Chapter 691 Telling the Way with a Sword

Holy text: Visionary.

The specific form of its ability is to instantly turn the things imagined in the mind into reality.

It can only be used to create objects out of thin air, but cannot destroy or transform objects out of thin air, unless the object is created by oneself.

The Dreamer is known as one of the most buggy sacred text abilities. The way the original owner died was as bizarre and nonsensical as Yhwach who was killed with a sword in the final ending. It was indeed one of the bugs that caused him to be forcibly drawn to death.

In layman's terms, it is a certain version of reality gems.

But even so, with all kinds of restrictions, it still cannot shake the strong BUG status of Dreamer.

In a sense it is.

Whether a visionary is powerful or not depends on three points: the size of your brain, your own knowledge reserve, and your firm will. As long as you meet the above three factors, then you are omnipotent in disguise.

After three waves of meteorite rain.

The Infinite Hell has become full of pits, with giant pits measuring 1,800 meters tall everywhere. Everywhere you look is filled with billowing black smoke. The surface of the earth is granular and crystallized. There is still an unbearable high temperature in the air.

Unohana Yachiryu is almost naked, her clothes were torn to pieces by the storm of falling meteorites, and her skin as white as suet is exposed, covered with large burnt black scars. Against the backdrop of the billowing black smoke rising all around, she actually looks... A different kind of beauty, like a broken piece of art.

"What, do you want to continue?"

Lord put on a playful smile, looked at Uozhihua who still had a stubborn expression and was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, and said: "Although I can't bear it, as long as I can make you admit defeat, I don't mind continuing."

The implication is.

Before Unohana gives up and admits defeat, he will keep summoning meteorites, turning this peak showdown between the two sides into a boring battle.

"You underestimate me."

The murderous intent was in the eyes of Unohana Yaqianliu, and he took a step forward with his crystal jade feet. The long sword as red as blood in his hand trembled lightly, and made bursts of clear sounds, and the soft and murderous sounds were heard in his ears. Pan Echo: "I have already said that the battle will not end until you kill me."

It's so difficult to change someone's mind, let alone the woman in front of her. She has been the best in swordsmanship for thousands of years, and her will is as firm as a mountain. How could she be shaken by his few words?

The sword edge was wrapped with a sharp cold light, and it cut through the air like a broken bamboo, pointing directly at Lord's neck.

As soon as Lord raised his hand, Unohana Eight Thousand Liu noticed it. The blade of the sword turned and brought up a boundless storm, and the flowing blood-red silk threads danced towards his arm.

The blood-red thread looked unusually slender, but it was extremely sharp. Everything it touched along the way was cut off silently.

Lord didn't intend to be like Yang Guo. The burst of spiritual pressure shattered those red lines. He moved lightly with the soles of his feet to avoid the sword swing. A few strands of black hair on his forehead were accidentally cut off by the sharp sword energy.

"Yachenryu·Kendo·Ronbu!"

Unohana Yachiryu waved his sword, flying like a needle and thread. The blood-red thread became tighter and tighter, constantly suppressing Lord's movement range.

As there are more and more red threads, like a hurricane roaring away, the movable range becomes smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two people is directly shortened, and the distance between them is no more than a few centimeters.

In this fatal situation, Lorde couldn't calm down and imagine specific things in his mind. The main influencing factor was... Sister Hua's was too big.

To know......

The current Hua Jie is no different from being almost naked. With such a beauty fighting close to her, even Lorde, who is as steady as an old dog, will inevitably feel disturbed and his eyes will always move involuntarily.

Sure enough...it's so big.

As soon as a thought arose, the cold murderous intent brought him back to reality, and a sharp sword light swept directly into his eyes.

Lord leaned back to avoid it, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. If he hadn't avoided it, half of his head would have been chopped off.

Huhuhu——

Before he could even take a breath, Mao Zhihua's sword edge pressed down, with the force of a mountain-shattering crack, as if it was going to split his whole body.

"Fuck!"

Lord exclaimed in fright. He subconsciously concentrated his spiritual pressure, and his blood flowed faster, condensing into lines on the body surface. Then he clenched his fist with five fingers and struck forward.

when!

The fists and swords collided, making a clanging sound.

Under the double protection of steel skin and static blood armor, Luo De's fist became as hard as iron. Even though the eight thousand sword energy of Mao Zhihua was sharp, the bloody knife corrupted a large area of ​​skin and flesh, but it still couldn't catch up with the super speed again.

