Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 410: Thousands of Flames
boom!
In an instant, the sound of metal, iron and sharp arrows colliding became endless and loud, drowning out Kamima Motoji.

——But the effect is still not obvious!

The strongest point of a psychic on the path of [Transcendence] must be his otherworldly and transcendental body.

Each strike of these flaming weapons could easily burn and crush a concrete bridge, but when they struck on the huge skeleton of the "Wild Skeleton" of Kamima Genji, they could only leave fine, scratch-like scars.

After entering the fourth ring, [Sublimation], Kamima Genji achieved a leap on an essential level and became a "superhuman" among psychics. In the ancient times of East Land, this meant "his body was complete and his path was proven".

But that's all.

Song Shi extinguished a spark. This time it was purely for replenishment and consumption, to ensure that there was enough room for the use of [Chongxiao], and to allow the scorched earth and heavy killing to be transformed into a forest of soldiers, always maintaining the peak killing power.

One hit may not be fatal, but what if it's a scratch?

The thousands of soldiers were constantly attacking, and even a shallow line could be opened up into a crack!

The Yellow Spring Death Qi used for protection could not resist the attack of the sharp blade and was pierced through with holes.

There was a faint light flickering in Kamima Genji's eyes, and his grim knuckles stroked the katana, obviously preparing to perform some ultimate sword technique. However, what followed was Song Shixin's crazy bombardment with two hands, raising black flames.

No thoughts, no ideas, no self.

The ultimate state of Nari Kendo, "the unity of sword and Zen", was achieved by Kamima Genji seventy-five years ago, and he developed an unmoved heart.

But I am too old, too old, too old.

The physical body is the precious raft for crossing the world, and the soul steers the boat.

Unless one takes some special path, the two always influence and complement each other.

The indelible injuries of the past meant that his body could never recover, like a patched bag with a hole in it.

——No, that’s not the point.

Kamima Motoji thought to himself. There is no need to deceive yourself in your heart.

If it were when I was in my middle age, when I was full of vigor and invincibility, even if my spiritual power suddenly disappeared, as long as I still had a sword in my hand, I would dare to strike at any enemy.

These dark flames, called [Disaster Flames], were certainly murderous and violent, but how could they shake my indifference at that time?
The real reason why I was shaken by [Disaster Flame] at this moment and my ultimate sword moves were repeatedly interrupted was my own "heart".

The fear of death over the years and the decades of struggling to survive have made me decadent and unbearable.

The sword master's heart, which used to be unshakable and as pure as glass, was now covered with dirt that was too filthy to look at.

Yesterday's Kamijima Genji cannot cut out today's sword, and today's Kamijima Genji does not have yesterday's heart.

Seeing that he couldn't use his ultimate kendo move, Kamima Genji gave up and chose to cut horizontally with his sword.

With his attainments in swordsmanship and the body of a wild skeleton, this simple horizontal slash was a masterpiece of skill. Rocks collapsed, and the earth cracked for hundreds of meters in an instant, forming a rift valley.

The forest of flaming spears and swords also suddenly broke through a large area of ​​space, like a group of reeds being squeezed by a strong wind.

However, with the rapid burst brought by [Chongxiao], Song Shi still avoided the sword.

The sea of ​​flames, which was squeezed into a thin layer, suddenly swelled up again in an instant, rushing up again!
There is no room for holding back.

If I keep dragging this on, I might really be in danger of dying!

Feeling the pain like being bitten by ants all over his body, Kamima Genji raised his head in anger and distortion, and regardless of the burden of his injuries, he forced his spiritual energy to rise a level.

In the sea of ​​black fog surrounding them, one by one, skeleton warriors with banners inscribed with "Disgusted with the filthy world and longing for the pure land" and wrapped in barrel-shaped garments climbed up indifferently, raised cross spears and naginatas, and transformed into a majestic military formation, which violently collided with the sea of ​​flames!
Psychic Skills: [Spiritual Seal]!
This is essentially a psychic skill similar to [Ghost].

It's just that the Kamima clan has controlled the orthodoxy of Nari County for hundreds of years, resulting in that although Kamima Motoji has transformed into a great demon "Huang Skull", these bound minions actually have a sense of splendor and majesty.

"I've been waiting for this move from you!"

Song Shi laughed loudly, and a fire seed shattered and scattered into sparks. In the next moment, these sparks suddenly expanded, forming a dazzling red meteor group in the sky, falling towards the army of ghost warriors below.

The big flag burned and broke, the side of the barrel shattered into ashes, and the warrior had just raised his cross spear when he was reduced to dust by the continuous bombardment of flaming stars.

Can't be killed.

Every time a large group of warriors turned to ashes, new bones would crawl out the next second, trying to continue to form a formation to block the invasion of the sea of ​​flames.

As long as Kamima Genji is not dead, it itself is equivalent to a giant mobile "Spirit Seal" that can continuously summon demon warriors.

But there is no need to kill it.

This resummoning still requires time, and during this interval, Song Shi's sea of ​​flames was constantly bombarding Shangjian Yuansi, adding cracks to his madness.

Swordplay? Psionic feats? War of attrition?

Thoughts surged rapidly in his mind, and the wild skeleton perched on the top of the mountain suddenly stopped his sword.

"Song Shi!"

Kamima Motoji's voice echoed in his ears, clearly audible, but it did not leak out to the outside world. Perhaps he used some kind of sound transmission technique.

"I'll ask you again - what do you need?"

"The Kamima clan has no grudge against you. On the contrary, we can support each other and fight against the Tsurumi clan together! It is also one of the tigers and wolves that are spying on Nari County!"

"You and I will just fight for a while, and then retreat, that's the correct solution!"

At this time, Song Shi also stopped the scorched earth expansion.

In front of the "wild skeleton" that is hundreds of meters tall, the young man should have been insignificant and tiny.

But under the protection of endless flames, from the top of Nali Mountain, Song Shi actually showed an aura of confrontation, which was no less than that huge demon.

"Umiyama Motoji. You know I won't agree to that. We've fought before."

Those unexplained words had long been integrated into the will of the psychic energy, and burst out with the continuous collision just now.

He slowly raised his head and looked upward. He was standing on a broken piece of rock. A huge skull blocked most of his vision, and two dim lights overlooked him.

“But you still asked.”

The expression of joy that had become when the "self-immolation" began and the boiling blood burned wildly suddenly became dull.

Down-hearted.

"The situation is still at a stalemate, and the balance has not completely swayed towards one side, but you are still thinking of retreating and want to try another way to avoid this battle."

Song Shi's gaze moved across the wild skeleton, but the feeling it gave the latter was as if it was hotter and more boiling than the previous sea of ​​fire.

"——Ueyama Motoji."

Finally, Song Shi stepped forward, with the scorched earth following him like a shadow, ready to make a move.

"Come."

Kamima Motoji was silent for a moment, then he raised his head.

"Zheng Zhang!"

The old man drank loudly.

"Come to me!"

(End of this chapter)