The twin swordsmen followed each other like shadows.

The two cooperated perfectly, and little by little, they forced Zhao Yulin into a dead corner.

Although the space in this forest was large, there was no so-called dead corner.

The two swords they held were two demon swords from the ancient Japanese heritage. The one in the hands of Umiya Shigeaki was called Murasame, and the one in the hands of Umiya Masaaki was called Muramasa.

The reason why they were called demon swords was not groundless. It was not only because of the mysterious history of the two swords, but more because of the sudden and real enchanting aura on the blades.

Zhao Yulin could even feel an almost tangible difference from the sword energy cut by the two swords. That kind of thing was hard to describe. It was just something that the subconscious could touch, and it was evil.

To put it bluntly, it was very demonic.

Zhao Yulin was stabbed several times while retreating. Although none of the stabs hit his vital parts, the excessive blood oozing out of the wounds was enough to make his steps increasingly weak and his head increasingly heavy.

After all, people are people, with flesh and blood. No matter how powerful a master is, he will still become a dry corpse when his blood runs out.

He leaned against the tree trunk, stood on his knees in the most energy-saving posture, and stared at the demon sword brothers who were slowly approaching.

The scene was the same as a few minutes ago, but at that time, Zhao Yulin still had some energy and strength left to deal with it, but now he has reached the end of his strength.

He even felt particularly strenuous when he moved his fingers, which was as simple as moving them.

"I admit that you are indeed very strong. Any one of us might be defeated by you in a one-on-one fight. So that's why I changed my mind." Hanmiya Shigeaki stroked Murasame's extremely sharp blade with two fingers, sliding from the handle to the tip of the blade, leisurely and contented.

His tone was extremely slow, as if he was walking in the woods and accidentally talked to a friend about something.

For such a person, killing is not a bad habit to be ashamed of.

"You may not be able to become a hostage and see your master and uncle alive. Today, you will be buried here."

Hanmiya Masaaki covered his abdomen, his expression looked a little painful, so the Chinese he spoke sounded even weirder, as if half a piece of steamed bread was choked in his throat.

And what he said was naturally what Hanmiya Shigeaki meant. He just continued the unfinished half of his brother's words.

Zhao Yulin grinned with a cruel sneer, and there were still clear red bloodstains on his white teeth: "Are you angry and corrupt? You Japanese are really like this. You pretend to be calmer than saints, but you show your true colors as soon as you get hurt, you dogs!" He

was almost dead, so it was not too much to curse.

Yumiya Masaaki raised the knife with the blade sideways. This posture was not strange. It was a preparatory action for beheading. As long as the knife in his hand was sharp enough, he could cut the neck in one stroke. With a move of his hand and a fall of the knife, the head would be separated from the body, and it would never be connected.

Zhao Yulin often used this method when holding the Yunni Knife, so he naturally did not feel unfamiliar.

He quietly closed his eyes, no panic or fear on his face, calmly waiting for the bloody ending.

It was not that he gave up resistance. From the beginning to the end, no matter how badly he was defeated, he never thought of letting others slaughter him. That was why Masaaki Hanemiya was holding his stomach. He waited for an opportunity for a long time and got it by exchanging injuries for injuries.

Risking a big wound from chest to waist, he punched Masaaki Hanemiya's abdomen hard.

Originally, I thought that a skinny swordsman like this who used a thin knife should be more agile than strong, and most of them could not withstand a punch. After being hit by him, they would lie down immediately.

But unfortunately, at almost the same moment when he found the opportunity, Yumiya Shigeaki's knife pointed directly at his heart and stabbed him. He didn't have time to fully exert his fist, and the power contained in it only hit the second level before he stopped hastily.

As a result, Yumiya Masaaki was seriously injured, but he did not lose his fighting power.

...

He has done everything he can. If it is said that one should do everything humanly and leave it to fate, he has done everything humanly, and the next step is to leave it to fate.

If it is destined to survive, then he can survive. If it is not destined to survive, then there is nothing he can do.

"Damn it, die young!"

Zhao Yulin cursed in his heart, cursing this indifferent fate and this extremely unlucky situation.

He could do nothing now. The strength in his body was lost along with the blood. The remaining strength seemed to be enough to throw a few more punches, but there was no chance, not at all.

Even in his prime, he was still beaten by the two brothers who used magic swords, not to mention his half-dead appearance now?

The cooperation between Murasame and Muramasa was not perfect. He had a sharp eye and had seen the flaws several times, but it was useless.

The two swords attacked him from both sides at an extremely fast speed. He had no time to make any attacking moves except to retreat and dodge.

Watching but not being able to hit, this was the most annoying thing.

Just like at this moment, Yumiya Masaaki raised his sword to chop off his head. With his heart wide open, he could easily use the fourth level of strength to smash the opponent's heart. But there was another Yumiya Shigeaki standing next to him, ready to stop him as soon as he raised his hand, and cut off his fist neatly from the wrist.

