The giant snake made of secret magic swallowed Osawa's right arm, and then used the forbidden technique of blood magic to forcefully drain away the divine power in it, allowing the blood to escape Osawa's control for a moment——
At the same time, Qing Keisuke clasped his fingers together under the water, blood oozing out from between his fingers, causing resonance with his own blood.
"Buzz——"
In an instant, his own spirituality, Hanako-1's spirituality, and Osawa's divinity all merged in the blood. The giant snake suddenly lit up with a red light, and then the entire body silently dissolved, transforming into a bloody sun hanging in the air.
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"Blood Curse·All things return to their origin."
"call--"
He gasped softly, and the turbulent spirituality in his body became quiet for a moment, and then this quietness spread to the outside world along with his breathing.
The scorching sun swallowed up all the sounds, and then, under Qing Keisuke's will, silently shattered and exploded, spreading destruction equally.
The bright red light penetrated the cracks and illuminated the entire pure domain.
In this moment, Qing Keisuke burned out at least one tenth of the origin of Osawa's blood. This power was far more powerful than Osawa's own use!
The violent explosions completely destroyed the barriers inside and outside the core, and also destroyed Daze in the center again and again.
He kept roaring and recovering from the explosion, waving his remaining arms, trying to tear this endless light curtain into pieces, but this madness without giving in made him suffer more damage.
Qing Keisuke hid at the bottom of the water, observing everything calmly. Osawa's aura had obviously weakened.
——The counterfeit gods are indeed not omnipotent.
But at this moment when he should have been delighted that the attack was effective, Qing Keisuke suddenly felt a biting chill, and a spiritual warning suddenly exploded in his mind.
He subconsciously built a wall of chains around him. Amidst the sound of the chains rubbing violently, a cold light suddenly flew over. He cut the chains easily and the blade fell towards Qing Keisuke's neck.
But with this moment of reaction time, Qing Keisuke directly used Hanako's talent to escape.
"Oh, what an amazing reaction."
Behind the iron wall, a burly old man wearing coarse cloth appeared. He was over two meters tall, with muscles all over his body tense and bulging. He was holding a broad-backed sword with cold light in his hand.
It wasn't until he missed the blow that the water flow was driven by the old man's rapidity, violently exploding countless white vapors, and turned into a waterfall-like turbulence.
"You faced the power of the gods and achieved such an outstanding result. When your mind should have been shaken and your flaws exposed, I thought I could chop off your head with one sword."
The old man said regretfully: "It seems that my sword is still not fast enough."
At his waist, there is a wooden scabbard, and a mask casually tied to the belt - which was once worn on his face.
"I've never heard of a young man like you before. Since I'm not dead with one sword, I'll give you a chance to report my origins."
He was so powerful, and he didn't mind the fact that he had sneak attacks in his words. Not only did he admit it openly, but he even regretted that he failed to succeed.
Qing Keisuke's body instinctively tensed up. Under the old man's gaze, he felt far greater pressure than facing Osawa.
"This is really..."
Qing Keisuke had already realized the identity of the visitor, and the sharp and heavy spirituality in the demonic eyes had made the numerical value lose its meaning of measurement.
The sword in his hand also conveyed a heavy aura like the mountains, but such a heavy sword was so fast that even the water flow had no time to react.
It is the sword destined by the Sword Master to determine life and death!
Coming in person!
Aoi Keisuke ignored the Shantou Sword Master's temporary preferential treatment, or in other words, the king's kindness.
This slight was actually the best invitation to challenge him to a duel.
"Ah……"
Qing Guijie burst into laughter, glanced at the mountain boy sword master, and said: "I'm just waiting for the false god to recover so that he can attack me easily. Why bother saying such shameless words?"
"Oh, have you even seen through such thoughts?" The Mountain Boy Sword Master raised the long sword in his hand and patted his face with the other hand, making a "papa" sound.
"As people get older, they always become thicker-skinned, and they no longer value such frivolous things as bushido and faith.
The only thing I care about is my meager bloodline and the disciples who play with swords in the dojo."
There is no doubt that this is a powerful enemy who will do anything to win!
"How is my disciple, Ouzang Taku?" Shantong Sword Master asked again.
Qing Keisuke was silent for a moment and replied: "Although he is an out-and-out weakling, he does have a sword worth looking at."
The Mountain Boy Sword Master burst out laughing when he heard this. His lung capacity was so amazing that his voice almost reached from the bottom of the lake to the surface.
Then he murmured loudly to himself, "Really? Really?", and happily said to Qing Keisuke: "Taku is my favorite disciple. When I picked him up from the mountains, I thought he was a little kid who jumped out of nowhere.
Monster, I was a little disappointed when I finally found out it was a human.
But then I didn’t expect that he was the disciple who best understood my swordsmanship.”
Originally, his sword failed, so he had the idea of letting Qing Keisuke reveal his origin and spare his life.
But now, he wants to send his disciple's precious last enemy to the underworld and accompany him to continue testing swords in the realm of the dead.
"Tell me your name, young man! I am Masako Yamamori!"
"Qing Keisuke." Qing Keisuke said calmly.
"Very well, Qinggui, please continue to sharpen my disciple's sword.
As a teacher, I failed to teach him well, so I can only do small things behind his back."
Qing Keisuke sneered again when he heard this. He dodged again and distanced himself from the Shantou Sword Master, and then said: "Before that, let me deal with the guy who is in the way."
He clenched his fists suddenly, as if he had grasped countless threads invisibly.
These threads are connected one by one to the stars lingering in the sky.
There was a soft "bang" sound, and all the stars were extinguished at this moment, and even the last afterglow of the scorching sun was swallowed up by darkness.
This extremely huge power finally fell into Qing Keisuke's hands, causing Yamamori Masaho to narrow his eyes and hold down the handle of the knife with one hand, not choosing to step forward and draw the knife.
He could vaguely see that Qing Keisuke's blow would fall on a predetermined target, but if he struck rashly, the target would definitely be transferred to him.
He calmly and calmly watched the final farewell of the God of Daze Mountain without saying a word.
As the sword master who guards Yokote City, he naturally knows the secrets of Osawa Mountain and has been here twice.
Once he was rejected by the Curse and the Pure Realm, and once he came with the people from the General Alliance and harvested a drop of the blood of the gods and the remains of the gods.
Coming here for the third time, I didn't expect to witness the end of this pure realm, nor did I expect to have to send away a disciple with my own hands.
Perhaps this is the punishment for one's blasphemy?
The old man laughed inexplicably when he thought of this.
When he was young, he listened to the sounds of the mountains.
Now, it’s up to the mountains to follow his will!
But to the surprise of Shantou Swordsman, Qing Keisuke did not direct that huge power towards the pseudo-god of the same origin, but instead outlined a mysterious secret ceremony to once again strengthen the connection between the two.
Osawa's last legacy suddenly echoed again:
Qing Keisuke was silent. He and Hoshino had already listened to the story he wanted to convey.
It's now time to end.
Qing Keisuke looked solemn, held up his hands, and miniature stars rose up in his palms one after another.
Each star corresponds to a node within the body of Daze God - at this moment, the stars began to perish one by one.
High in the sky, Daze's extremely mournful wail suddenly sounded. His body collapsed along with the star, and the god's blood spilled down in sheets, dyeing the entire water red.
"Weeping son... maple leaf..."
The disappearance of these stars was the final funeral prepared by Qing Keisuke for Him.