I am a godslayer, not your hero.

Mingxian just sat there quietly, as if everything was under his control. The faint smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, with a hint of amusement and sarcasm.

"Your Highness," he said slowly, his voice still calm and deep, "You should understand that this world is very cruel. The weak cannot resist the strong, and the world can only succumb to the will of the strong. The so-called 'fate' is nothing more than a decision made by the gods in a place unknown to us."

"The moment my soul was materialized into a spiritual garment by the power, the souls of the sword cutters in your entire world had all surrendered."

"Materialize the soul into a weapon..."

"I happen to be the master of all weapons, so you can't resist me."

As his words fell, an invisible pressure seemed to permeate the air, making Stella feel suffocated.

It is not something as superficial as the physical body.

It is not interference at the material level, nor even interference in cause and effect, but something above that, interference from the soul.

The souls manifested in spirit garments have submitted to him.

Mingxian was not surprised by this, as he had used [Thousand Burning Stars] before to bring Varda Vaos under his control.

If weapons with thoughts and souls can be controlled, then weapons that are the embodiment of souls can also be controlled.

Although it was just the aftermath of materializing one's own soul as a weapon, it did make the "inherent spiritual equipment" of the swordsmen all over the world submit.

“Although she is not 100% loyal, but if I give her some sweet words and persuade her in a gentle manner, I may be able to pull her into my camp.” Mingxian thought secretly.

"So, using [Thousand Burning Stars] to transform other people's souls into weapons and then bring them under your control is equivalent to gaining a legion, isn't it?"

"I suddenly feel that [Thousand Bodies Burning Stars] is a bit supermodel."

"No, that's not the way to think."

Ming Xian thought again, and felt that [Thousand Bodies Burning Stars] did not exceed the scope of the God Slayer's power.

"This power used for fighting can create a legion. The Marquis's [Greedy Wolf Pack] can also do this. It can give the Wolf Mark without regard for the consequences, turning all the people in a city into werewolves, and can also obtain a large army."

"[Thousand Burning Stars] does not enhance the power of the person whose soul is materialized as a weapon. It just forcibly controls it."

"besides……"

Mingxian glanced at Stella, whose face was flushed and who was about to get up.

The soul does surrender.

However, the body did not, and the spirit was also resisting.

Ming Xian was about to ask Stella to stand up, but suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly. Stella's resistance was weakening, and her mind and body were surrendering.

"I see. After the spirit suit surrendered, it also began to affect her mind and body, which means her favorability automatically increased."

"Those who use weapons are controlled by them."

Ming Xian retracted his thoughts and was about to ask Stella to stand up, but he heard Xijing Ningyin's roar: "You took me here hostage and forced my students. Are you provoking me?"

"..."

Mingxian glanced at her.

Originally, there was no intention to capture this demon. Having Edwards and Fu Xiaoli was enough.

But when passing by, the system below regarded Xijing Ningyin as a "conquerable target", but did not regard Shinguji Kurono as a conquerable target.

This made Mingxian a little curious, so he grabbed Xijing Ningyin.

Mingxian was a little surprised and said, "Are you concerned about your students?"

"I'm just unhappy." Xijing Ningyin said bluntly: "You are telling the truth. The spirit suits are submissive to you. Not only ordinary swordsmen, but also demons like me. It's just that my "Brute Soul" supports me from kneeling down."

"Of course, I can still tolerate these..."

Her face suddenly turned gloomy.

"But, asking Xiao Hei to kneel down is the pleasure that I should have enjoyed. It's taking away my pleasure... hehe..."

Xijing Ningyin chuckled, his eyes turned bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

Mingxian said: "I understand, you are very angry."

Xijing Ningyin nodded slightly, raised his hands, and his soul materialized into weapons.

"Red Phoenix."

A pair of iron fans appeared in his hands, and the gravity of the entire space changed instantly.

Both Toudou Daohua and Stella felt the weight of their bodies change.