Who would have guessed.

The corner of Uozhihua's lips curled up, and she leaned sideways to use the force of the sword. The angle of the hand holding the sword was deflected by half an inch. The blood-red blade stuck to her arm and slashed towards his head.

"It's so difficult..."

Lord secretly thought it was trouble, and had no choice but to stretch out his other hand and turn his fist into a palm to hit Uozhihua's abdomen, trying to push her away.

But no matter what, it's slightly off by half an inch.

This palm did not hit the abdomen, but hit Uzhihua's...chest.

Lorde pinched subconsciously.

Hmm...it feels good.

It's unusually soft yet upright at the same time. It's the ultimate experience in the world. It makes you linger for a while, and you can't help but want to pinch it twice more.

"Have you touched enough?"

A voice filled with murderous intent sounded.

Lord shuddered immediately, and his eyes met Uzhihua. In those dark eyes, a hint of shame was replaced by rage.

boom--! ! !

A dense flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

This woman has all kinds of sword moves at her fingertips, as exquisite as ever.

It can be said to be the essence of killing skills. The blade of the sword dances like a butterfly, and is as strange and hard to find as a poisonous snake hunting. It is a pleasure to watch.

Uzhihua, who was in a rage, had completely given up on defense, and went straight to the vital point with the knife, showing no mercy at all.

Lord cried out in agony and retreated to avoid the intense sword light, with pieces of flesh being cut off from time to time.

If I had known earlier, I would have stopped pinching just now.

But unfortunately, it was too late to regret now, and Lord was not stupid enough to reason with an angry woman.

Finally, Lord's eyes changed.

Since no other method could make her stop, she could only choose the most primitive method, which was to speak with the sword in her hand.

Sensing the change in Lord's mood, Maozhihua was furious and said coldly: "Are you finally serious about it?"

"Well, that's right."

Lord nodded slightly and said calmly: "After much thought, this is the best way."

Only when Unohana experiences extreme despair along the way of swordsmanship will she be forced to give up her ideas.

In that case...let's do it.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly began to tremble, and the air was as thick as water. As the majestic pressure rose, wave after wave of air waves were set off, beating the void one after another.

In the eyes of Mao Zhihua.

Lorde's thin body seemed to be lifted up infinitely at this moment, and her spine was bent and broken by the majestic momentum as thick as a mountain. The hairs all over her body stood up, and fear emanated from her pores.

"This is it......"

Maozhihua Baqianliu stood on the spot, with blood in his eyes: "This is what I am pursuing, release it...Lord!"

Boom!

Lord took a step forward, causing ripples in the air that spread out in a circular shape.

boom!

Unohana Yachiryu was knocked back hundreds of meters by the air wave. He suddenly felt a depression in his chest, and the fishy smell flowed up his throat. He immediately gritted his teeth and finally swallowed, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

Taking the second step, several aura rings exploded.

The entire Hell seemed to be shaking, and large swaths of air exploded and roared, like thousands of thunders across the sky. The sound alone made Maozhihua's energy and blood boil.

Taking the third step, Lord held an ordinary blade in his hand and raised it high to the sky.

"Eight Thousand Styles·Swordsmanship·Breaking Sky Slash!"

There was an understatement, and then Lord waved his blade with his arm and slashed out from top to bottom.

The straight blade fell, and the world suddenly fell into darkness. Everything seemed to have been stripped of its shape, as if it had been cut off by an invisible force.

A long and narrow straight sword light cut through the entire hell, and the space along the way was shattered inch by inch. Through countless broken void mirrors, things showed twisted and folded shapes.

"This is...my swordsmanship?"

The pupils of Uozhihua Yaqianliu were shocked. Unexpectedly, after being used by Lord, his sword moves would completely change.

But there was no time for her to think about it.

The long and narrow sword light was in front of him.

Maozhihua Baqianliu held his breath and concentrated, cut off thousands of distracting thoughts in his mind, and concentrated on his hands.

Step forward and draw your sword.

The blood-colored waning moon stretched across the sky, and the sword power condensed into a point. From the moment the blade was unsheathed, it bloomed with a monstrous blood-colored brilliance, like a vast red cloud swallowing up half of the sky.

"Eight Thousand Styles·Swordsmanship·Yellow Spring!"