading towards the corpse god on the top of the mountain at an alarming speed
Rush!
When Furuhara Yoshiki saw this scene, he opened his mouth in shock.
At this moment, Yurina on the side bit her lips, quickly carried the wooden box behind her, grabbed his wrist, and ran down the mountain.
"Go quickly!" In the heavy rain, Yurina's eyes were full of sadness and determination, "Brother Amamiya has entered the rain god state. If we stay here for one more second, he will burn up a lot of life! Go quickly!"
Under Yurina's drag, Furuhara Yoshiki could only quickly change direction and start flying quickly.
Yurina put her hand into her arms, took out a blue-gray game controller, and quickly pressed a series of buttons with her fingers:
Up, down, left, left, right, right baba.
When the last button was pressed, the blue-gray game controller turned into a faint light, rushed to the horizon somewhere, and disappeared in the rain.
E-level props, [Paging Handle].
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The other side of the mountain.
Hoshimi Shouta coughed and stood up from the rain. He was slightly startled when he saw the figure in black who fearlessly rushed to the top of the mountain.
"Amamiya?" His eyes widened, "Is he crazy? How dare a person fight with that thing with a Fukutsu sword?! Buti! Hurry! Let's help him!"
Hoshimi Shota didn't hesitate at all, and quickly rushed towards the top of the mountain with the red sword on his waist.
He had just taken two steps when the slim figure clad in scarlet feathers stretched out her hand to stop him.
"Shouta, it's too dangerous for you to go." Wu Ji's coquettish eyes stared at Hoshimi Shota seriously, "Although you are my sword master, you are just an ordinary high school student. The aftermath of the battle is casual.
, will drag you into a situation where you will never recover."
"But I can't leave him alone!"
"He did this just to let you escape here safely. If you look back, everything he did will be meaningless."
Takeki looked at Hoshimi Shota's struggling face, with a gentle look on her face. She held Shota's palm and spoke softly: "Shouta, don't you want to know why I must recognize you as the sword master?"
?
If you can run down the mountain within ten minutes, I'll tell you...if you don't do it, you will be punished if you go back.
This is our game today."
Wu Ji let go of Shota's hand and took two steps back. She stood quietly in the rain, the vermilion feathers fluttering in the wind, and she smiled slightly.
"So, my sword master, Hoshimi Shota...are you ready to start today's game?"
Hoshimi Shota stared at her blankly for a moment, then turned to look at the figure in black who was about to reach the top of the mountain. An unprecedented tangle appeared in his eyes. Finally, he made up his mind, turned around and rushed down the mountain.
"I will protect myself." Hoshimi Shota's voice came through the rain, "You have to bring Amamiya back alive!"
Seeing Shota Hoshimi rushing down the mountain crazily, the smile on Butei's face grew stronger. She turned around and looked at the terrifying giant figure on the top of the mountain, and the smile on her face gradually faded away.
She snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with both feet, and directly shattered a large area of the mountain, and her body was blasted towards the top of Mount Fuji like a cannonball.
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On top of the mountain.
The black corpse god covering the sky was facing the direction in which the people were fleeing, and terrifying divine power was surging in the crack, as if it was about to burst out at the next moment.
At this moment, a drop of rainwater fell directly in front of the Corpse God. In the curved arc reflection, a figure in black was rapidly zooming in!
Clang——!
A wisp of dark blue sword light cut out from the rain, and accurately struck the lower jaw of the corpse god's head. The nearby rainwater rolled back around the sword light, turning into a huge rain dragon that soared into the sky, roaring out!
This knife directly chopped off the corpse god's head and raised it slightly. The red thread of destruction burst out from the crack, flew into the sky against the mountain, split the distant city debris and the sky into two, and roared and exploded.
The sound echoed in the sky.
The white-haired Amamiya Haruki held the sword in both hands, with his body half hanging in the sky. The blade of the sword was aimed at the head of the corpse god, and he chopped it down again!
Boom!!
The corpse god's right hand roared and slapped on Amamiya Haruki's body at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. The giant palm like a building accumulated air, emitted a low explosion, and smashed it directly into the broken mountain below!
Amamiya Haruki tightly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands to prevent Yu Beng from being knocked out. His back smashed through the mountain and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was extremely pale.
If he hadn't merged with the sword soul and entered the rain god state, this blow would have killed him.
Before Amamiya Haruki could climb out of the mountain, the Corpse God raised his sky-shielding soles and crashed down on the broken soil where he lay, as if to crush a humble and insignificant ant to death.
.
A vermilion figure quickly flew across the sky!
Wu Ji's fist instantly penetrated the rain curtain and hit the zombie god's feet. The tip of the fist hit the surface of the skin flowing with black liquid, making a loud sound of gold and iron. At the same time, a wave of air visible to the naked eye came from the fist.
Rushing out from between the feet!
The ground beneath Wu Ji's feet suddenly exploded!
That white and slender hand actually held the Corpse God's huge, sky-shielding feet. The vermilion feathers on Wu Ji's body danced wildly in the strong wind, and her coquettish fox eyes burst into flames.
Show high-spirited fighting spirit!
In an instant, Wu Ji's fist moved downward half a minute, leaving a slight gap between the corpse god's giant feet, and then punched again.
Boom——!!
This punch shook the Corpse God's body backwards. It raised its soles and stepped backwards on the mountain, barely able to stabilize its huge figure.