"The wanted criminal of the Fierce Devil Level, Amamiya Haruki." The halo in the left eye of the Yellow Robe Oracle locked onto Amamiya Haruki and spoke calmly, "If your master had fought me with this sword a few years ago, he might have been able to draw with me, but you are not qualified."
Yu Gong Qinghui's eyes squinted slightly, and the burning war appeared in his eyes. "Don't try, how do you know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the rain. Then a flash of blade light flashed through the air and slashed towards the yellow-robed oracle at an extremely tricky angle.
The halo in the yellow-robed oracle's eyes was locked on a certain corner. The halos in his hands were raised like lightning, and as if he had foreseen the future, they collided with the dark blue long sword. He looked at the solemn face of the sword queen, Amamiya Haruki, and a teasing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Your knife method and the use of the use of Yu Light are taught by your master. He lost in my hands so many times that year. I have already touched your roads clearly. Your knife can't hurt me."
The light wheels were swinging and raining, and the right fist of the yellow robe rushed to the face door of the rain palace Qinghui. The eye -catching light wheel passed a golden trajectory in the air.
He clenched his teeth, endured the severe pain with his eyes, and captured the trajectory of the light wheel. He raised the long sword again like lightning and blocked the light wheel with great risk.
boom!!
The yellow robe god seemed to have predicted his movements for a long time. He was sideways in the rain, kicked in the chest of Yu Gong Qinghui, and made a dull loud noise!
Amamiya Haruki flew backwards, barely managed to keep his balance in the air, and staggered back to the ground.
He covered his eyes burned with aperture with one hand, coughed a few times, raised his head again, squinting his red eyes to look at the yellow robe gods who came slowly not far away.
The opponent seemed to be very familiar with his moves, and could even predict from which angle in the rain he would attack through his movements, and counterattack in the most effective way. As the master said, Oracle No. 2 was an extremely tricky character.
"The upper limit of Huojin Swords was determined when they were forged, but how much power they can exert depends on the sword master himself." The Yellow Robe Oracle said as he walked, "Although you have mastered the use of Yubeng, you are still a long way from your master's Yubeng.
If your master could exert 95% of Yubeng's power back then, then you now can only exert 60% at most, which is just barely passing.
If you want to beat me, practice for another ten years."
Barely passing
Amamiya Haruki tightly grasped the dark blue long sword and looked at the yellow-robed oracle walking in the rain. The terrifying sense of oppression brought by the other party exceeded that of every oracle he had ever seen. And he knew very well that until now, this oracle had not used his full strength.
If he continues like this, he will never be able to defeat the opponent, and the opponent also has the power to listen to the voices of a large area. It will be extremely difficult to escape from him.
I can only take a gamble!
Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
He bit his tongue hard, and a fishy and salty taste rushed into his mouth. He suddenly sprayed a blood mist at the blade of Yubeng in front of him. The blood mist mixed with rain water and adhered to the surface of the blade. The originally dark blue blade was stained with a strange blood red.
He grasped the hilt of the knife, turned the blade, and thrust it forcefully into the puddle of rainwater beneath him!
At the same time, in the reflection of the puddle, the white -haired sword soul, at the same time, pulled out the exactly the same rain and lied around the waist, inserted into the pudding from the other side, and the shadow of the two long knives overlapped each other.
boom!!
An invisible wave of air exploded with Amamiya Haruki as the center, his blue-gray floral yukata fluttered, his black hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his cold eyes revealed an indescribable charm.
In the puddle, the reflection of the sword spirit in white clothes and white hair is gradually fading away.
He and the sword spirit are merging into one.
When the reflection of the sword spirit completely disappeared, Amamiya Haruki pulled Yubeng out of the puddle with force. The blade trembled and made a slight sound. His white hair was wet by the rain, and his whole temperament changed drastically!
The white -haired Yugong stood in the ruins, holding the dark blue long knife with blood, and the murder was exuding the murder!
Yurina stood behind Haruki Amamiya, staring at his back in a daze. She felt that Brother Amamiya was a little strange at the moment.
"Rain God?" The yellow-robed Oracle frowned slightly when he saw this scene. "You can actually merge with the sword spirit to this level. It seems that your talent limit is much higher than your master. However, this state will consume your lifespan, right?"
"It doesn't matter." The white-haired Amemiya said calmly, "As long as I can live to witness the day when this country is overthrown, that's enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised the blood-stained Yubeng in his hand. In an instant, a large number of raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be strung together by an invisible thin rope. As the blade fell, they gathered into a rain line with almost no thickness and were cut out lightly.
The pupils of the yellow robe shrink slightly, and the figure dodge quickly, but the speed of this rain line was too fast. His half of his left hand was still passed by this silk thread.
boom!!!
Behind the place where the yellow-robed oracle was originally standing, a group of towering buildings were cut in half, with the cuts being extremely smooth. In the night, the group collapsed with a loud bang, and the deafening sound of collapse echoed in the sky, buzzing like thunder.
This knife directly cut off half of Dotonbori.
At the same time, a fine blood line appeared on the left hand of the yellow robe. His half of his palms had been cut by the rain line, the flutter was cut off, and the blood splashed out!
The yellow-robed oracle's face darkened slightly, and just as he was about to make a move, the figure of Amamiya Haruki appeared in front of him out of thin air. He slashed with his sword expressionlessly, and the rain line, which was almost not thick, cut him in half directly from the center!
After the rain line cut the oracle, it also turned the remaining half of Dotonbori into ruins. The streets that were originally prosperous and bright as day were now plunged into darkness. The loud explosion of the collapse made Yurina cover her ears with her hands.
Amamiya Haruki stood there quietly, looking at the yellow-robed oracle who was cut into two pieces by him, without any joy in his eyes.
He knew that "heart disaster" could not be killed so easily.
As if to confirm his idea, a figure slowly walked to the end of the street. It was a forty-year-old office worker who looked ordinary, but the next moment, his body and appearance rapidly twisted, and finally transformed into the appearance of a yellow-robed oracle!
The aperture in his left eyes locked the Yu Gong Qinghui, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I guess your master must have told you what my ability is," he said slowly, "The existence of the physical body will eventually come to an end, but the power of the mind is eternal. My 'heart disaster' can turn any human who fears me from the bottom of their hearts within a radius of ten kilometers into my original form.
Everyone who fears me could be me.
And I am also an oracle, a messenger of God feared and revered by humans.
Here, within a ten-kilometer radius, there are 3,224 people in total, and 3,192 of them are deeply afraid of my existence.
Congratulations, you killed 1/3192 of me."