Mirror world.

Two figures shuttled rapidly in the mirror image of the high-rise building!

boom--!!!

A lens flew out from the hands of the silver-robed oracle and rapidly enlarged, like a blade as tall as a building, slashing across the street, razing dozens of buildings to the ground with a loud buzzing sound.

Thick smoke billowed.

In the smoke and dust, Uncle Kyosuke was holding an empty sword sheath, moving among the gravel, nimbly avoiding all attacks, with the withered red rose on his waist swaying gently.

He looked back and saw the silver-robed oracle flying across the sky like a bird and heading straight towards him!

Boom!

The silver figure fell in front of Uncle Kyosuke like a meteorite, creating dense cracks. The ground was like a mirror hit by a hammer and seemed to be shattered quickly.

The silver-robed Oracle held the [Black Rope] in his hand, looked at Uncle Kyosuke sarcastically, and spoke slowly:

"Yuuri Heizhe, just give up the resistance. With that scabbard of yours, you can never be my opponent..."

Uncle Kyousuke, who was wearing a flashy sequined suit, looked at him calmly, "Even if I only had a sheath, you still couldn't catch me, right?"

The silver-robed Oracle frowned slightly, "That's because your hypnosis and illusion are too cunning. It's just a Huojin Sword..."

"Just a little?" Uncle Kyosuke laughed, "Don't you have a Huojin sword in your hand? Why don't you try to see if you can pull it out?"

The silver-robed oracle's expression grew even darker. He glanced down at the [black rope] in his hand, seeming to be somewhat tempted.

The Huojin Sword and its master have always been the mortal enemy of the oracles. However, up to now, the silver-robed oracle has never held a Huojin Sword in his own hands. It is said that only its master can pull out the Huojin Sword, but he does not quite believe it.

"What's wrong with trying?"

The silver-robed oracle placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife and suddenly exerted force with his palm!

The extremely smooth [black rope] in Hanchuan Si's hand was now as motionless as a rock. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out even a little bit!

You know, the Oracle himself is a cyborg with terrifying strength. It is no problem for him to destroy a building with one punch, but at the moment he is helpless against this small Huojin Sword.

Looking at this scene, Uncle Kyosuke's smile became even more intense.

"Hmph, boring." The silver-robed Oracle looked a little embarrassed. He put the [Black Rope] back into his palm, looked at Uncle Kyosuke and said coldly, "Are you stalling for time? What are you waiting for? Those young people who could pose a threat to me have already left. No one can come to save you..."

"Who said that the one who came to rescue me must be a human?"

Uncle Kyosuke seemed to have noticed something, looked down at his waist, and spoke with a smile.

A golden afterimage suddenly flew out from the mirror, turned into a golden light, and poured into the empty scabbard at the waist, turning into a slender golden blade. The Huojin Sword was finally restored to its original state.

Uncle Kyosuke gently placed his palm on the hilt of the knife and his expression calmed down.

"Sword Spirit? This is a mirror world, how did it get in?" The silver-robed oracle's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw this scene.

"No matter where you are, the sword spirit can return to its sheath regardless of distance. Don't you know that?" Uncle Kyosuke said with a smile, "Oh, of course you don't know. After all, you can't even pull out a Huojin sword..."

Anger appeared in the eyes of the silver-robed oracle.

"Even if you have a complete Huojin Sword in your hand, what does it matter? The [Mysterious Eye] is useless in battle. You still can't beat me!"

After saying this, he suddenly clasped his hands together in front of him, and the entire mirror world began to shake violently!

Bang, bang, bang——!!

The mirrored reflections of the buildings on both sides of the street rose from the ground, like two magnets attracting each other, and rapidly crashed towards Uncle Kyosuke in the center. Compared with the size of the two buildings, Uncle Kyosuke's figure seemed as small as an ant.

But there was no panic on his face. He just stood there quietly, looking at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, as if he was thinking of something happy.

The [Mysterious Eye] on his waist slowly unsheathed.

boom--!!!

The two buildings collided with a loud bang, countless bricks, stones and lenses flew out, and an invisible air wave swept through, blowing the trees on both sides of the street toppled.

Smoke and dust filled the air. The Oracle made the light in his left eye flow, searching for Uncle Kyousuke's traces in the gap between the two buildings, but he found nothing...

No?

Where did he go?

"Are you looking for me?"

A voice came from behind the silver-robed oracle. His pupils suddenly contracted and he dodged suddenly. A lens popped out from his palm and in the blink of an eye it turned into a forty-meter-long blade that slashed behind him!

The mirror blade slashed across Uncle Kyosuke's body, passing through it as if it were nothing. Uncle Kyosuke was wearing a sexy sequined suit, with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a smile.

"Another hallucination..."

The silver-robed Oracle frowned slightly, looking very unhappy. "So what if it's an illusion? You can only use [Mysterious Pupil] to escape, and you can't actively attack me. If this drags on, you will be the one who will be in a passive position."

"Yeah?"

Uncle Kyosuke's mouth corners slightly raised.

He looked down at the golden sword in his hand and spoke slowly, "Indeed, I cannot harm you with [Mystical Pupil], but... I can use hypnosis to mislead you.

for example,

Do you really think that what you just threw out was a lens?"

Hearing these words, the silver-robed oracle was slightly stunned. He seemed to have thought of something and looked down at his hands.

In his left hand, he held a lens.

And the right hand is empty...

If the lens was still in his hand, then what was it that he had just thrown out?

The silver-robed oracle looked up blankly, only to see that Uncle Kyosuke, who was standing there, had disappeared at some point. Not far away, he slowly bent down and picked up the black sword that had fallen on the road.

【Black rope】!

He actually threw the [Black Rope] out just now!

Uncle Kyosuke stood up straight and slowly hung the black sword around his waist. At this moment, he had two completely different swords hanging on his waist.

He held the golden [Mysterious Pupil] in his right hand, and placed his left hand on the hilt of the black sword. He looked at the silver-robed oracle with a smile, and pulled out the second Huojin sword from its sheath with ease!

[Black Rope] Unsheathed!

He held two Huojin swords, one gold and one black, in his hands. The smile on Uncle Kyosuke's face gradually faded, his eyes were as calm as a deep lake, and a hint of murderous intent emanated from his eyes!

"Now, do you still think you can win me?"

Uncle Kyosuke's magnetic voice sounded.