Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 414: The Final Fight
Nariyama. Let’s just call it “Nariyama” for now.

At this moment, the people in Ryoka City witnessed a scene that they would never forget.

The world was silent for a moment, and then a huge black pillar of light shot up from Mount Nari on the other side, connecting the sky and the earth, and reaching the sky.

The beam of light easily shattered the rainstorm and penetrated everything in front of it. The thick and gloomy sea of ​​clouds collapsed inward, and a huge hollow appeared, revealing a corner of the azure blue.

Then, came the belated roar.

On the other side of Ryoka City bordering Mount Nari, the huge welcoming sign suddenly danced wildly, the wind chimes on the eaves all fell to one side, the tightly closed windows shook violently, and the dense rain lines shattered without warning, turning into the purest splashing water droplets that drifted into the earth.

The black beam of light lasted for several breaths.

"Ahem. Fuck."

If you look down from the sky, you will see that in the central area of ​​the once sacred and revered Mount Nali, there is a basin with a radius of several hundred meters and a depth of tens of meters.

The Iron Giant and the Great Demon both disappeared.

The terrifying blow containing "Flame of Disaster" and "Bad Tribulation" destroyed both sides at the same time.

Chu Tonglu shook his body and struggled to stand up.

He tried to light a cigarette tremblingly, but after blowing on the tip of his index finger several times, no fire came out.

The condition of Lapis Lazuli was better, but not much better. Sparks kept coming out of the body of the machine, and it was even difficult to maintain its "spherical shape". There were cracks that could not be closed, and it looked like a mining machine dug out from a mine in Taiwan.

Ai Lu sat cross-legged on the ground, tears of blood seeping from his tightly closed eyes. As the only second link, forming the "God of Disaster" just now was a huge burden for him.

"Song Shi." Chu Tonglu gave up trying to light the fire with his fingers and chose to take out a lighter from his pocket: "I really can't do it anymore."

"I know."

Song Shi had already cancelled the scorched earth strategy, and the remaining spiritual energy could no longer sustain consumption.

The heavy sword condensed from flames into a straight knife. The young man grabbed it with one hand, and with the other hand, he put two fingers together and slowly stroked the blade.

"It's okay, next"

Not far away, strong winds blew away the rising steam.

The old man in a black two-color feather robe revealed his bony chest, and his equally skinny and withered hand, like a rotten wood, slowly grasped the sword with the inscription "Life is Broken and Sad".

“That’s my favorite part about the driver.”

Kamima Motoji walked forward slowly.

Bare feet stepped on the wet mud, leaving clear footprints.

A day ago, he was the undisputed ruler of Nari County, the master of the Kamima clan, and Kamima Motoji, who was qualified to participate in the "Nine County Council", the highest ruling meeting of the Pan-Eastern Continent Federation.

A day later, Kamima Masaaki, who was supposed to be the next generation leader of the Kamima clan, passed away, and his authority over the [Monitoring Network] was permanently lost. Even his life, which had lingered on for decades, was burned out in today's battle.

The old man stopped seven steps away from Song Shi.

"The Taste of Death"

He raised his dry hand, and in just a moment, the collapsed black cloud was gradually filled up again, and the rainstorm once again roared towards the earth.

"There has not been a day in these years when I have not smelled this scent, but only today is it so strong, so vivid."

Kamima Genji looked up at the sky, the rain waterfall reflected in his black pupils. Amidst the dense clicking sounds, the straw rope that tied the ponytail loosened and slipped off, and the pale white hair fell to his shoulders and hung down casually.

"What a sting, what a tremor, but my heart seems to beat even faster. Is it because of the excitement?"

Kamima Genji shook his head, and his sight moved to the young man opposite him. Since the beginning of the war, they had experienced a series of fights and collisions, and the spiritual energy of both sides was close to the bottom, and they could no longer maintain any powerful strength.

"During the Seven Lands War, I was severely injured by Elroy, and he left me with this scar."

The old man touched his chest, on which there was an indelible scar that nearly tore half of his body apart.

Elroy Kenan is a strategic auditor for the giant corporation Dark Crystal Credit.

"Then twelve years ago, I learned of his death." An inexplicable low laugh came out of the old man's throat. "Haha, I outlasted him. Dark Crystal Credit even sent someone to ask me if I wanted to buy his ashes to vent my anger. Humph, the price was ridiculously high."

"This is how the company works." Song Shi also laughed.

"But, is it time to start talking now?"

"Winter snow and spring flowers, wither and flourish at times, is this a good saying?"

The old man's voice became increasingly calm, but that calmness was like the deep pool of the underworld, emitting a deep chill.

"Song Shi, you destroyed my foundation and ruined my path. Even if I cut you into pieces, it would not be enough to relieve my hatred."

"——Then." Song Shi turned around and said briskly, "Please."

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared!
As the person who won the title of "Sword Saint", even though he is currently seriously injured, his spiritual energy is completely depleted, and his strength is only slightly stronger than that of a natural person, Kamima Genji can also gain inhuman strength to defeat a hundred people with the sword in his hand.

The straight blade cut off the sword light.

Because of Song Shi, the same is true!
In the pouring rain, the soldiers faced each other in the Nali Mountain, which had turned into a basin.

Obviously, the power levels of both sides were not as devastating as before, but the murderous intent that erupted from the intersection of swords was even more terrifying.

The sword slashed down diagonally, leaving a line of blood on the side of the young man's face. At the same moment, the heavy sword shattered the feather cloth, and the black and gold pieces of cloth flew everywhere, and were beaten into the sticky mud by the rain.

The collision of cold weapons, the flipping sword edges, the falling water droplets, the cold touch when close to the skin, and even the eyes of the enemy glimpsed between the sharp edges.

The drifting rain was cut off by lines of sharp sword edges.

At a certain moment, Kamima Motoji suddenly stopped all the sword lights.

Those intricate and bizarre sword styles are like the wings of a crane. The sword feathers are loose and connected, quietly flying away in the wind, turning into a pure, unique, and more authentic existence.

Upper class flow, mystery.

"Great Desolation Fall."

The two figures crossed each other, and Song Shi stumbled several steps before he managed to steady himself.

Turning around, Kamima Motoji was so steady, his hand holding the sword was not loose at all, and even the posture of turning his head was full of a strange charm.

hula-

Suddenly the wind started to blow, and with the continuous rain, the temperature on Mount Nali had become very cold.

These strong winds, carrying wisps of ice, brought a lingering chill.

Kamima Motoji stared at his own sword, then he raised his head and looked at the other person.

Song Shi was breathing heavily, but there was undisguised joy on his face.

He spoke slowly and smiled: "Aren't you going to say anything?"

(End of this chapter)