Chapter 667
The Wind of Absolute Slash released a powerful blade storm, which was a powerful whirlwind that engulfed all the surrounding monster skeleton demigods.
The wind was like a knife, directly cutting the body of the black charcoal snake from all parts, and the incision surface was very smooth. The monster howled in pain, and the scattered limbs were torn into pieces by the blade storm, and the storm was mixed with the smell of blood.
The blade storm lasted for about a few minutes, and the wind swordsman kept moving in the wind, and the long sword in his hand accompanied day and night, slashing the body of the black charcoal snake one sword after another.
The beheading work was also done by himself. The neck of the skeleton demigod was cut open, and after the head was disconnected from the body, the worried Yasuo added a few more cuts to the head.
Almost all the parts of the body visible to the naked eye were taken care of by Yasuo with a sword. The battle scene can no longer be described as dismemberment. This scene should be called Lingchi.
After the storm subsided, the swordsman staggered to the open space, and barely maintained his balance by embedding his sword in the ground. His face and body were covered with weak sweat.
"I'm really old. If it takes a while, I probably won't be able to use the Wind Breath Slash." Yasuo sensed the aging of his body. Time is indeed unforgiving. Coupled with the injuries in recent years, he looks older than his peers.
Although he is already very old, he can still lift the knife. There is no good meat on the eighth form of Kurozumi Orochi. He was sliced on the spot by the Wind Swordsman, and now there is a pile of debris left.
The vital parts of the skeleton demigod, such as the head and heart, are taken care of. Yasuo did this to prevent the monster from reviving. He has infinite fantasies about the vitality of Kurozumi Orochi. If there is a chance, he must use all his strength, otherwise he will be unlucky.
"Is everything over?"
Of course not!
The body of the Skeleton Demigod was cut into countless pieces, each of which exuded the breath of death. It was already dead and could not die again. The broken limbs and flowing blood witnessed its end.
However, just when all the audience thought that everything was over, a dazzling red light lit up. The light was like a burning flame, instantly dispelling the darkness. Under the light, the fragments of the monster began to tremble, as if being pulled by a mysterious force.
Gradually, these fragments began to recombine, they attracted each other, and kept deforming during the splicing process. The images of death from the first form to the seventh form were revealed, and finally spliced together, the eighth form of the black charcoal snake.
This monster is bigger than before, and the bone spurs on its back are more hideous. Its body exudes a powerful breath, and the beast-like panting sound remains unchanged.
Its eyes flashed with red light, as if announcing its rebirth to the world. It opened its mouth and let out a low roar, and the sound seemed to come from the depths of hell.
Everything that the Wind Swordsman had worked so hard for, the ultimate move that he was proud of after learning all his life, did work on Kurozumi Orochi. The effect was one thing, and whether it could kill him was another.
After recovering his body, the skeleton moved his joints halfway, and the crisp sound of joints creaked in the air, "I recognize your swordsmanship, Yasuo, which is better than that fool Kozuki Oden. I can give you a chance now. As long as you surrender to me and swear allegiance to me, I will not attack you today."
Facing the olive branch thrown by the monster, Yasuo's unchanging ice face suddenly squeezed out a self-deprecating smile. He had already tested his limit. At this age, his swordsmanship could not break through again, unless he was not a human being.
After all, the human body has its limits. The life span alone is an eternal problem. Although birth, aging, illness and death are common human nature, there are always some people who go against the will of heaven.
Even if he is not a human, he must continue to become stronger. Yasuo would not do such a shameful thing as his predecessor. He would rather die as a human than choose not to be a human. The old man is most proud of his human identity.
"My fate is in my own hands, Black Charcoal Snake, face the wind"!
The Wind Swordsman once again met the wind, but this time the monster in front of him did not give him a chance. Since the opponent has made a choice, there is no need for Black Charcoal Snake to waste time.
The swordsman held the sword tightly in his hand and rushed towards the skeleton demigod with a firm look in his eyes. The old man's steps were steady and his posture was agile, as if nothing in the world could stop him from moving forward.
However, before he could get close to the monster, the speed of the Black Charcoal Snake exceeded his imagination. It moved as fast as a flash of lightning, leaving the swordsman no time to react.
In an instant, the skeleton demigod launched an attack. Its sharp claws fiercely scratched the swordsman's arm. With a burst of pain, the swordsman's sword-holding arm was disconnected from the body, and blood burst into the air.Let go.
The swordsman took a breath of cold air in pain, but he did not give up. He covered the wound tightly with his other hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing. His eyes were still full of perseverance and determination. He could not fall down like this. Yasuo had to fight to the end.
At this critical moment, the swordsman used up his last bit of strength, picked up the long sword with his non-dominant hand, and launched a final death charge at the monster.
The closer he got to the black charcoal snake, the more memories that Yasuo had forgotten emerged in his mind. That was the scene when he and his elder brother became apprentices and learned art together. They practiced swordsmanship together from sunrise to sunset, until one day there was a misunderstanding, until one day the teacher died, until one day the two brothers were separated forever.
This long-lost memory made Yasuo burst into tears, "It's really useless. Maybe I can see Yongen in another world."
Since the other party was eager to die, the black charcoal snake was also ready to be a good person, meet the request of the wind swordsman, and personally send his "old friend" a way.
The arm of the skeleton demigod was covered with bone spurs, which penetrated through layers of blade storms and pierced through Yasuo's chest without any obstruction. Just when he was about to use horizontal force to completely dismember the "old friend" in front of him.
The mace that appeared from nowhere suddenly attacked with brute force to stop the dismemberment. A beautiful figure appeared in the sky, "I will never let anyone get hurt again. Even if you give up hope, I will not let you die."
"Move your dog paws away, Thunder Bagua"!
The young master of the Beasts Pirates with a big chest, wielding a mace wrapped in the domineering color domineering, accompanied by the roar of red and black lightning, the mace came into close contact with the arm of the black charcoal snake.
The famous skill of Kaido, the Beasts, was also extraordinary when used by his son. Thunder Bagua broke the arm of the skeleton demigod with one move.
Fighting for this gap, Yamato helped Yasuo away from the battlefield. With the mentality of saving as many people as possible, she didn't want this kind old man to die.
