With the strength of the Seta family head, it is absolutely impossible to exude such a strong aura.

In a vaguely, Lin Yu, who came with great victory, was suppressed.

If the knife is released, it will be cut, and those who block it will not be merciless!

This is the will of the knife itself and has nothing to do with the person holding the knife.

Lin Yu's opponent is not the head of the Seta family, but this strange Taisword.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he remembered a knife.

A knife that is famous in Japan.

Demon Sword.

Some people call it the evil sword.

Some people call it the Demon Sword.

But one thing is recognized, this is an unknown treasure knife.

No wonder, even Okubo, who was from the Tenzhao Society, couldn't help but hide aside after seeing this knife.

Because, he knows.

The moment the demon sword was unsheathed, the head of the Seta family was already confused.

Apart from killing, killing and destruction, there is no reason at all.

There are no enemies and no friends, only killing and killing.

Kill people, kill enemies, and ultimately kill yourself.

This knife gave the Seta family head a powerful force.

But at the same time, it also brings about the madness of self-destruction.

Extreme fanaticism caused the fighting power of the Seta family head to soar in a short period of time.

However, this is equivalent to burning life into overdrawing in an instant.

At this moment, Lin Yu's whole body tensed.

His face was full of solemn expression, and he even became cautious in his breathing.

His spirit has been condensed to the extreme.

Any slight changes in that knife can be seen.

An instant relaxation will lead to death.

Suddenly, a knife light suddenly appeared.

The demon sword drew a smooth arc in the air.

The arc is beautiful and natural, as if it has a magical rhythm.

The sword light flashed, and I didn't know which angle it pierced out.

In a moment, he arrived in front of him.

Lin Yu's figure swayed, his feet stomped in a silent rhythm, and he narrowly avoided the knife.

The mountain breeze blew, and a coolness in my chest.

A cut in the clothes was cut, but fortunately no flesh and blood was injured.

Just one move.

With just one move, Lin Yu actually began to breathe slightly.

Although the moment just now was short, it crossed the distance between life and death.

The stimulation of his concentration and life and death for a moment made him sweat all over his body.

The heart seemed to be squeezed hard by an invisible hand.

Who can not breathe when encountering this incomparable stimulation?

The ray of sword light just now was three points faster than Lin Yu before.

As soon as you see the sword light, the move is here.

In a flash of lightning, there was no time to react at all.

If your mind thinks for a moment, you will find that you have been slower and can only drink your hatred.

Only by using instinctive reactions can we seize the glimmer of vitality when it is impossible to make any noise.

The Japanese sword techniques are like their national characteristics.

Ruthless and decisive, fanatical.

With one knife, life and death will be divided.

The head of the Seta family returned in one move, and the two sides exchanged positions.

Then, the tip of the knife was raised and another knife was slashed.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Cold and dead.

All spirituality seems to be transferred to this knife.

It's not him waving his knife.

Instead, the knife guided him to make movements.

The sword light rotates and disappears, revealing a dazzling and stunning beauty, and the thoughts are taken away by it.

Just like under Mount Fuji, cherry blossoms are dancing all over the sky.

The sad and solemn posture creates endless murderous aura.

This knife pointed to that position, and no one could tell.

Even Lin Yu cannot tell with his naked eyes.

As fast as the wind and lightning, as fast as a flash of horse passing by.

At this moment, Lin Yu also waved the long sword in his hand.

That is, the sword of the Misty Shadow Knife.

Two rays of light and shadow flicker interlaced.

After a short moment, the two people exchanged positions again.

They, back to back.

The head of the Seta family, holding the sword high above the top,

Lin Yu, the tip of the knife was scratched on the ground.

The two of them stood like sculptures, motionless.

The people around him held their breath and stared at the two of them without even blinking.

Who won and who lost?

In the quiet atmosphere, everyone was suspicious.

The air seemed to have fallen into solidification.

"It's worthy of being a demon sword..."
Chapter completed!