A purple-red more vicious than a centipede, a blood-red more insane than a chainsaw.

Breaking open his chest, piercing his soul, tearing his flesh, corroding his spirit. What pierced through Ash were not like two shadow swords, but more like two violent beasts. The almost piercing scorching sound was like a monster chewing on his soul.

At this moment, the phantom of the exterminating dragon behind Sonia was about to completely descend into the mortal world. The violent purple air submerged the outline of the red-haired girl, and her bright ruby ​​eyes twisted into ferocious vertical pupils. The witch, Silver Lantern, and Vichy seemed to see the sword lady that night again... They had imagined more than once, if the witch did not please Sonia, Silver Lantern did not admit her weakness, and Vichy did not apologize on the night when Sonia was most wronged, what would the sword lady do?

They finally saw the answer.

The slowly flowing time suddenly accelerated, and the sticky space melted like butter. No one could see the sword blade of the sword girl, and the sword disappeared in the middle of the swing. All people could see was a surging tide of blood.

There was no chance for Sonia to dodge the sword that was chasing her. It clearly took her at least six moments to turn around and swing the sword, but the blood tide swallowed up the six-winged angel in the first moment. The distance in time and space became meaningless at this moment.

The Broken Lake God is not only a god of swordsmanship and water magic, but also has some spatial power. "Lake water" is a commonly used symbol of space, as the saying goes, what you see is like mountains and seas.

Sonia doesn't even like swimming, so why would she want to go to Broken Lake for no reason?

'Broken Lake' has been a metaphor from the beginning. The first metaphor comes from the prison, because it carries their most beautiful and innocent memories; the second metaphor is still the prison, because it represents the biggest obstacle they encountered at the beginning.

What Sonia really wanted to smash was not only the prison, but also everything that stood between them. In front of the Broken Lake Spirit, the insignificant forces of time, space, death, and entropy could not stop Sword Princess' determination!

The Curtain of Sorrow violently evaporated the source of sword power, but failed to transform even a single magic sword. Even though the sword girl was already boiling with murderous intent, her fighting skills were still accurate to the point of slaughter. What she swung out was not the mountains and the sea, but the anger of countless vicious trajectories superimposed together, each of which was accurate to the critical lethality of the Curtain of Sorrow, just like using a rusty knife to torture an angel bit by bit!

The rain of swords was filled with screams, but it wasn't Ash who was screaming, it was Felix. The blonde girl with golden and silver wings spread out looked at the shadow sword that pierced Ash, and wanted to reach out but didn't dare to touch it. She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. She felt like she was about to cry, and she made a pitiful sound like a kettle boiling.

Ash was almost amused by her, and he forced a smile while panting: "It's not like I'm inserting it into you, so why are you screaming?"

"But, but..." Felix wanted to touch the shadow sword, but Ash slapped it away.

"Ash!" Diya's quartet sounded like thunder walking in the rain of swords. Ash had never heard her voice so majestic and urgent: "Draw out the sword quickly!"

"I'm fine." Ash tried to breathe as slowly as possible, and even had the mood to joke: "This may seem childish to you, but it's just right for me."

Of course, he didn't look as relaxed as he appeared, but he wasn't as miserable as the witches. As Ash said, they couldn't bear the despair, but Ash could barely hold on, not only because Ash's soul was stronger, but also because... he wasn't as scared as they were.

It hurts, it really hurts, it hurts like a piercing pain, Ash feels like he has fallen into a flesh and blood mill, being ground into dust bit by bit. But the real pain is not the pain itself, but the cruelest fantasy in his heart.

The pain brought by the purple-red shadow sword and the blood-red shadow sword is completely different. The purple-red shadow sword makes Ash feel that he and all the girls he knows are being chopped into bloody mud bit by bit by the Sword Lady. Every second he feels like he is being tortured by the Sword Lady until he is carved into a trash can, gathering everyone's suffering, overflowing blood vessels, breaking bones, and twisting nerves. But the pain comes so delicately and gently, the whole person seems to be melted by this gentle viciousness.

The blood-red shadow sword was much more powerful. Ash felt like he was colliding with Sword Lady like a chariot or an iron cavalry, like sworn enemies fighting each other. Even if the last piece of flesh and blood was cut off and the last bone was cut off, they would still stand up and continue fighting. He and Sword Lady were like two stones or two eggs, colliding and smashing endlessly, torturing each other to the point of wanting to die, but still entangled endlessly.

Yaxiu didn't know what kind of experience these two shadow swords would bring to Sword Princess, but he could guess that these two shadow swords came from some shadow in Sword Princess' heart, so... he would never give up these two shadow swords.

When Sonia took the time to turn around and fly over, Ash reached out and grasped the blade of the Shadow Sword. The doubled pain made his eyes become empty. Sword Princess bit her lower lip tightly. She understood what Ash meant, and it was indeed the best choice to let Ash bear the Shadow Sword, but...

Sonia almost bumped into Ash's face and clumsily kissed his lips. She looked so sad, but the vertical pupils in her eyes were so crazy. She stuffed something into Ash's mouth, then turned around and vented all her murderous intent on the six-winged angel.

"...Cigarette?" Felix looked blankly at the cigarette in Ash's mouth. She hesitated for a moment, and a flame lit up at her fingertips to help him light it.

Ash took a deep breath, and coughed continuously the next second, "It's still too choking..." He muttered, and didn't continue smoking, but he didn't spit it out either. He let the tobacco curl up and char in the flames, and a faint white mist rose in the rain of swords.

"Can we let someone else bear the shadow sword?" Weixi suddenly said.

The maid didn't look at Ash when she said this, but at the two people next to Ash, or more precisely, at Deda Rose. Star Touch didn't hesitate at all, and reached out to touch the Shadow Sword.

Under everyone's gaze, Deda Rose's hand passed through the shadow sword, and she herself was not affected at all. Amidst the many disappointed sighs, only Jian Lu breathed a sigh of relief - "Prison of Self-Injury" should only be effective on the person himself. If even Deda Rose could be replaced, then he really had to doubt whether there was something wrong with the wonder of the heavenly rank.

But he was still wondering why Ash could bear the shadow sword on behalf of others?

"Prison of Self-Injury" I don't know how many enemies I have killed for the Supreme, but this situation has never occurred before. There is a prison deep in everyone's heart, which holds the deepest despair that others cannot touch at all!