Natural interference ability-gravity manipulation.

boom!

The next moment, the changed gravity seemed to have hit something solid and suddenly shattered.

Was invalidated.

"What are you?" Xijing Ningyin's eyes suddenly became serious. "It's not the power of fate, but something completely opposite. You are denying fate, because the magic power generated by fate and all the interference caused by it are denied."

Ming Xian stood up slowly, and his momentum was also restrained.

"Soul of the Beast, people like us are often called beasts. The power to stand can only be won by ourselves. "Yashahime" I accept your challenge, but as a price, if you lose, you need to answer a question for me."

"Haha, if you lose, then you can pour me some wine." Xijing Ningyin was not to be outdone, "As for beautiful boys, I will never refuse anyone."

The magical power containing murderous intent rose up, like dark clouds covering a city, so dense that even the light seemed to resist the gaze of the outside world, and the air around seemed to solidify.

And in the center of this rapids, Ning Yin's figure is particularly eye-catching.

She opened her red lips and chanted a spell.

"Black Sword Yatagarasu!"

The sound was like the sound of nature, but also like the sound of hell, activating the power that could shake the heaven and earth - gravity.

This pure mass force, in her hands, turned into a dark magical light that was enough to devour the light, like the devil's eye in the abyss, which was chilling.

Ning Yin shaped this power into a blade and wrapped it around her own spiritual outfit - a pair of iron fans called "Bright Red Phoenix".

The gravity blade was in the shape of a maple leaf, just like a Tengu's leaf-shaped fan, emitting a faint black light.

She gracefully closed the "Bright Red Phoenix", and the blade condensed into a jet-black aurora sword over three meters long.

The two swords seemed to have life, trembling slightly with her movements, releasing bursts of chilling air.

Holding a black knife, dancing gracefully.

The movements are light and graceful, like a butterfly flying through flowers or a phoenix spreading its wings.

The kimono's sleeves fluttered in the wind, as gorgeous as clouds.

Ning Yin's double swords danced towards Mingxian. The moves were familiar yet unfamiliar, like meeting an old friend, or like a new enemy appearing.

"Another martial art that is like dancing, but you are far from it."

Ming Xian raised his right arm, his hand moved like flowing water, and instantly found the gap in Ning Yin's double sword dance.

His arms waved like a dragon and grabbed her slender neck directly!

The shape of the blue dragon — flowing water!

At this moment, relying on his keen intuition and rich experience, Ning Yin realized that it would be completely meaningless to use gravity magic on Ming Xian, and it would only be negated by the opponent's "anti-fate".

So, she decisively decided to use magic on herself.

The gravity magic instantly reduced her own gravity, making her as light as a feather.

She dodged by moving her feet in a smooth and fast manner, as if time had stopped for her.

The kick is a technique that uses special breathing and footwork to slip one's presence into the opponent's subconscious mind and avoid the opponent's cognition.

Ning Yin's figure disappeared without a trace from Ming Xian's sight, as if she had never existed.

Her black knife drew a graceful arc in the air and slashed towards the neck from under the string.

Relying on her petite body, Ning Yin in turn controlled Mingxian's attack trajectory.

If you use your fists, you must hit from top to bottom.

If you use your legs and feet, you can only kick from bottom to top.

At this moment, the two swords cut through the air with strange trajectories, like a snake winding in the night. Not only were they hidden in the visual blind spot of Ming Xian, they were also as elusive as ghosts. Their attack was so swift and fierce that it was impeccable.

However, at this critical moment, Mingxian's body shape suddenly changed, like a leaf falling in the wind, he turned lightly, and the fatal blow slipped away from him like flowing water.

At the same time, he exerted force on his knees, like a volcano erupting suddenly, and rushed towards Ning Yin with unstoppable momentum.

Ning Yin remained calm as she waved the iron fan in her right hand with an elegant and powerful movement, like a summer breeze blowing through tree branches, easily dissolving the oncoming knee strike into nothingness.

