Chapter 2032 Can you listen to my story?

"Finally, the true form has been revealed?"

I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw the handsome young man covered with mysterious runes.

In fact, when I used the Ten-fist Sword, I didn't know whether the Ten-fist Sword could seal the Yamata no Orochi. After all, this was just a guess of mine, and there was no definite answer.

And this can be regarded as a gamble.

Now it seems that I made the right bet!

"Emperor Wude really knows something, otherwise he would not have left the Ten-fist Sword for me." I said secretly, and then my figure flashed and quickly flew towards the true form of the Yamata no Orochi.

I did not approach him rashly, but stood in the void, constantly looking at him.

I saw that the handsome young man seemed to have fallen asleep, lying motionless on the ground, and there were two extremely simple-looking precious swords stuck in his body.

One of them was the Butu Yuhun, which was inserted into his leg by Xiao Qi and nailed firmly to the ground.

The other one was the Ten-fist Sword.

The Ten-fist Sword was pierced through his body by my sword. At this moment, the mysterious and weird runes spreading from the Ten-fist Sword were still spreading on his body, and even went through his mouth and nose and drilled into his body.

"These runes are very weird!" I frowned, because in my perception, the life of the Yamata no Orochi seemed to be rapidly fading away, and the source of the fading away was those weird runes.

"Could it be that... the Ten-fist Sword is also a growing artifact like the Soul-Slaying Blade and the Non-Attack?" I frowned, my eyes full of solemnity.

If this is true, then the Ten-fist Sword is a bit too weird. The

reason why the Soul-Slaying Blade and the Non-Attack are growing artifacts is that they can slowly become stronger by swallowing blood. However, these two artifacts have very picky appetites. What they like most is the blood in my body, so occasionally they will inject the swallowed blood into my body, and after transformation, swallow it back. This makes me miserable.

But compared to the Ten-fist Sword, the Soul-Slaying Blade and the Non-Attack are much more normal.

Because the Tenken Sword not only devours a person's vitality, I even feel that at this moment, the Yamata no Orochi's internal organs seem to be devoured by those mysterious runes.

"Convert a person's flesh and blood, and even internal organs, into energy and devour them all?"

I thought to myself, if this is really the case, then who would dare to become the master of this sword? What if one day this sword gets in a bad mood and directly devours the sword master? There will be no place to cry.

"It seems that I need to be cautious when using this sword in the future. In comparison, the Budō Yuhun is much more practical!"

Budō Yuhun, known as the sword of manifestation, can reflect all people and objects that have blocked their breath. It is a magical weapon that can play a great role in battle.

"Take this sword back and give it to my brothers!" I said secretly.

Hu Zi already has a pig-killing knife, Mu Yunxi, as a flying zombie, does not need to use a divine weapon, Mao Hui does not have a Maoshan Taoist sword, Wu Sheng can condense the Yin-Yang sword, and only Wang Zhenhong and Wang Qian have no weapons.

"After returning, give this sword to the Wang family. As for how the Wang family distributes it, it is their own business!"

Although Yamata no Orochi has not completely cut off its life, I am already thinking about how to divide the spoils.

It's not that I am arrogant, but the Ten-fist Sword is slowly eating away the life of Yamata no Orochi. Even if I don't take action, Yamata no Orochi will not live for long.

"Don't approach rashly. He is already dying. His coma at the moment may be to confuse you. Once you get close, he will most likely use some powerful magic to launch the final attack and die with you!" Dragon Soul said.

"Yes." I nodded, but my eyes were fixed on Yamata no Orochi, never moving away for half an inch.

However, at this moment, Yamata no Orochi, who had been motionless, suddenly trembled, and then his palm suddenly raised up, grabbed the Butu Yuhun that was pinning him to the ground, and then pulled it out with force.

With a "puff" sound, Butu Yuhun was directly pulled out by him.

Instantly, golden blood spurted out of the wound, and he heaved a long sigh of relief, then raised his head and looked at me standing in the air.

"General Zhang, I never expected that in the end... I still lost!" He smiled bitterly, and a bitter look appeared in his eyes.

"But then again, although I was defeated, I didn't lose to you, but to... that little girl!" As he spoke, he threw Budu Yuhun aside, and then said with a wry smile: "If it weren't for that little girl, you would have been killed by me now even if you hadn't been transformed into Deadpool. What a pity... In the final analysis, I underestimated the enemy. When I was fighting with you, I didn't even sense any danger from that little girl. I thought... that she was just an ordinary little girl who had practiced a little bit, but I never expected her to be so... I didn't expect that such a powerful force could be bred in her petite body. "Ahem..."

He suddenly coughed violently, and after a long while he looked up at me: "I can sense that this is not her limit. If she can continue to grow, then... there must be few people in this world who can be her opponent. General Zhang, I'm very curious, how did you make her willingly follow you and have such deep feelings for you? After all, such an adventure is hard to come by. I'm already a dying man, can you tell me your story?"

"My story?" I frowned, then shook my head and said, "Then there's nothing much to say!"

"Haha, really? The youngest general in China, the strongest of the younger generation, the last dragon slayer in the world, and a living ghost who holds the power of death, and you have no story to tell? Guess... will I believe it?"

I didn't respond, but squinted my eyes, staring at his every move.

"Since General Zhang doesn't want to talk, then... General Zhang, can you listen to my story?"

"Your story?" I raised my eyebrows and said, "Instead of telling stories, it's better to think about whether there is any will you want to explain!"

"Will, haha, you think too much, General Zhang. I don't have any ties in this world. Even if I have a will, who can I tell it to?"

At this point, he exhaled lightly, and then his eyes became blurred, as if he was recalling something, and... he was deeply immersed in memories.

"I have too many stories, but there is nothing worth remembering. If I really want to talk about it... I have to start from five hundred years ago..."