Chapter 396: Battle (2)

With a smile on Harold's face, his fingers hooked at me. In the other hand, the sword body of the giant sword tilted towards the ground, showing the best charging angle.
I bared my teeth, my mind moved, and released the suppressed killing intent from the deepest part of my body. In an instant, a thick layer of half-black and half-red transparent aura was spread around my body, and the objects in my eyes were also It turned red in an instant, and countless vague voices sounded from the bottom of my heart. Although I couldn't hear a word, I unexpectedly felt familiar.
Tilting my head, without waiting for Harold's answer, I lied up, drawing a black and red streamer.
If the me before can be comparable to being a cheetah, then I am an eagle at this moment!
The blurry scene around before turned into an instant phantom at this moment. The distance of four or five meters approached without blinking an eye, and it collided with the giant sword in Harold's hand no fewer than twenty times.
After every collision, a faint smell will remain in the air, and a shallow groove will be left on the edge of his giant sword.
I know that this is the effect of my combat skills, the one is called resonance, but the actual effect is as good as strong acid corrosion.
Originally, it would easily break and decay against ordinary swords. However, under the blessing of Harold's white light, the corrosion effect was reduced to less than one percent of the original, and it only wiped out the outer layer of the great sword.
After the continuous collision, I leaped away and started a surrounding attack. Although there were many opportunities to injure Harold, I did not do so. I have witnessed the lethality of resonance. Sword weapons are nothing more. It's just an ordinary body, it is estimated that a random blow will cause irreparable damage.
Harold is holding a huge sword and arranging his posture. Seeing that his wrist shines brightly, it is estimated that he is accumulating power.
The next blow was probably his full blow.
After going around a few times, I stopped at a distance of six meters from Harold, and said to Yura, who was taking notes on the side: "Throw my Odachi."
After Yura heard this, without a word, she trot over and lifted my Odachi, but didn't want to. She dropped the Odachi on the ground again. It is probably because the weight of the Odachi has exceeded her expectations.
After finally dragging Odachi to my side, Yula took a deep breath and ran back to continue recording.
Slowly put down the Nakata sword, and I also took out the Ota sword from its sheath.
This is the first time that I have used such a long sword. Every time I pull out the scabbard, I can feel the slight trembling when the scabbard rubs against the scabbard. The sound seems to be a declaration of war. I am looking forward to the next moment. Deathmatch.
How could I let it down, so I choked and pulled out the sword at an even speed.
The unsheathed Odachi drew amazement from onlookers.
My hand gently stroked the blade. Following the path I stroked, the killing intent was like a stream flowing through it, soaking every inch of it. Soon, the entire Daidachi was dyed black and red.
Looking up, the white light on Harold's body was also integrated into the giant sword at this moment, and the giant sword seemed to be like a round of the sun at this moment.
Hooking the corners of my mouth, I lifted my legs and started to walk towards Harold, slowly but full of strength, and stomped the sand under my feet creaky.
At the same time, I saw Harold walking towards me, walking at the same slow speed as me.
At this moment, I suddenly understood that at the end of the last duel, the reason why Harold's moves were so slow and heavy-I couldn't go too fast, I was afraid that I couldn't restrain the surging passion in my heart.
This kind of passion is not physical, but spiritual, similar to a combination of pleasure and excitement. In short, once it is allowed to come in disorder, it is very likely to hurt the opposite person or even the people present. Kill.
Therefore, you must be as careful and cautious as possible in every step you take, and try to restrain the desire of the devil in your heart, so as to avoid irreparable consequences.
When I was more than a meter away from him, I moved first, the big sword in my hand was like a phantom light, and went straight to Harold.
At the same time, I saw Harold also lifted the dazzling white sword and slashed it against my Odachi.
when--
While completing the first collision, the dull voice instantly swayed out, like the waves of the sea, spreading farther and farther.
One blow was not evened and another blow came.
Harold fended off my Odachi, and launched a very ordinary slashing attack on me.
It's just that after the slashing attack was filled with white light, it became no longer ordinary, but a charge of white light.
The Odachi was too long, and it was impossible to take it back. So I turned my body direction and took the Odachi blade as the axis, rotating the whole body half a circle, using the middle part of the blade to meet Harold's attack.
There was another muffled sound, and at the same time, another powerful force slammed into the blade, and my arm trembling involuntarily, together with half of my body.
What followed was Harold's third slash.
His sword can no longer be blocked from my position with the Taidachi. In other words, I cannot avoid it.
Seeing the giant sword slowly lifted up and cut down inch by inch, my brow furrowed and my eyes instantly felt a kind of fiery pain. At the same time, the turbulent killing intent erupted from my body, as if The flood that can finally be vented wantonly.
In an instant, the murderous aura around me doubled, and the upward trend was still unstoppable.
This is still the result of my efforts to suppress the killing intent in my body.
As the great sword fell, my other free arm was suddenly raised, and the handguard of unknown metal casting, like a shield face, greeted Harold's great sword at this moment.
Although it is shaped like a shield surface, it is not only like a shield surface, because on its surface, the palm position has slowly formed a rotating half-arc wave, the shape and style are exactly the same as the surface of the sword.
when!
With another muffled sound, I caught the sword of Harold, but at the same time, I also heard a muffled sound from my arm, and accompanied by severe pain, it attacked my mind—the arm, which was broken. !
Although my arm was broken, it still seemed to play well under the support of the killing intent, but the twisted shape of the arm and the sudden pain from time to time made me sweat instantly.
Harold tried to take back the giant sword several times, but to no avail, and even later, his face became ugly, but it was still to no avail.
Finally, Yura not far away anxiously shouted: "It's okay, it's over!"
With her voice, I felt a trace of sobriety flashing in my mind full of killing intent, and my whole spirit was condensed on that trace of sobriety. In an instant, the killing intent was like a flowing river, hiding in my body again. Among.
At the same time, I saw Harold's eyes brightened, and I thought: He has finally recovered his sanity.
As soon as I regained my sanity, my broken arm felt weak, and it fell softly like noodles, and the huge sword I was holding fell to the ground with a cry.
The severe pain came to my body at this moment, the pain made me gritted my teeth and trembled all over.
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