The silver threads, tinged with crimson, are actually falling cherry blossoms!
Fang Zong was about to take out his sword when he discovered that the Japanese sword, Shattered Cherry Blossom, automatically slashed horizontally. The blade was like a snowflake mixed in with the endless cherry blossoms, leaving no trace like a gazelle hanging its horns.
Unstoppable!
There's absolutely no way to avoid it!
"My blood is burning!" Fang Zong suddenly roared.
The true yang energy rose up and transformed into pure blue flames, burning the surrounding area into a void.
In his eyes, it was war!
That's right, it's war!
It is blood and fire, terrifying slaughter, and a frenzied battle!
Fang Zong's mind suddenly cleared, and he realized that he had not digested the "Battlefield Melee Combat Experience" from the Hungry Demon at all. He also understood that the "Battlefield Melee Combat Experience" was beyond the level of a magic weapon and was a light purple skill book. With his strength, it was impossible for him to fully digest it.
But at that very moment, he absorbed a great deal.
The contents are integrated into the brain and into every part of the body; they are all instincts!
The fighting instinct passed down from generation to generation by the martial people of Lakor was not understood or digested by him, but was directly integrated into his body. In a flash of inspiration, he moved his feet smoothly backward, drawing an arc, and then the Tang horizontal sword tilted and stood upright at his waist.
With just half a movement, he blocked an attack that seemed impossible to block.
but!
"Clang!"
“A gentle reminder…”
A terrifying force swept in, carrying an extremely evil and horrifying aura.
Almost at the same time, Tang Hengdao Zhanyue let out a painful wail.
When it clashed with the magical artifact-level Shattered Cherry Blossom, even though it had been strengthened twice, it was instantly cut in two.
The blade, resembling a fishbone cherry blossom, embedded itself in Fang Zong's waist, then tilted upwards, piercing through his heart and back!
[Tang Hengdao's sword, cleaving the moon, its blade flowing like a hurricane... cleaving the moon... is it broken?]
Fang Zong had only one thought left in his mind.
He felt excruciating pain in his lower back, and boundless agony shot wildly from his kidneys, liver, and lungs, through his spine, into his brain, but he had only one thought in mind.
He raised his hand, staring blankly at the Tang Hengdao, which was now only half a blade and was still groaning mournfully.
Fang Zong remained silent, his eyes gradually turning red.
It's all blood!
Tang Hengdao had been with him for a long time, and through countless battles, he gradually came to understand what a sword was and what a swordsman was.
He didn't like the style of swordsmen, but the Zhan Yue Dao (Moon-Slaying Blade) had indeed become a part of his life, an indispensable companion.
He was used to having the Zhan Yue Dao (a type of sword) by his side.
But now... it's broken?
Fang Zong's neck cracked as he slowly raised his head to look at the woman sitting at the bar in front of him.
Just now, Sui Liuying severed Tang Hengdao, slicing it upwards from his waist, then through his heart, and as she struck the bar, this woman appeared.
The woman was dressed in a jet-black suit, which suited him quite well. She looked to be in her late twenties, with short, neat hair. She was wiping the blade of the broken cherry blossom sword and using the tip of the sword to pick up a glass of wine from the bar.
She looked at Fang Zong with a smile.
Fang Zong said softly, "My knife has been with me for a long time."
The woman smiled: "My name is Nakamura Sakura, and I am the Demon of the Blade. Remember my name."
As she spoke, Nakamura Sakura examined Fang Zong's waist, her gaze tilting upwards and sliding down from Fang Zong's heart.
The meaning is quite simple: it means, "I was the one who killed you. When you get to the King of Hell, don't forget who your enemy is."
Fang Zong curled his lips into a cold smile.
At the same time, the woman's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Fang Zong in disbelief.
What happened? Did my knife malfunction?
Nakamura Sakura considered herself a very powerful fighter, especially with her sword. Even fighters of the same level wouldn't dare to take her sword head-on, but Fang Zong did.
No, she definitely cut Fang Zong in two, so why hasn't Fang Zong's upper body slid down yet?
Where is the blood she longed to see?
Even if her knife was incredibly sharp, after several seconds, Fang Zong should have fallen to the ground, his two halves crawling on the ground!
"Ouch, that hurts!" Fang Zong stretched his body.
"Unfortunately, it's still a little short," he said again.
Fang Zong carefully placed the broken Tang sword on the table, as if he were placing a wounded comrade in his hands. Then he looked at the woman, his eyes blazing with anger.
Damn bastard, it's okay that you hurt me.
But if you break my sword, I'll either kill you here or I'll eat all the mahjong tiles on the table!
Ignoring Jiu Mei's warning, Fang Zong used a teleportation technique to launch a fierce derailment collision.
Nakamura Sakura shook her head, her figure transforming into a streak of light. Her katana, seemingly as thin as a sheet of paper, pierced vertically down from Fang Zong's brow, then with a backhand slash, the blade swept across Fang Zong's neck.
Then, she transformed, one foot forward and one foot back, bending forward and slowly inserting the shattered cherry blossoms into her waist.
Without turning her head, she said with an air of superiority, "It seems you have some treasures on you, but unfortunately the gap between you and me is too great. Even if you have treasures, one strike might not kill you, but two strikes would surely leave you alive."
"hehe."
Fang Zong sneered, tilted his head, and Jiu Mei's voice came out.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Demon of Blades, you have obtained +1 to a Blade Aura-type spell!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Demon of Blades, gaining +2 to a Blade Aura-type spell!"
Having directly grasped the third-level technique, Fang Zong's Killing Slash instantly surged, rising from the sixth level to the ninth level.
A terrifying blade aura raged within his body, and every pore on his body emitted a sharp aura. He was like a hedgehog, ready to pierce through the surrounding sky!
Sakura Nakamura was in despair.
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