Raise your left arm to chop off your left hand, raise your right arm to chop off your right hand.

It's that simple, that easy, and that complete victory.

Zhao Yulin did not feel despair. He had thought about why he died countless times, and dying at the hands of others was definitely not a surprise.

Since it was expected, it was naturally an acceptable way to die.

The feeling of being powerless is not pleasant after all. The lingering feeling of frustration surged from his heart to his brows, and then passed through his throat, which was a burning sensation that made Zhao Yulin's mouth dry.

He didn't know why the sword Muramasa hadn't cut his neck after so long. It might be because the sword was too sharp. He estimated that he was actually dead now, but he died too quickly, and he didn't have time to feel the moment of death.

The scene in front of him was dark, and there was silence in the darkness. He couldn't see anything. Zhao Yulin couldn't tell whether this was the world after death or it was just because he closed his eyes.

But according to his own speculation, his heart was more inclined to the former.

In short, at this moment, his consciousness was wrapped in chaos, and he could not perceive any sound, smell or image. All five senses were lost.

"After killing so many people, it seems that I am on the road to hell?" Zhao Yulin was confused and didn't know where to go.

Following a master who was a Taoist priest in his youth, although Feng Duanyun did not look like an immortal at all, and wearing a dark yellow robe and holding a flag made him look like a charlatan selling dog-skin plasters, Zhao Yulin had been exposed to many stories about

immortals, gods, ghosts and monsters since he was a child. The classics handed down by the Taoist sect were as vast as the ocean, and he only read a small part of them, but this little part was enough to make him believe that the law of nature is cyclical and good and evil will be rewarded.

Good results will lead to ascension to heaven after death.

However, if evil debts are incurred, the soul of the person will be dragged down after death, sinking all the way to the Yellow Spring Road and into the Avici Hell to receive punishment, using the punishment to pay off the debt, repaying the cause and effect, and then crossing the Naihe Bridge to drink Mengpo soup, forgetting the past life and then queuing up to be thrown into the animal path.

There are many descriptions of the Yellow Springs Road in books, and Zhao Yulin felt that none of them was as real as what he saw with his own eyes at this moment.

He pushed his consciousness forward. There was no road under his feet, and there was no direction in the chaos. God knows when he can walk to the Yellow Springs Road of hell.

"Oh, I seem to be a ghost now..."

Zhao Yulin blushed slightly and wanted to raise his hand to wipe the sweat, but then he remembered that he was in a strange state, which could probably be called the shape of a soul. He couldn't sweat, so naturally he couldn't wipe the sweat.

He found that he didn't feel frustrated at all. He didn't want to die before, but when he really entered this mysterious situation, he actually felt a little comfortable.

In an endless chaos, he walked forward for several years and months. He didn't know how long it had been, and a ray of light quietly appeared in front of him, a ray of yellow light.

Just like the tiny bit of light on the butt of a firefly, it can only be seen with all your eyesight.

"The Yellow Spring Road?" He was a little unsure, so he pushed his consciousness and continued to walk forward, or float past.

After what seemed like a long time, he finally approached the firefly in the darkness.

When he got closer, he found that the light was actually very dazzling and had a huge range, and the source of the light was not the Yellow Spring Road, but an extremely huge dragon.

To be precise, it was a huge golden dragon, so big that Zhao Yulin couldn't describe it. In short, it was huge, like a dragon body made of gold, hovering in the sky, twisting slowly, like a giant python that had been enlarged and lengthened countless times, with golden light flowing between its scales.

Of course, it was completely different from a snake. A snake couldn't have such a solemn and holy temperament, and it only had a cold breath. It wouldn't be like the huge creature in front of Zhao Yulin, carrying supreme power in both stillness and movement.

This could only be a dragon, the most sacred totem beast in China for thousands of years.

With its light, Zhao Yulin saw himself clearly. It turned out that his soul state was no different from usual. His two feet did not disappear and make his whole body float. He stood steadily on the flat ground. The ground also emitted golden light, and his original appearance could not be seen.

Or, this is the original appearance of this land.

An ant seeing the vast sea is a true portrayal of Zhao Yulin's feelings at this moment. Just like walking in the darkness before, the yellow light was very inconspicuous. Now he stood under this golden dragon and seemed so small.

He would probably be blown away by the dragon's breath.

But strangely, when he looked at this dragon, he had no other thoughts except shock.

Normal people should be afraid of such an ancient beast that only existed in legends and had never been seen in their lives. He thought so, so he even thought he was very strange. A

mere mortal, seeing a beast, not only did he not bow down to it, but he did not even show the slightest fear or terror, and acted so calmly. Wasn't that contempt for the gods?

And if the beast couldn't let him off, it would be easy for it to let him off, a mere mortal. No, let him off, a mere ghost.

In order to avoid letting himself off, he had to let the beast off.

So Zhao Yulin thought about it, pretended to be a little scared, and asked with a trembling voice: "Well, um~ Lord Shenshou, how do I get to Huangquan Road?"