"Your current body may not be able to withstand the power of nine swords."

Gu Yue Yugui frowned slightly and said seriously, "The blood of ordinary people cannot control the nine Huojin swords, not to mention that you are seriously injured now..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Amamiya Haruki spoke lightly, and with his bloody hand, he grabbed a purple long sword from the wooden box, and stabbed it together with the scabbard into the pool of blood at his feet.

"One of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Du'e]."

Amamiya Haruki muttered to himself, took out the dark long sword he had just obtained, and stabbed it into the ground.

"The second of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Mountain Burial]."

When the second Huojin Sword melted into the pool of blood, the two Huojin Swords seemed to form some kind of resonance through the blood and vibrated slightly!

Purple and dark lights flowed into the pool of blood, intertwining and connecting with each other, and a mysterious aura emanated from it.

"Brother Amamiya, what are you doing..."

Yurina stood aside, staring blankly at Amamiya Haruki's actions, her face full of confusion.

"He is using himself as a medium to induce the nine swords to merge into one." Gu Yue Yugui said slowly, "The auras of the nine Huojin swords are independent of each other. Only with blood as a guide and the body as a furnace can they be connected together...

As we said when we were forging the Huojin sword, he is offering a sacrifice."

"Sacrifice?" Hoshimi Shota's face changed slightly, "Will he die?"

"How can it be so easy to create a divine weapon? Just to create these nine swords of Huojin, countless lives have been accumulated. Now that the nine swords are combined into one, lives are also needed as a medium." Gu Yue Yugui paused and said,

"But even as a sacrifice... not everyone can be one."

Gu Yueyuki turned his head and glanced at the red-clothed figure who was fighting with the corpse god, then lowered his head and glanced at Yurina beside him, his eyes full of complexity.

Yurina was stunned.

Then, she seemed to understand something and pursed her lips slightly.

"The fifth of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Black Rope]."

Amamiya Haruki took out the third Huojin sword from the wooden box and inserted it into the pool of blood.

A flash of black light flowed into the pool of blood and connected with the other two Huojin swords. Amamiya Haruki's figure shook and his face became even paler.

He stood there for a few seconds, then quickly pulled out the two remaining Huojin swords from the wooden box and thrust them into the ground.

"The sixth of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Mysterious Eyes]."

"The eighth of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Flame Bird]."

The connection of the two Huojin swords caused ripples to appear in the pool of blood that was covered by Gu Bobujing. Two rays of light, one golden and one red, poured into Amamiya Haruki's body. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body swayed and he half-knelt on the ground.

He lowered his head, his face covered with beads of sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

The weight of the five Huojin swords had completely crushed his bloodline... For an ordinary person like him, he was able to hold on to this point purely through his willpower.

However, whether he admitted it or not, his body was already reaching its limit.

He gritted his teeth and stood stubbornly in the pool of blood behind the five Huojin swords. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but he still stretched out his hand firmly, trying to grab the long sword at his waist.

At this moment, a hand gently grabbed the scabbard of [Yubeng].

Amamiya Haruki was stunned and turned to look.

The petite Yurina was seen standing quietly in a pool of blood in wooden clogs, with rain dripping down her wet black hair onto her old kimono with a black background and cherry blossoms.

Her right hand was tightly grasping the scabbard of [Yubeng].

"Yuzu..."

"Brother Amemiya, let me do it." Yurina smiled slightly, "You are just an ordinary person without royal blood, you can't bear so many Huojin swords... This is destined to be the responsibility of our Yuri family."

Although Furuzuki Yuuki didn't say it explicitly, the look he just gave was already conveying some kind of message... and Yurina is very smart.

The blood of ordinary people cannot bear the power of the Nine Huojin Swords, which means that only royal blood can do it.

After Yuuri Kurozhe's death, the only ones who inherited the royal blood in the entire "human circle" were her sister Yurina and her brother Yuuri Takishiro.

Although Yurina's royal blood is recessive, recessive royal blood is still royal blood.

In other words, in order to save this "human circle", one of her and Yuri Takishiro must become the sacrifice of the Fujin Sword, and Yurina knows very well that if Yuri Takishiro is here, he will definitely be the sacrifice without hesitation...

And she didn't want her brother to be sacrificed.

Amamiya Haruki looked at her deeply and shook his head firmly, "You and your brother are too young... I can do it without royal blood."

He stretched out his hand and was about to pull out the handle of [Yubeng], but Yurina's palm clamped it tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Amamiya Haruki frowned.

clang——!

The sound of a blade being unsheathed was heard.

However, what was unsheathed was not [Yubeng], but [Chizuru].

“I’m sorry, Brother Amamiya.” Yurina stood among the paper cranes and said with an apologetic smile, “Although I am the master of the sword of Huojin, I have not been able to help you. I am not as powerful as you, nor as conscious as Takishiro. This should be the only thing I can do for you…

Perhaps this is my destined destination."

She pulled hard and directly ripped [Rain Collapse] off from Amamiya Haruki's waist. A sky full of paper cranes swirled around him and rolled him directly into the sky, turning it into a paper crane cage and sealing him inside.

"You can't..."

The seriously injured Amamiya Haruki was unable to break free from the restraints of [Chizuru] without [Rain Beng]. Just as he was about to say something, several paper cranes unfolded and turned into seals, locking his mouth.

At the same time, the other paper cranes also flew over the waists of Hoshimi Shouta and Furuhara Yoshiki, pecked at them with their beaks, and snatched the other two swords.

Snow-white paper cranes were flying in the air with two Huojin swords in their mouths. In the center of them, a petite figure raised her head, glanced at the red-clothed figure fighting in the distance, and slowly closed her eyes.

She cut her palm, and bright red blood flowed along her fingertips into the pool of blood. As her blood poured in, the five Huojin knives that had been stuck in the ground became bright again. Various colors of light and shadows intertwined in the blood and finally gathered in her body.

Yurina raised the dark blue sword in her hand and plunged it heavily into the pool of blood.

"The fourth of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Rain Collapse]."

After Yurina stabbed the knife, she stretched out her hand towards the sky, and a flying paper crane dropped a vermilion long knife into her hand.

"Brother Shouta, after the nine swords of Fujin merge into one, Sister Takehime will also be free from the swords and regain her freedom. Then... you two can be together forever."

She smiled at Shouta Hoshimi in the distance.

The vermilion long knife stabbed into the pool of blood.

"The seventh of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Wu Ji]."

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