Ming Xian only felt that his strength seemed to have crashed into a soft cloud. All his strength was gently absorbed at this moment and dissipated into nothingness, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any ripples.

boom!

Ning Yin's body spun like dancing, and the iron fan in her hand once again gathered into a black knife, slashing towards Ming Xian!

Ming Xian didn't even look at it. He clenched his fists and swung out continuously. Each punch was accompanied by the sound of air exploding, as if to tear the space apart.

The punches were fierce and powerful, layer upon layer, forming a net that went straight to Ning Yin's face.

Ning Yin did not change her body shape, she just spun the iron fan slightly, and the fan seemed to have turned into an invisible shield, dissolving all attacks.

Her movements were smooth and graceful, like a lotus leaf swaying gently on the water. No matter how fierce the wind and rain, she could always find a trace of calm.

"break!"

Suddenly, Mingxian's footsteps moved slightly, and the whole person burst into a war roar, like an awakened bird, breaking free from all restraints and flying lightly into the sky.

Boom boom boom!

The steps under his feet became unusually light, like dancing, and every step he took seemed to stir up circles of delicate ripples in silence.

He gave up punching and opted for more powerful kicks instead.

The toes drew graceful arcs in the air, like a fluttering butterfly flying among the flowers, or like large bird feathers gently falling in the breeze, both elegant and powerful.

Whoosh!

Every kick was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, as if it could tear the air apart, making people terrified.

Every movement is full of rhythm and beauty, like a carefully choreographed dance.

Ning Yin always manages to dodge at incredible angles and speeds, while counterattacking gracefully.

Her iron fan sometimes turned into a sharp blade and sometimes like a soft silk ribbon, dissolving Ming Xian's attacks one by one. At the same time, it constantly stole Ming Xian's strength, accumulating it in her body, ready to counterattack at any time.

……

Stella, Toudou Touka and Kurogane Jushizuku who were standing beside them were all stunned.

Fuku Xiaoli also sighed, "I remember that Yashahime was a disciple of Nango Torajiro. His proud 'Sword Song - Sword Dance' was to receive the enemy's sword with extremely soft defense, and then spin his body like dancing, turning all the impact into nothingness. I didn't expect that he could do this."

Edwards nodded slightly and said, "Unfortunately, Yashahime is about to lose."

"Her rhythm is messed up." Fu Xiaoli nodded in agreement.

Ning Yin's eyes suddenly focused, and the iron fan suddenly opened, spinning rapidly like a gyroscope, forming a gravity storm that swept towards Ming Xian, hoping to win with it.

"Why?" Stella was puzzled, "Teacher Xijing seems to be getting anxious."

Dongtang Daohua pushed his glasses and explained, "Teacher Xijing's sword dance was disrupted. Master Mingxian's war dance disrupted Teacher Xijing's rhythm!"

Edwards also said: "The powerful rhythm portrayed by all the movements of the strings will make Yashaji's dance steps unconsciously dragged away."

"It's not just that." Fu Xiaoli also said: "The Azure Dragon's form was originally meant to imitate the footwork of flowing water, so it can find gaps for attack. The general kept inserting his steps into Yashahime's dance steps, so she was forced to win by force."

Facing the surging gravity storm of Xijing Ningyin, Mingxian's body just tilted slightly, like a fallen leaf leisurely in the wind, accurately capturing the tiny gap between the double-edged sword.

The two fingers came together like a swimming dragon and penetrated through the layers of death web.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Accompanied by Xijing Ningyin's extremely shrill wail.

The finger pointed at her belly button, instantly crushing her fragile internal organs.

Every howl was like a sharp blade, cutting through the surrounding space and the hearts of everyone present.

The surrounding gravity fluctuations became more intense due to this sudden change, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling with this brutal battle.

The movement of playing the strings is clean and neat, leaving no room for error.

In the intense pain, Xijing Ningyin vaguely remembered many things.